I'm Jill Abrams. I'm sitting here in the hotel bar entertaining the fantasy that a handsome man might find me attractive enough to make me his sex toy for the night. If the right man should come along, my intention is to take him back to my room and rock his world. This is my first time to attempt to take a lover during one of my overnight business trips so I'm not exactly sure how this works.
Before you ask, yes, I'm married to Andrew Abrams, a wonderful man who adores me. The adoration for each other has been mutual for the past twenty-one years. I'm thirty-eight years old, blonde, with green eyes and a body to die for according to my husband but he's biased. I managed to get my body back to about ninety percent of my pre-pregnancy self after the birth of my two children. They are now twenty and nineteen respectively and away at college. Andrew and I both have good jobs that afford us some luxuries and have given our children a good life as we watched them grow into responsible young adults. Our sex life has always been great but recently I've wanted more. Something different. I know you're thinking I'm just an unhappy housewife trying to get some extra curricular attention. No, I'm not unhappy or some 42 DDD bimbo trying to hook up with just any stud like the one who just plopped down beside me. My rings are still on my finger.
He looked over at me and said the words I knew were going to flow from his lips. He looked like your run-of-the-mill bar sleaze trying to get some free pussy. It won't be me. I know what I'm looking for and I will know it when I see him.
And so it goes, "Hi, I'm So and So. Can I buy you a drink?"
I think I heard him say his name was "Jake" but it didn't matter, he didn't have a prayer of making it into my promised land tonight. I intend to be very choosy about who gets into my panties other than my husband for the first time. I don't know if it will happen or not tonight because as I said, it has to be the right man. I'm a little nervous and feeling a bit guilty. With my silence, my bar pal finally came to the conclusion that I wasn't interested and moved on.
I have to say I've dressed to the nines this evening. No, not slutty or the proverbial "Little Black Dress" but my normal professional business attire with a few alterations away from the office like my light tan seamed sheer stockings and a suspender belt. My husband loves the vintage nylons and wishes that I'd wear them all the time. I do know that most men like them so I'm hoping if I show a few glimpses of the lacy tops, I will draw the right man's attention. I wear them occasionally for Andrew but the office is not the place for them especially if I get a run or snag. I don't carry a lot of replacements in my bag for nylon mishaps so it's usually pantyhose or bare legged at the office. I have on a blue button up blouse and a light gray pencil skirt accented by a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos with four inch heels.
I was watching the door on the mirror as another possible suitor walked in. He saw me and headed straight for the stool beside me.
I thought "hmmmm, maybe."
He sat beside me and introduced himself.
He said, "Hi, I'm William and you are?"
I said, "Amanda."
"Well, Amanda, it's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask, why a gorgeous lady like you is sitting and drinking alone? Are you waiting on someone? If so, I'll be on my way."
He started to get up and I said, "Wait, William. I wouldn't mind a little company and conversation. I could use another Cosmo."
He motioned to the bartender and I watched him shake another Cosmo for me.
"You go by William or Bill?" I asked.
"I'm here on business for the day. It's William."
I said, "I see. Me too. Nice to meet you, William."
He ordered a beer and that's when I noticed the ring mark around his left ring finger.
I thought, "Married. Damn. Ring is probably in his pocket. No, I'm not a home wrecker and have no intention of starting now. Not going to be a candidate tonight."
Just as I took a sip of my Cosmo, I saw HIM. He walked in alone like he owned the place.
My thoughts were running wild, "Oh My God, that's him."
He walked in with an air of confidence. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. His jet black hair was obviously professionally cut. I know my suits. The one he had on was probably five thousand dollars, at least. As he walked past me, those cold blue eyes held me in awe but he didn't give me so much as a glance.
Again, I thought, "What The Fuck! Am I missing some teeth" Is my make up smeared all over my face? He didn't give me a second look let alone the first one. He must think I'm a hooker or something. I don't think I'm dressed for that role. Just a business woman on the road."
He sat one bar stool down from me and ordered a Dos Equis.
