Brett pulled the heavy door closed behind him, loosened his tie, and surveyed the room, a typical business traveler special. Good wifi. Generic wall art. A book of sightseeing that he couldn't imagine anyone was ever around long enough to use.
Today had been a long day of hurry-up and wait in a crowded airport, then in a delayed prop plane, and last in a crowded airport shuttle bus. Now, after a nondescript dinner in the nondescript lobby restaurant, Brett was finally — finally — alone.
Without even bothering to turn on the lights, he propped the roller suitcase against the wall and dropped his computer bag on the night stand. In the darkness, Brett could see that his run-of-the-mill room actually had huge panel windows and a breathtaking view of the city. Well that was a nice surprise. The pulse of the traffic rhythmically quickened then slowed, quickened then slowed. A bridge twinkled, stretched, and arched. And from the posh hotel across the street, slivers of light outlined rows of windows. Every room heavily-curtained. Every room but one. Hers.
Bright and glowing. Unshaded. She was alone. And God, she was gorgeous.
Brett felt his cock jump. He wasn't the kind of guy who'd ever been with "that" girl. Not him. He was big, in a barrel-chested kind of way, but the truth was that this vision was straight out of every fantasy he'd never been bold enough to imagine.
Copper red hair cascaded down ivory skin and spilt down her back. She wore only a sapphire negligee, short, barely covering a perfectly heart-shaped ass. Brett was transfixed, watching her move. There must be playlist pumping through a speaker somewhere, he guessed, because she was obviously lost in the rhythm of the music, a glass of red wine in her hand, she was utterly uninhibited. Sensuously swaying tight, round hips, tracing her fingertips over the swell of her full, bouncing tits.
Brett poured a glass of the scotch from the minibar and grabbed the hotel lotion from the bathroom. Eyes locked on her every movement, Brett dragged a chair over to the window. He stripped completely and sat down like a king on his throne, devouring the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
He could almost feel his own fingers on her nipples, cupping her tits, her ass...running his hands through that strawberry silk. His breath came harder, and his cock ached, desperate to be touched. Brett poured some of the lotion into his hand and reached down low, grasping his balls thickly, pulling just a little. One long, stroke all the way up his shaft and already the precum was beading. Another stroke. Slow. Then he rubbed the ridge of the head, teasing himself and slapping his slick, throbbing cock against his hand. Oh God, that felt good....now, just don't stop, Beautiful, he begged across the darkness in a whisper. Please, just let me watch you enjoy yourself.....
