I could feel the alcohol. I was tipsy. Nothing short of under the influence after the four drinks I had put back this evening. The evening after the trade show was boring but the drinks were free. I was now sitting at the bar at my hotel with a man and I didn't even know his name. My name is Linda, I'm in town from sin-city for the show.
I know he likes me, he has that look.
I tell him defensively "I'm not a slut."
I ask him "Why are we here?"
I take a sip from my glass of wine and tell him again "I am not a slut."
I then tell him "I'll go up with you for five minutes before I go to my room."
How I ended up in his hotel room was unknown to me. The door closes behind me and I sit on his bed. He removes my show badge and throws it on the night stand with his own. I struggle but succeed in taking my sweater off, I am hot. We lay on his hotel bed while he starts to kiss me. I am a married woman, 40 years old. What am I doing here? "I'm not a slut."
He slowly unzips my jeans and slides his warm hand casually into my pants. He is not wasting time? My legs spread open as he strokes my pussy, it feels good. His finger is inside me. I am going to get laid, there is no question about it.