Just as I thought the massage would remain the same, simply stroking my ass, I suddenly felt pressure of a finger rubbing around my anus. The sensation was divine and I sighed a bit. I felt more oil drip onto the crack of my ass and then a finger returned and slowly pushed into me. I have done that to myself but had never been fingered by anyone else before. It was however after a second or two of discomfort a wonderful feeling.
As the sinful sensation was shooting through my body my head began to clear. Where was I and who was I with? I remembered I had left home on a business trip. Left my wife and family only for a couple of days. Who was I with? I lifted my head and started to turn it?
"Do not move." It was soft, a mellow gentle command that send shivers down my spine, and I stilled immediately. A guy?
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I exclaimed and tried to jump away. My bedmate was expecting this and shoved two fingers deep in my ass while grasping my nuts in his other hand like a vice grip. "Aghhhhhh!"
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The trip to Las Vegas started as usual. I was running out of the house, late as usual. I kissed the kids goodbye as they ate their cereal. "Have a good day at school, guys" I said, then smiled to my wife. She was standing by the door in her robe, hair all messy with a smile on her face.
"You better hurry, or you'll miss your plane," she scolded me with a sexy smile. I bent in for a quick kiss - but as I did, she grabbed me by the tie and pulled me in. She opened her mouth and shoved her tongue into my mouth. Luckily, I was facing away from the kids as I sprung a boner immediately. I cursed myself for running late the night before, and coming home to a sleeping wife. I would have loved to fuck for a while...but I chocked it up to another missed opportunity.
After a quick hug and a sneak grab at my wife's boob, I ran out the door, jumped in the car and raced to the airport. I lucked out with traffic and made it to the airport with time to spare. I was connecting through Denver on my way to Vegas and the first part of my journey went smoothly. When we landed in Denver, it was snowing. I was to meet up with my new boss, Scott at the main terminal then fly together into Denver. My layover was 2 hours and I was due to meet Scott in about 30 minutes.
I had been a manufacturer's rep for 8 years and been very successful. My previous boss had retired 2 months before and Scott and recently joined our company. While we had talked on the phone frequently over the last month, this would be the first time meeting him.
I went to the main terminal and waited for a while before checking the flight status. Scott was coming in from Salt Lake City, he had been there for client meetings. Scott was originally from San Francisco and seemed to travel quite a bit. I didn't know anything about him yet -- other than he was in his late 30's and very successful at his last company. I was looking forward to meeting him -- I wanted a boss that could help me when I needed it, but didn't micromanage me.
As I scouted the flight status, I noticed a lot of flights were delayed. Sure enough, Scott's was delayed, too. With his late arrival, he would be lucky to make it to Vegas on our original flight. I looked at my watch and decided to grab a bite to eat, as I had run out of the house without breakfast. I came across Rock Bottom Brewery. I figured they would have something good to eat in there and went inside.
I went into the bar area, as I didn't want to sit alone at a table. I ordered a light lunch and water and started watching the TV over the bartender's head. Apparently the weather was getting bad, the forecast was for 2 feet of snow by mid-day. I started getting a bit worried about getting out of DIA myself. As I was eating my blackberry started buzzing. The first message was notifying me that my flight to Vegas was delayed. I decided to order a beer. It was only 11am, but I figured it would take the edge off a bit.
When I received the message that my flight had been canceled and all outgoing flights canceled for the day, I went for broke and had a couple more beers. I sent a text message to my boss telling him what was going on and headed to the airport concierge looking for a place to crash. I was lucky to get a get a hotel room near the airport, at the Holiday Inn. I took the shuttle bus over and was amazed at how much snow had actually fallen in the short time I had been in Denver.
I checked into the hotel and headed up to my room. I turned on the TV, but there were only about 7 channels showing talkshows and soap operas. My luggage was still on the plane and the airlines were going to send it over to me later that night, so I couldn't use the fitness facilities. "The hell with it," I said to myself and headed down to the bar.
There were only a couple people down at the bar. I checked the beers on tap, they had 3. Coors and Coors Lite (of course) and another called Kilt Lifter. I had never heard of it and thought I'd check it out. I only wanted a pint, but the bartender brought me a 20oz instead -- said it was happy hour. The beer was strong but tasted good. I checked my voicemail on my cell and office and started cleaning up emails. By the time I was done with my first beer, I had called a couple of customers to check in, informed the company secretary where I was and left a couple of messages for my wife. I also left a text message for my boss, telling him where I was.
As the show kept coming, so did the beers. The bartender put on ESPN Classic and we watched a couple of old NFL games. After beer #3, I got up to use the restroom and about fell off my stool. I was surprised at how drunk I was. I am in good shape, about 6', 180 lbs. I work out 5 times per week and drink my fair share of booze. After draining my bladder, which seemed to take forever, I stumbled back to the bar. A fresh 20oz Kilt Lifter was waiting for me. I asked the bartender what the beer was made out of and he told me it was stronger alcohol beer that it had twice the amount of alcohol in it that regular beer does. Came from Scotland and made lads to all sorts of crazy things. I guess that explained it. I even started laughing at the name -- Kilt Lifter.
I decided to nurse this beer and stop after this one. My phone rang, it was my boss. He had finally landed in Denver and was one of the last flights in. It would be a while before he could get to the hotel because the buses were getting stuck and snowplows were backed up. I told him I was in the bar and was pretty hammered. He told me he would meet up with me as soon as possible.
The bar was now hoping, with lots of business travelers -- men and women alike. It was a pretty jovial atmosphere; people were trying to make the best of the situation. As I sat there nursing my beer, I chatted with folks around me. Even thought I started to eat a bit the alcohol was getting the best of me. I noticed that my peripheral vision was getting a bit hazy and I was having a hard time concentrating on the conversation around me. But I was in a happy place and kept on drinking. As I tilted my head back and finished off beer #4 and it slid down my throat the sounds around me became muffled and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. That is all I remembered for a while.
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