The first time I saw her, I knew I was going to fuck her.
I'd checked into a hotel in Phoenix, Arizona, only a couple of days earlier, and she had been working behind the desk. Her name was Shari; it said so on her name tag. We never spoke that first day - another woman checked me in - but we did look at each other. Just once. And right then I knew.
Sometimes you just know a woman wants your dick in her fuckholes. And this was definitely one of those times.
She was 34, blonde, pretty, married, and blessed with a body that was built to fuck. It gets insanely hot in Phoenix in the summertime, and the desert heat can do crazy shit to your head. One day, while I was outside catching some rays by the pool, Shari sex-walked past the pool area in these tight, black, rayon-type pants and stared at me with these glittering, bright green eyes, that said, "Fuck me. I'd had her pegged for a flirt from Day One - the kind who wanted men to want her, the kind who kept a mental scorecard upon which she tallied the number of guys who expressed sexual interest in her on any given day. Usually she never went farther than sexual innuendo and flirtatious glances, but this time, she was playing Fuck Chess with a grandmaster and I was definitely going to "mate" her.
"Hi Steve," she said as she leaned against the security fence that surrounded the pool, her erect nipples clearly visible as they poked through the fabric of her white, corporate blouse. Even from a distance of 10 yards away I could see that they were plump, pink and perky - like pencil erasers.
No bra, I thought to myself. What a fucking slut.
"Hello yourself," I replied in a low voice, dropping my sunglasses in order to let her know that I wanted a better look. I was on my stomach on a pool recliner as I paused for a moment, to stare at her tits. "Damn hot today, ain't it."
"Oh yeah," she muttered in agreement. "Too hot to work." She rested her elbows on the four-foot high fence, and leaned forward, giving me a direct view of her cleavage.
"What time do you get off," I said point-blank.
The query caught her off guard. She looked flustered for a moment, but when she brushed her blonde hair away from her face in a nervous gesture, with this desperately sexy smile on her face, I knew I had her in the bag. Like I said earlier, sometimes you just know that you're going to fuck the shit out of a woman.
She smiled sluttily at me, and her eyes widened. "I get off in 20 minutes."
"Oh you're gonna get off all right," I said to her with dead certainty in my voice. My dick started to harden in my Nike shorts. I rolled on to my back and put my arms behind my head as I lay back on the pool recliner, so she could take a look at my growing bulge. Her eyes narrowed and she licked her lips hungrily while she stared at my crotch. I saw her gulp, just once, as her green eyes dilated.
"I'll be in my room in 20 minutes," I said to her, never taking my eyes off of hers. "Bring that pussy over and I'll teach it how to do shit you can't pronounce..."
She smiled crazily at me, with this pure look of absolute lust on her face, peered around nervously, in order to make sure nobody else was watching, and, finally satisfied, she looked back at me one final time, nodded, and mouthed the words, "Fuck me," as she turned on her heels and headed back to the office.
Women can get crazier than shit sometimes, when it comes to sex. They are definitely hornier than men, as a rule - and by a wide, wide margin. And they get crazy horny periodically, to the point where they'll do anything to get dick - doesn't matter if they're married, single, or living with the greatest guy in the world. When the planets line up in just the right way, they'll do any damned thing. They'll go out of town and get gangbanged by strangers in a hotel room, or a van, or whatever is handy; they'll call cab companies and ask for a black driver so that they get reamed in the ass by a dick that has a high probability of being large. As long as they know that nobody is going to find out, most women will fuck anybody, anywhere, anytime. Women scheme on sex the way corporatists scheme on squeezing more money out of the brain-dead masses. But in the same vein, women know they can't shit in their own nest, by fucking every guy with a big dick who happens to live in their town. But they will definitely take their shots at that sport, too, when the odds of not being caught are in their favor.
Thank god this was one of those times...
I waited another 10 minutes, then went back to my room. It was at the very end of the hotel, downstairs. I slipped inside and took a quick shower, in order to get the sand and sweat off my body. The water felt fantastic, as I soaped up and thought about what was going to happen in a few minutes. My dick started rising to the occasion as I fantasized about what Shari's pussy might look like. She had a pretty face. And that usually meant "pretty pussy". I could tell that she hadn't been fucked worth a damn in a long, long time. Any man can tell that, just by looking at a woman's face, once the flirting starts.
I put on a fresh pair of athletic shorts and a Texas Longhorns T-shirt, then sat down on edge of the bed and waited, scanning a few articles in the local newspaper. I glanced at the microwave clock in the kitchen after a bit, and saw that Shari was officially two minutes late. I wondered if she'd had second thoughts.
That notion evaporated from my mind instantly, when I heard a light knock on the door.
I glanced through the peephole, and saw Shari standing there, nervously, as she looked around with quick, furtive glances. She had to be really horny, I thought to myself, to take a chance on fucking a guest, during the afternoon hours, at the very place where she worked. Oh well. Like I said, sometimes women do crazy shit for dick.
I opened the door and motioned her inside, with a Cheshire grin on my face. She walked in quickly, brushing her taut nipples against my right shoulder as she moved past me, and I immediately closed the door behind her.
"Like a drink?" I asked her in a light-hearted manner, as I motioned for her to sit down on the couch in the tiny living room section of the hotel suite. I walked toward the adjacent small kitchen in anticipation of her saying, "Yes" - but my mouth widened in surprise as she moved briskly to the bedroom area, while I continued to hover near the refrigerator door.
She immediately kicked off her work shoes and began to unbutton her blouse. "No," she said firmly, turning to face me, as I watched her crisp, white shirt fall to the floor. "I want your dick in my ass and pussy. I want you to fuck my mouth, and use me. I want you to cum in me, and all over me, until I can't take it anymore. I'm a slut, and you know I'm a slut, and I want your big fucking dick."
I didn't need an engraved invitation. I jumped around the desktop work station that separated the kitchen from the living room area, and peeled my T-shirt off, as I moved briskly towards her. She was now completely naked, and she lay back against the three pillows that were stacked in front of the headboard on the bed. She stared fixatedly at my dick as I pulled down my shorts, and she started madly rubbing her clit in tight, wet circles, with the index finger of her right hand.
I paused for a few moments to drink it all in - Jesus-fucking-Christ her body was incredible.