It was just a degree or two shy of one hundred when Ann's flight landed in Denver. The sun was beating down on the pavement beneath her feet but thankfully the hotel she had booked was only a few blocks away, so instead of hailing a cab she grabbed the one bag from the luggage carousel, pulled out the handle and headed off down through the huge parking area. With the pandemic still hanging around Ann figured walking was much safer also.
The lobby of the hotel was surprisingly quiet for two thirty in the afternoon so checking in was a breeze. She took the stairs up one flight, rested a moment on the second floor landing then carried on to the third floor finding her room just three doors down the hall. Inside the room she went straight to the air conditioning control and cranked it up high, ripped off her clothes and stood naked in front of the large window gazing down on the pool which was deserted because it was just too darn hot to be there. The cold blast of air on her naked breasts made her large pink nipples pop out hard and proud.
Rolling a nipple between her thumb and finger while enjoying the cool rush of air washing over her body, Ann had thoughts of the last time she flew into Denver. That was just a little over a year ago for three days of seminars and two nights of unexpected fun. Lost in those thoughts Ann found herself slipping a finger between the two soft and wet folds of her pussy.
That man was so strong yet caring as he fucked her for what seemed like hours in a room much like the one she was in now. His thick cock with bulbous head plunged to her depths over and over and over and every time she reached the height of another orgasm he would slam deep forcing another scream of pleasure from her.
Ann closed her eyes as she fell back on the bed, spread her legs wide and brought herself to a quick orgasm by rapidly rubbing her swollen clit with one hand and fucking as deep as two fingers would go with the other. Ann's temporary desires faded away as she drifted off to napland.
This trip to the Mile High City was not for business but instead she was doing a favor for her brother in law who owned a used car business back in northern Ohio. Her mission was to pick up a certain car he had located on the web at one of those national auto auctions. It was purchased a few days earlier and all she had to do was show the paperwork and drive it away. The only issue was, the car was a Tesla and the trip was nearly 1,400 miles. Also the two hour time difference was in play. She couldn't pick up the car until nine o'clock Denver time which was eleven o'clock eastern time. That meant too much time for Ann to kill in the morning.
Ann awoke in an hour feeling refreshed but the thought of that man rushed back into her head. "What was his name? Rob? Rod?" She grabbed her phone remembering they had exchanged numbers. His last words were, "If you're ever back in town, send me a text."
Two things Ann knew about him was that he worked in the city and he was a married man! They had both laughed about it when she told him she was married also.
"Oh my god! I do have his number. Rodney with no last name," Ann said aloud and immediately felt a rush surge through her body. Her hand went back to her still soggy pussy, reached over to her bag and pulled out that large vibrating dildo, shoved it up her cunt and fucked herself to another loud orgasm. "I wanna' fuck him again!"
It was still around 4:30 when Ann stepped out of the shower. Now clean and refreshed but still having Rod stuck in her head she reached for her phone and bravely texted, "Hi Rod. Ann from Ohio." That was all. "He'll never remember me," she thought.
Fifteen seconds later her phone beeped. "Hi Ann! What's up with you?"
"Not much. I'm in Denver and you said to text if I was ever in town."
"No kidding? Where are you?
"Quality Inn near the airport."
"Are you alone?"
"Yes." Right now Ann was wondering what to say next. Excitement yet nervousness was flooding her brain and body.
"Well I'm only five miles from there and leaving work soon. Want to have a drink?"
