We started going to higher class hotel cocktail lounges after reading about the number of traveling singles hanging out there looking for sex. It was obvious that the balance would lean towards men on the hunt but with the work force incorporating more females into the same positions, women looking for a thrill was increasing.
We always dressed well and sat at opposite ends of the bar and if a connection was made we'd ask, "Do you mind if my husband/wife watches?" If they were horny enough it wouldn't matter or they may even like the idea. Rarely did anyone dismiss that condition with the possibility of losing the chance to get their rocks off.
The other potential perk was that there were occasionally swinging couples looking for a hookup. They were easy to spot since they spent a lot of time looking around and tended to sit at the cocktail tables.
Any gesture made to going to someone's room was a clear invitation. What made it tricky is if I made a connection with a girl and I turn around and some guy is hitting on her. Then we had to make a choice from a distance as to which way to go. If Suzie gave me that look then we were going her way. That was the usual way it went.
On one visit Suzie roped in a fiftyish wannabe cowboy from Dallas on a business trip from a tech company. He was a good looking guy but had one of those larger than life cartoon personalities. That wasn't normally Suzie's cup of tea but something told her this might be worthwhile to pursue. I could hear his spiel from across the bar.
"My, my, my, look at cutie you. Little honey you are a vision. One night with you could make a blind man see!"
What she said in return I couldn't hear but the flirting in the room was getting heavy. Even the bartender noticed. By now the staff knew generally what was happening but lacked the particulars and the motivation. I'm sure that some thought she was a hooker. Whoever had the shift seemed not to care since we tipped well.
The cowboy trotted out every double entendre he could think of to work his way into her panties. She played coquettish and touched him often. "Another round over here!" he barked.
As that next round took hold so did his boldness and he got more handsy, touching her leg, back, letting his hand slip down to her ass. The more she allowed the more liberties he took. Finally his dick got the better of him and he announced loudly that "Why don't we discuss the rest up in my room?"
Then she leaned into him, quietly announcing what I assume was the information that I'd be accompanying them.
"You're married? I got plans for you, Suzie, and they don't include your husband."
I couldn't hear her but he replied, "He does?" Then looking back at me he said, "Okay. If that's the only way to make this work, let's go."
On the way to the elevator he said to me, "I can't believe you're gonna sit and watch me bang that little wifey of yours. She is some prime real estate." I said nothing. "By the way, if you two are planin' on robbing me, I've got a 357 that says your not.
When we got in the room he pointed to a chair and said, "You. There." And to Suzie he said, "Let's get the money part out of the way. How much for the hour?"
"I'm not an escort, Roy. I'm here for the sex and I'm sure you want that."
Roy? That's his name? Really? All he needs now is a lariat and a horse.
"You came up just for sex? Well I'm not gonna question any of that 'cause all I want is you, pretty girl."
"So you like me so far?"
"Oh ya," he said sitting on the edge of the bed. "I want you to strip for me, girl. Could you do that for me? I like strippers."
"We'll, this is your lucky day, cowboy. I've been a stripper (more on that later) and...I'm the best fuck you'll ever have."
Suddenly the bluster calmed down and he said, "Show me, girl."
I'd seen her dance in the clubs but nothing as erotic as this. The way she got out of her dress was to stand close, turn her back and then, "Unzip me real slow. I want you to enjoy every second of me. Remember, very slow because I guarantee you're not going to want to miss anything."
He was completely quiet as he unzipped her. When he got to the bottom she stepped away and holding the dress up with one hand she lifted the hemline up exposing her exquisite ass. He was riveted to her as she posed for him. He began to reach for her but she pulled away. "You wanted a striptease and I'm going to make you want it so bad you'll beg me for it."
With that she lowered the dress until it hit the floor. With only her bra and panties she bent over to the floor, accentuating her legs and she ran her fingers across her pussy. She turned and slinked towards him, her crotch in hand, stopped right in front of his face and said, "How much do you want to fuck me, Roy? Then she took his hand and placed it where her hand had been.
At this point it was like he was hypnotized. I'd never seen her do anything like it. "When I leave this room you're never going to forget me."
While he kept his hand between her legs she unhooked her bra letting it slide down her arms and touching his face before falling to the floor. I felt like pushing him aside and doing her myself.
"So, Roy, I want you to pull my panties to the floor but do it nice and easy."
With his thumbs he did what she asked until she stepped out of them. Oh, fuck, you're gorgeous, girl" he said. "I'm so fucking hard it hurts."
"Do whatever I tell you, be a good boy and you'll get more."
She'd always been a complete submissive so I'd never seen this side of her..
"Lick my cunt, Roy. Flick your tongue and lick my cunt. Ummmmm, yes. Do you like that, Roy?"
