My day of meetings had gone well. Negotiations had ended with the face-saving "win-win" label tilted heavily in my favor. I finished up dinner with my colleague and then headed up to my hotel room. As I tossed my room keycard on the counter, I glanced at the clock next to the bed. It read, 6:42 PM. Still over two hours before my nightly, check-in phone call to wifey.
I stripped down naked and then pulled on a pair of swimming trunks. With a towel draped over my shoulders, I headed back out of my room towards the indoor pool and Jacuzzi.
During negotiations, I had sat across the table from a team of reps which included a mid-thirties woman with the skin tone and features of someone from the Pacific Islands. Her golden skin and soft bone structure were cover-girl worthy. She was ground-zero for all lusty eyes in the room.
The full curves of her ample tits bewitched my eyes. She had to be something like a 36d cup. Her professional appearance was equally seductive to my eyes. I have always loved big tits, especially when firmly cradled against any tight-fitting top.
By the time we concluded our meeting, I had mentally exposed her tits to my mind fifty different ways. I was discreet, but I was human. I knew she had caught my lingering looks a couple of times. The tension was under the surface, but it certainly was a welcome sidebar to the mundane minutia of our meeting.
So needless to say, it was an uplifting sight to my eyes when I stepped towards the Jacuzzi and recognized her head and shoulders relaxing just above the bubbling surface of the Jacuzzi. Even though I had to move quick to get waist deep in the water before my quickly hardening cock was too obvious, I played it smooth enough to appear casual and unassuming.
I don't cheat on my wife. At least not in real time body action. But what goes on in my mind is a totally different reality.
It was ironic that we shared small talk on the heals of a day full of intense, deep, dialogue. And though it was "small" talk, there was nothing small about either her wet tits bobbing at the surface of the water or my swollen cock submerged out of sight.
Her bikini top was jet black, showing through her white tee. Although those two layers of wet fabric were an obvious attempt at modesty, there was no way to disguise the amazing perkiness of her tits. The delicate impression of her nipples against her wet top were a delight to behold, set high enough that I swear she could have probably just stuck out her tongue and licked them herself!
The breaks in our polite, small-talk were not awkward. The percolating bubbles of the Jacuzzi filled in the blanks. It also allowed my eyes to probe her wet tee like a desperate detective working a crime scene. She seemed to be neither a tease or a prude. Her body fueled my lust with understated mannerisms that did not apologize for her beauty, but also steered clear of any suggestive exposure.
My mind continued to feed my mouth with safe, polite words that kept our friendly exchange afloat. My mind also continued to flood my secret fantasy with the naughty, fucking images of her mouth wrapped around my cock. My expert eye had already measured her tits so well that I could count the goose bumps lightly poking along the edges of her dark, circular nipples.
Finally, she slid her body up to sit at the edge of the Jacuzzi leaving just her long legs dangling in the water. I was committed to remaining in that Jacuzzi as long as it took to see her get up and walk away. I was aching to capture the view of her ass snuggled against the skin tight bottoms of her bikini, even if the tee slunk well below her waistline.
I tried hard to get a peek at her crotch, hoping to get a glimpse of her pussy impression. No such luck. Not that it stopped my mind from leading my secret lusts on a quick slide down her wet folds, imagining them to be smooth with a hint of meat puckering out between them.
My mind merged reality with fantasy. Although this goddess had politely bid me goodnight and was making her way across the patio towards the gate, my fantasy called her back. Her name was Angelica.
"Angie" my mind called towards her, "Hang on a minute." I quickly hopped out of the Jacuzzi, grabbed my towel and walked towards her. I felt my wet swim trunks clinging to my hard cock. Even better, I saw a glint in her eyes as she looked at me approaching her.
Of course, in reality I would have been polite, possibly even tongue-tied in that moment. But in my fantasies, I was as bold and confident as I wanted to be. In my hand I held my room cardkey. The sly smile on my face offered to help her interpret my simple-worded question as I wiggled the cardkey in front of me. "Care to step inside my office?"
She glanced around as if trying to escape notice as she slid the cardkey out of my hand with her right hand while she used her left hand to hike up her tee over hip. She slid half of the cardkey under the low-cut waistband of her bikini bottoms directly in line with her belly button. She smiled. She tucked her tee between her abdomen and the exposed upper half of the cardkey. "What room number?" she asked me with a calculated tone.
"Five twenty five" I said. And with that, like a playful puppy fetching a stick, I followed her towards the elevator. Her ass wiggled just a few feet in front of me. It was firm. It was teasing my eyes with each step she took, displaying that marvelous swivel in her hips.
As the elevator doors closed, I punched the button for the fifth floor. We stood facing each other as she smiled and said, "Just the two of us, right? No wifey to worry about?"
I smiled and shook my head, 'no'. "Only on the phone a little later." I winked. She winked back. I honestly was unsure if our winks meant anything close to the same thing.
As the elevator light displayed us passing the second floor, I took a drink of the view of her body. I finished at her mouth. Her smile was enchanting. Her lips framed her mouth with an invitation to kiss her.
As the elevator light clicked off the third floor, I stepped into her, our bodies pressed together as my mouth met hers. By the fourth floor, our tongues flicked a brief greeting before retreating. When the doors opened at the fifth floor, we silently stepped out past two guys waiting to step onto the elevator.
Their eyes unapologetically drank in the view of her body too. I smiled with pride at the thought that they were admiring what I was about to be enjoying.
As we arrived at the door of my room, she just stood there with her arms at her side, the cardkey on display. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Well, it's YOUR room. You open the door."
