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For another version of this story from the other perspective, check out The Conference Hookup: His Story by JacksonRichards.
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I'm on my way into a conference hotel -- you know, one of those boring ones with the paisley carpet that somehow smells like a Harry Connick Jr. Christmas album sounds. Nobody loves it, but nobody hates it. Inoffensive.
It's a boring conference, the kind where everyone dresses in business suits and takes notes about marketing strategies with crappy complimentary pens on tiny hotel-branded notepads. But I'm excited anyway, because I'm finally getting 48 hours of peace from the chaos at home. And I'm sleeping in a bed by myself, in a room by myself, for the first time in... never mind. Doesn't matter how long it's been. It's a treat, let's put it that way. And the best part is the fantasy about the sexy stranger I could meet. That won't happen, but I like to imagine it.
The hotel is under construction, a few sheets of plastic separating an area where something is being fixed or installed. My heart beats a little faster when I see it; that's the kind of hot stranger I want -- not one in a JC Penney tie trying to brown nose their way into a middle manager position. Someone who actually knows how to do something useful -- preferably with big hands. Fuck, I miss big hands. I turn my attention back to the room where my fellow conference-goers are headed and dismiss the fantasy. I'm not here to fuck someone, no matter how much my libido may believe otherwise.
After a mind-numbing morning of growth projections and customer profiling strategies, it's finally time for lunch. A couple of the guys sitting near me in the seminar have been eyeing me every time I cross and uncross my legs; apparently my suit skirt is a little too short. I don't want to be fending off advances over a turkey and cheese panini, so I head over to the front desk to check in while everyone else makes lunch plans. After I pick up my key, I turn around and almost stumble.
There he is -- my fantasy. He's wearing jeans and a wifebeater under a flannel shirt with a toolbelt around his waist, and suddenly I feel like a terrible cliché. Sure, he's hot as fuck, with just enough scruff on his cheeks to make my knees tremble imagining those cheeks abrading the tender skin of my inner thighs. But I know anadolu yakası escort nothing about this guy. I'm sure he's got a beautiful wife at home, the way he looks. I have no business imagining his mouth on me; but the way he's looking at me, I can't look away.
I give him a little smile, but he doesn't return it. He just keeps his gorgeous brown eyes trained on me as I walk past, never saying a word. If I'd hoped for some kind of a sign that he was thinking dirty thoughts about me, too, I don't get one. So I just settle for taking a deep whiff of him as I walk by, and hold my breath on my way out of the hotel, not wanting to let it go. Fuck, he smells even better than he looks.
A quiet lunch alone is a welcome break, where I can think a little more about my sexy stranger and what I wish would happen later that night. It's a good thing I brought my vibrator on this trip; I'm obviously going to have to break it out when I'm alone in my room tonight.
The afternoon sessions go as slowly as the morning ones, and when the coffee break comes, I'm so ready for it -- I don't even drink coffee, I just need to get out of that room for a minute. And... maybe try to get a glimpse of my sexy stranger again? I don't know if I conjured him by wishing so hard, but on my way out of the ladies room someone bowls me over and then catches me, and when I look up it's those same beautiful brown eyes looking down at me. This can't be a coincidence, can it? His hands on me are so hot I think they might leave scorch marks. My blood is rushing through my body and all I can do is stammer an apology. He holds me just a little too long, but then, to my disappointment, he sets me to rights and walks away. Damn, it's going to be hard to concentrate on price discrimination after this...
The last session of the day runs long and I feel a headache coming on. I know there's some kind of mixer scheduled for the cocktail hour, but I can't stomach that. I'll just head to the hotel bar for a gin and tonic to take the edge off before going up to my room to soak in the tub. An uninterrupted hot bath will be almost as good as sex, right? I keep telling myself that right up until the moment I see him. He's sitting at the bar fiddling with an almost empty rocks glass atalar escort and I have to wonder -- is he waiting for me? He's got his eyes on me again and suddenly I feel brave.
