"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
Henry turned to see a beautiful brunette standing next to him. She gestured to the seat beside his, gentle smile on her face.
"No, go for it," he said finally, disbelieving that this gorgeous woman would want to sit next to him. Many other stools in this hotel bar were empty, yet she wanted the seat beside his.
"I'm Alice," she said, extending her hand.
He hesitated for a moment, confused as to her intent, but accepted her handshake.
"I'm Henry," he responded. Alice gestured to the bartender.
"Gin and tonic, please," she ordered, before turning to Henry, "What're you having?"
"Screwdriver," he answered, "but I'm good right now."
She shook her head. "I insist."
Henry shrugged, giving in. "Thanks."
"So," Alice began, when the bartender turned away to work on their drinks, "what brings you here?"
"Look, what do you want?" he asked. "Are you selling something?"
She was taken aback, pouting a bit, and of course he could not help but feel bad for hurting her feelings.
"Sorry," he apologized quickly, "I've just never had a beautiful woman approach me for no reason. It makes me suspicious."
She smiled, blushing at the compliment. "Well, Henry, maybe I think you're cute."
He laughed. "Maybe you need your eyes checked."
"Now, now, don't be too hard on yourself," she scolded, leaning back to look him over.
As she gave him the mock once-over, he gave her an actual one. Alice was wearing a black skirt, navy sweater, and black pumps, and she certainly had a curvy figure to her. Her hips and ass stretched out the skirt, and her large bust swelled noticeably. Her face was lightly freckled, with bright eyes and delicate features. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, but a few wisps escaped here and there.
"Hmm," she started, hand on her chin, "a bit of a paunch, balding, don't seem all that fit. I've seen better, but I've seen worse. But I don't just judge from the physical. You seem like a good guy."
"Thanks," he said. The bartender delivered their drinks, Alice leaving a nice tip, and then she sipped on her gin and tonic, eying him.
"So," she began again, "just what are you doing here?"
"I'm in town for a business conference."
"Oooh, what kind of business?"
"I work for a company that sells medical supplies."
"Sounds fun."
He shrugged. "Not really. It pays the bills."
She nodded, sipping her drink again.
"So what about you?"
"I'm here visiting my sister. She's getting married over the weekend."
"Congrats to her," Henry toasted, raising his drink.
"I'm meeting her a bit later for drinks," Alice continued, "but since I have some free time, I thought I might come down to the bar to troll for schmucks - I mean, talk to guys."
She smiled, and he chuckled at her little joke.
They continued to chat, Henry relaxing a bit more. This woman was beautiful, and did not seem to have an agenda. She just wanted company, and he more and more found himself hoping this would lead somewhere. Part of him felt guilty about spending time with this woman, and quickly thinking about sex with her, but she was just so damn sexy.
He found out that she was single, having ended a long-term relationship six months ago. Her sister, Emily, was marrying a man that Alice did not like, but she was willing to swallow that because she knew that he made Emily happy. Alice worked for a non-profit company that made athletic equipment for disabled people, and she apparently counted watching French films and collecting antique bottle caps as hobbies. None of that mattered to him; he had never watched a French film or found an antique bottle cap, but he kept listening because he did not want her to go away.
"So," she said after a brief lull in the conversation, "I'm gonna be up-front with this. My room is 306. Feel free to come up. But only in the next hour or so, because after that I'll be getting ready to meet my sister."
With that, she left. Henry finished his drink, and only a few minutes later, left to go to her room.
Alice was still dressed, and grinning widely, when she answered the door. She ushered him in, and he walked inside, half expecting to see a collection of dead bodies or BDSM equipment, something that explained why a beautiful woman was settling for him.
He turned, to see her walking up to him. She went up on her tiptoes, and her soft lips pressed into his. It took him a second or two to respond, surprised as he was, but a few seconds later he was kissing back. His hands moved to her wide hips, and he squeezed through the skirt. Her lips parted, and her tongue snuck through, to engage his. Henry marveled at his luck as this alluring woman sucked on his tongue.
