The hotel desk clerk had his hands full. The convention had him running as he had to deal with room problems and overbookings and who-knows-what else, all while being understaffed. He certainly didn't have time for unusual requests, nor have time to argue with the pretty blond standing across the check-in desk from him.
"Please, it's alright, I promise!" she said. "I just want to surprise him. He'll love it, trust me." Dee had come to surprise her boyfriend early. George didn't expect her until noon, and was probably asleep at this hour. But she knew how to use that pretty face and cute body, and she turned on all the charm she could muster.
So, even though her boyfriend hadn't left word that it was ok (and, of course, that made it against hotel policy), he looked up the name on his computer. Sure enough, the name was there, just as she said. So, putting his job at risk, he programmed an extra key card for her and slid it across the desk, saying quietly "room 1117". Smiling sweetly, she thanked him with a wink.
The clerk went back to tending to the chaos without ever knowing he had misread the room number and sent her to the wrong floor.
In the elevator, she had a naughty thought. Hoping there was no camera in there with her, she lifted her skirt and slid her underwear down to her ankles, the stepped out of them. Slipping them in her purse, she thought "I'm not going to need these, that's for sure". Then, as an afterthought, she unhooked her bra and it, too soon found the dark inside of her purse. Soon, as the thought of months of separation and imminent sexual release filled her mind, she began running her finger over her sensitive button until she felt her insides widen. By the time the elevator door slid aside, she was blushing red and weak-kneed. "Oh, God!" she thought, "Is HE going to get fucked!"
Looking around self-consciously, Dee saw that the hallway was clear. Breathing a sigh of relief, she walked briskly down the row of doors, reading numbers in quick succession. Finally, she saw it: room 1117. Happily, she noted it was a corner room, separated from all the rest by a stairwell on one side and a housecleaning closet on the other. She could let herself go, within reason, without worrying about neighbors.
Quietly, she inserted the key and pulled it back out, hearing a satisfying "click". Turning the handle, she slowly pushed the door open. Though the hallway was by no means brightly lit, the room was pitch black and her eyes still needed to adjust as she quietly closed the door behind her. As far as she could tell, her surprise was going to be complete. No sound of a challenge came from the bed, though the sound of a sleeping man was unmistakable.
She set her things down in one corner and crept over to the bed. Silently, she pulled the blankets back, and, as she had hoped, she saw that he was sleeping without pajamas. An evil grin crossed her face as she knelt over the bed and took his flaccid cock in her mouth and applied her talented tongue. The sleeping figure groaned, and a startled hand reached up and touched her head. But instead of jumping up in alarm as some might have done, her silent partner guided her head up and down on the stiffening shaft in her mouth.
It was a frightfully erotic situation for her, and it crossed her mind that George was allowing her to do this without checking her identity. She should have been annoyed, but instead the anonymity of it all brought her sexual fever to a new high. A finger of her free hand slipped down between her legs and went to work pushing her further toward her own orgasm. As her head bobbed on the rigid cock, her hips bucked in rhythm and she felt herself begin to flow freely.