Instead of heading to the bar like I planned, I stroll past him towards the elevator bank. He doesn't say anything, but when I turn back to look at him, he's got this blatant look of hunger on his face, and I can't help it -- I give him a wink. My heart is thundering in my chest as I slowly step into the elevator -- will he follow me? Right before the doors close I get my answer. He steps in behind me and his scent fills the small space. I turn around as the doors are closing and those eyes are on me again -- and then that mouth. I completely lose track of the world around me as he kisses me.
I don't understand why he stops until I feel him tugging me out of the elevator -- the doors have opened again and we're on my floor. I gather myself a little and try to give him a seductive smile and sway my hips on the way down the hall, my hands shaking as I press the keycard against the door. Once we're inside, he's on me again, and my blood is buzzing in my veins so hard I can't think. I'm grabbing at his shirt trying to get at what's underneath and he's doing the same. Then he lays me down on the bed and slows things down a little.
He's kissing me, his mouth traveling over my face, my neck, down my body in a way that has me feeling like I'm floating. I'm not even sure this is real anymore; maybe I went to the bar after all, drank a little too much, and now I'm just lying in my bed alone imagining this? But no -- I'd never be able to imagine the way he presses my thighs apart and looks at my pussy like he's starving for it. Nobody's done that in... oh, god.
His mouth is on my thighs and I'm afraid I'm going to start making noises now. I can feel myself dripping as he gets close and then switches sides, his hot breath on my pussy making me twitch inside. Jesus, he has no idea what he's doing to me. I can feel things swelling up inside me, my body convinced it's about to get the fucking of its life. Maybe I'm starting to believe that, too. He's got both my legs over his shoulders and when he puts his hands under my ass, pulls me up to his mouth and licks me, I fist the sheets ataşehir escort in my hands trying to keep in the sob that wells up inside me. He's got a hand pressing on me just above my pussy and I almost can't figure out what to do with how good it feels.
I've never wanted something inside my pussy as much as I do now, and thankfully he doesn't make me wait. First his hot tongue is inside me, and then one of his thick fingers joins in. Oh, god, I don't know what I did to deserve this. My hips are moving on their own now, rocking against him, begging for more. I've got my hands in his hair and I can hear noises that I know I must be making, but I can't control them. His finger rubs against my g spot and I jerk my hips. Fuck, I need him inside me. Not just a tongue or a finger. I need his cock or I feel like I might die.
I'm tugging on his head now trying to give him the message even though I can't make my mouth form words. Please, please fuck me. That's all I can think and I hope he knows it's what I need.
Luckily he understands me without the words. He unzips his pants and drops them to the floor with his boxer briefs and I can only stare for a second at the hard cock he's revealed. Jesus, if I'm dreaming, I really don't want to wake up. My hips are still moving around in desperation and I reach out to grab his cock and bring it to my pussy, just needing to rub it against me like a cat in heat. He lines it up and pushes it inside me slowly and I let out a hiss as it slides past my g spot and sinks all the way in. Fuck, it's so much better than I imagined. My pussy agrees and clamps down on him, not wanting to let it go. He thrusts slowly at first, looking in my eyes and kissing me like he's trying to get my measure, to figure out what I need.
*quot;Please... harder,*quot; I manage to whisper, and he leans down to bury that scruffy face in my neck as he gives me what I need. I can't focus anymore, I can only feel what's happening to my body as he takes me someplace I'm not sure I've ever been before. I'm vaguely aware that the bed is banging against the wall and I'm releasing anguished moans every time he thrusts deep inside me but it doesn't matter. Something is welling up inside me that I don't think I can stop.
I'm almost scared by how it feels but when I feel him getting harder I can't do anything but let it happen. I grab him and clutch at his back and that's when he says *quot;I'm gonna cum.*quot; The feeling of him exploding inside me while my pussy grabs at him in waves is like nothing I've ever felt before. When I come back to my senses, he's lying on the bed next to me, panting, and I lean over and kiss him. I don't think I dreamed that after all.