Henry pulled her closer, feeling her body meld against his. He snuck a hand around to grope her ass, steeling himself for a rebuke or recoil, but instead she grabbed at his belt, beginning to unbuckle it.
Part of him wanted to pull away, to ask if she really wanted this, but her hurried hands answered that question well enough. His belt was slipped out of the loops, and his pants undone. Alice still kissed him, her tongue playing with his.
When she finally stopped the kiss, it was to drop to her knees in front of him. Henry nearly came at the sight.
She reached out to bring his trousers down to his ankles, and as he stepped out of them, she stroked his cock through his boxers. It jerked impatiently, and she dragged the boxers down, revealing his manhood. He was expecting some sort of disappointment, given that this gorgeous woman probably could snap her fingers to summon gargantuan-dicked hunks any time she wanted. But she smiled up at him and closed her hand around his shaft, no sign of disappointment anywhere.
As she slowly stroked him, her other hand slid up her skirt. Her soft moans quickly reached his ears as she pleasured both of them, one hand on him and the other on her. Henry groaned, moving a hand down to run his fingers through her dark brown hair.
His cock was rock hard, and leaking pre-cum. It dribbled out, slicking her fingers, and her response was to lap at the wetness, running her tongue up his shaft. He yelped, shivering as she ended the motion by sucking gently at the head of his cock.
"God, you're good," he muttered.
"You're so nice," she said, glancing up to him. Her hand worked steadily under her skirt, and he was hit with a sudden urge to take that over for her, to pleasure her like she was doing to him.
Henry moved back, a brief look of confusion crossing her face. She went to move closer, but he leaned down to pull her to her feet. The look of confusion ended, Alice smiling as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
His cock strained in the air as he knelt, taking her skirt and shoving it up around her hips. Her black panties were quickly yanked down and off, showing off her pussy, crowned with a tuft of brown hair. The lips were glistening, ready for some appreciation, and Henry did just that, leaning down to run his tongue up her slit. His tongue collected her liquid, and she moaned, melting back into the bed. He kept running his lips and tongue all over her folds, slaking his thirst for her juices, and had her groaning openly and steadily in no time.
She murmured something, and Henry came off her pussy, cheeks wet with her juices.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"Fuck me," she moaned, spreading her legs.
Henry did not need to think twice. He practically jumped onto the bed, Alice moving back to accommodate him. His cock found her slit in seconds, and he shoved inside, no thought to subtlety or patience. The heat surrounded him, such a spectacular feeling making him push until he was buried inside her.
Alice groaned, squirming, her hands at his ass, trying to push him even deeper. Henry could not quite find the words to describe the sensory splendor of her soaked cunt; all he produced was a strangled cry of triumph. He began to thrust, driving his cock deep into her. She closed her legs around him, her creamy thighs pressing into his tensing ones.
His frantic thrusts made her moan, made her squeal, made her make noises that he knew he would remember for a very long time. He glanced down, from her sweaty, ecstatic face, and saw her sweater-covered tits. As he grabbed at the sweater, yanking it up, he found himself wondering how he had ever neglected her breasts.
To his delight, she was bra-less. Her large tits, round and soft, were vulnerable. Henry descended, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. Alice bucked underneath him, groaning. Her breasts were glorious, like the rest of her, and Henry had to taste all over them, his hips pumping faster at the feel of her flesh in his mouth. He moved off her nipple, to lick and lave and suck every inch of her heaving bust. His tongue left trails of wetness along the valley of her cleavage, from nipple to nipple, Henry having the time of his life as he feasted on her.
Unfortunately, said time of his life seemed to be headed to a quick ending, as he began to feel a stirring in his balls. He had two choices, the way he saw it: either pound hard and fast, until he came, or pull out and try to slow this train down.
He chose the latter, yanking his cock out of her flooding pussy. She groaned in confusion, glancing up at him. That wet paradise between her legs beckoned him back down, and he greedily thrust his tongue inside her, swirling it inside her channel. Alice bucked her hips, and cried out as he tasted her juices again. With her pussy leaking profusely onto him, it gave him plenty of her delightful nectar to savor. Henry was voracious, slurping and slavering all over her slit.
