Danielle and I have known each other for several years. We met through work, and have always to hit if off. Both of us are married, but we have a sexless, lifeless marriage with our spouses. Neither of our spouses seem to want to broaden our relationship horizons. So, Danielle and I had the "what if' talk. And since then, we have filled the desires and needs of each other for about a year. We have enjoyed each other's openness of exploring each of our fantasies and not worrying about being judged by the other.
This week, we are out of town on business for training. It has been an enjoyable trip, and the training has been very good. But the evenings have been unbelievable and highly enjoyable with Danielle. After we have supper, we goto our rooms and then meet down in the bar for drinks. Then we take the night where it leads us, which usually meant a lot of ravishing each other's body. Tonight I plan on an unexpected twist to our adventure in the bar.
I walk into the bar and see her wearing a loose fitting spaghetti strap top, and dress slacks that accentuated her sexy curved ass. Strolling up to her from behind, I whisper in her ear, "Are you lonely?"
She playfully says, "Why yes. My date has stood me up."
I sit down facing her, and she turns to me and says something. I have no idea what, because I am looking at her flawlessly tanned cleavage. She looks so damn hot and she made me feel like a teenager, as I stammer around trying to take my eyes off her sensuous body. We make some small talk but I cannot keep my eyes off her. I just want her right now.
"Can you escort me back to my room?"
I stammer to say, "Yes."
We playfully talk to each other, as we walk to her room. Her perfume is intoxicating and has an aphrodisiac effect on me, which is usually the case. I reach out for her card, "Miss can I open the door for you?"
She gives me her room key with a suggestive smile, "Only if you plan to fuck me."