I spent the night with Alex in his hotel room, and neither of us got any sleep. Every time I was sure that we were done, it would begin again. We couldn't stop. His stamina was impressive, I knew that much even with my tragic lack of experience. He seemed to never tire of licking my pussy, and I absolutely loved it. I finally understood what all the girls were raving about back in college.
He encouraged me as I went down on him too, giving me tips to make it the most enjoyable it could be. When he finally finished in my mouth I thought I would cum too, just from the sheer eroticism of the moment. He told me that I was "a natural," and I was quite pleased with myself.
The next morning was Saturday, and Alex told me he had a 7:30 a.m. breakfast that he had to attend prior to the other convention activities. I knew he must be exhausted, but he told me that the night had been well-worth his lack of sleep. I had to agree. I started to get up to get ready to leave, but Alex stopped me.
"You don't have to work today, do you?" He asked.
"No, but you're going to be busy all day so I just thought..."
"How about if you stay here and order some room service, then get a few hours of sleep. I'll blow off the afternoon, come take a nap with you, and then we can do whatever you want." He smiled, then added, "In or out of bed."
I laughed. "Okay, if you're sure."
Alex nodded. "Oh, I'm sure. I want to get as much of you as I can before I have to go home."
With that, he took a quick shower and planted a kiss on my lips as he headed out, looking delicious in his dark grey suit. I wondered how much he would tell his accountant friends about the night we had shared, but quickly realized that I didn't really care. If I had had any friends, I would most certainly be spilling all of the juicy details to them.
A housekeeper knocked on the door, and I let her in to clean the room while I waited for my breakfast to arrive. I knew she could smell the lingering scent of sex in the air, and the naughty thought made me smile wickedly to myself. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV while she hummed a happy tune and changed the DNA-covered sheets.
When she was gone, I ate some fruit and a bagel, took a hot shower, then crawled naked between the soft, freshly laundered sheets, willing my mind and body to relax.
However, sleep was not in the cards for me that morning. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Alex's head between my thighs, his face when he climaxed, his smile just before he buried his cock inside me. I found my hands wandering down my body, squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples the way Alex had done. My left hand remained there, making my nipples rock hard, while my right hand continued down. I spread my legs, letting out a deep sigh as I started touching myself.
Jake had told me early in our relationship that masturbation was a form of infidelity. He believed that any sexual act taking place without your partner present was cheating. I took him at his word, and never once throughout the course of our relationship did I attempt to pleasure myself. Even at the end, when he never touched me. Ironic, that he ended up fucking who-even-knows-how-many people, while I remained loyal to the point of never having an orgasm. After I left him, I was so focused on succeeding that I put everything else on pause. It had truly never occurred to me that I was single, and I should be having sex, or at least getting myself off, on a regular basis.
Laying there in Alex's hotel room, my fingers rubbing lazy circles on my clit-tender from all of the night's activities-it occurred to me how much I had missed out on. By this time I was 26 years old. Most people my age had experienced so much sexually. Experimented, discovered their likes and dislikes, learned how to please their lovers. I felt so robbed, so incredibly cheated.
I reflected over the past 12 hours and smiled as I thought of all that had happened. I gave myself over to the sensation between my legs and listened to my body. I felt my pussy get wet, and responded by sliding two fingers in, and then rubbing my swollen clit. Slowly at first, then harder and faster. I moaned as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm. I felt the excitement of depriving myself when I stopped.
My imagination started to run wild. What if I was driving someone crazy with my mouth at the same time that someone else was driving me crazy with theirs? What if I had the amazing sensation I felt when Alex was behind me, driving his cock into me and fingering my ass, but I was making someone else cum with my mouth at the same time??
By the time Alex came back to his room after lunch, I had fingered myself to three orgasms and counting. I didn't even stop masturbating when he came in and started removing his clothes.
Alex chuckled as he crawled into bed beside me, naked and already growing hard.
"Hey beautiful. Did you get any sleep?"
"No," I breathed as he began kissing my neck and chest.
"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked as I continued fingering myself. He played with my tits, squeezing them and teasing my already-hard nipples.
"Mostly you." I inhaled sharply as he pinched my right nipple between his fingers.
"Mostly, huh?" he said, as his head dipped down and his tongue flicked across one nipple, then the other. "What else?"
I reached over to begin stroking his cock with my left hand while my right hand remained between my legs. "I was thinking," I answered, "that it could be fun if someone else were to join us."
"Mmmm, that could definitely be fun. You have anyone in mind?"
"No," I answered. "But I found you, I'm sure I could find someone else."
Alex chuckled. "Actually, I found you. But yes, I'm sure you could get just about anyone in this town to fuck you. Are you thinking a man...or a woman?"
I sat up and started moving down his body as I answered. "A man. For starters." I smiled at him as I circled the head of his cock with my tongue.
Alex closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering. "A few of my colleagues watched us leave the bar together last night. I have a feeling any one of them would be willing to step up and help."
"I stopped licking him long enough to answer. "That wouldn't be weird for you?"
"Nah," he replied. "I only see most of these people once a year, if that."
I took my time, slowly stroking up and down the length of his shaft, licking my way up to the tip and back down again before taking him into my mouth. I loved the taste of him, and I loved the feeling of control I had when I went down on him. Soon his hands were in my hair and he was moaning as I stroked and sucked him toward orgasm.
I could feel myself grow wetter as I thought about him cumming in my mouth again. I wanted to taste more of him. But he stopped me before he reached that point and told me to flip around. "Get on my face, baby. I want to taste you, too," he said.
I was thrilled to try another new thing, and gladly straddled his face. His tongue dove into my wet depths as I leaned forward to resume servicing his cock.