I looked over at my new lover...in my dreams, of course. Just an expensive looking men's ring on his left ring finger. No wedding ring so I may be in luck. Then I looked at myself in the bar mirror and my confidence returned.
"Yeah, Jill, you look good. I'm going to introduce myself. If he shoots me down as a hooker look alike, I'll make sure he knows I'm not."
I looked at William and said, "it was nice chatting with you, William. My date is here. Maybe we will catch each other again sometime in our road warrior travels. Thanks for the drink."
I removed my rings and put them in my purse. I got up and moved to the other side of this handsome man gracefully sitting on the stool beside him.
I said, "Hi, I'm Amanda."
He hesitated and said, without even looking at me, "Hi, I'm not."
"Not what?" I said, looking confused.
He said, "Amanda!"
He smiled at me and then I got it. He was being a smart ass.
I said, "Ok, then. Well, hi there, I'm Not Amanda." Can I buy you another beer?"
He said, "Isn't that my line?"
I said, "Well since our initial contact was awkward. Let's just keep it that way. Bartender, another beer on my tab for the "Gentleman." So, I'm Not Amanda, what brings you to town? Business or pleasure? Mine's business. Thanks for asking. Your turn? It's called C O N V E R S A T I O N in case you're not familiar with the term."
He smirked then grinned.
He retorted, "You are a feisty young lady, aren't you?"
I said, "Young Lady? I think I almost heard a compliment in there somewhere. How old do you think I am?"
He started to answer and I said, "Don't answer that! Not important. Let's just say old enough to know what I want and leave it there."
He said, "And what is it you want, Amanda?"
Without a word,I wrote my room number down on a napkin, placed my key card in the napkin and slid it across the bar to him. I finished my drink and walked away. I made a pit stop in the lounge rest room trying to get my head around what I was about to do. I still had not gotten his name and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.
I walked out of the rest room and he was gone. I walked around in the gift shop for a few minutes and then went to the elevators. I reached the fourth floor and stood in front of Room 423. I slid my key card and entered my room.
The vision in front of me made me light headed. There HE was, leaning against the head board ...on my bed...completely nude, smiling at me. His long, flaccid penis was laying across his thigh. I stood mesmerized as I gazed from that gorgeous cock up to his eyes which were staring into my soul. His expensive suit pants were folded neatly with his shirt, tie and jacket hanging in the small closet.
I walked over to him and scanned his body from his sculpted arms to his muscular calves and feet always returning to his penis. The way it laid across his entire thigh was so sexy.
He said, "See anything you like?"
I said, "What's not to like? You're taking a lot for granted. Impressive equipment, Mr.??"
He didn't respond.
I extended my hand and lightly touched his body. I started at his feet and gently ran my red fingernails from his foot up his leg, stopping at his penis draped over his thigh. Avoiding it, I reached between his thighs and again lightly ran my fingernails over his big, full testicles. I heard a low moan as he shivered in response to my touch. I continued my exploration of his body as I let my fingernails gently trace the thick shaft from his balls to the engorged glans. It twitched and I heard another low moan as my fingers found his sweet spot on the back side of the glans. His erection was growing, stretching longer and thicker. He was a fine male specimen. A large drop of clear seminal fluid oozed from the slit. I wrapped my fingers around his rapidly swelling penis, rubbing my thumb over the slit massaging the precum over the spongy head.
As I wiped one drop of away, another larger one followed by a river of clear precum oozing out and flowing down the shaft. It covered my hand.
He moaned, "Yes, Baby. stroke it."
When I could finally speak, I said, "I still don't know your name."
His eyes were closed as he felt my hand seductively sliding up and down his swollen shaft. I felt my pussy drooling into my panties.
He said softly, "Greg. My name's Greg. Please, Amanda. You're going to make me cum."
I said, "Oh no, Greg, not yet. Can't have you emptying those balls until I'm ready for you to cum."
I let him come off the edge and kneeled down and let my lips touch his oozing glans. I bathed it with my tongue tasting his salty fluid. Taking the head into my mouth, I licked and worshipped his cock while holding his testicles in my hand. My new lover was in ecstasy.