One More Time in a Hotel

In my last story, I told about breaking the rules with my former co-worker, Lynn, and how our last time together might have actually been the very last time-she moved out of town for a new job.

As I mentioned, I was scheduled to travel to her new home town on business, and that trip just finished the other day. I had to fly to her town (one of those short, up at the crack of dawn commuter flights) and after an hour in the air, I was in her home town. I rented a car and drove straight to my meeting, which started at 10:00 a.m., and spent the day having my mind wander as I listened to numbers and looked at charts and spreadsheets. All I could think about was Lynn, and whether or not I should call her.

At about 4:00 p.m., my meetings ended, and I drove straight from my meeting to my hotel. I only had a small overnight bag with me-I was going to spend the night, then go to a few more hours of meetings the next day, then go home in the afternoon.

Once I got to the hotel, I made up my mind to call Lynn-it was just before 5:00 p.m., so I called her at her new job. She was happy to hear from me, and asked why I hadn't told her in advance that I was coming in to town. I told her the whole trip was planned in a rush, and I wasn't sure what my schedule would be.

It turned out that Lynn's office was only a five minute walk from my hotel. She put me on hold for a minute or so, and then came back to tell me she had phoned home and told her husband she had to work late, and would not be home for dinner. She suggested that we could have dinner together at a Greek restaurant across the street from my hotel, and she told me she would meet me there are 5:30 p.m. I told her I would be waiting.

Well, the next half hour seemed to take forever to pass, but then I finally saw Lynn walking down the street toward the restaurant-I waited for her outside on the street. Even bundled up for the winter in a heavy coat, hat, gloves and boots, she looked great. She surprised me by giving me a kiss on the lips when we met.

We went inside and had a lovely dinner together. Afterwards, she suggested we go to my hotel and have a drink in the lounge downstairs. We walked back to the hotel, holding hands, and went inside.

After about half an hour in the lounge, Lynn started to look uncomfortable and I asked her what the problem was. She told me that maybe something she ate hadn't agreed with her, and she needed the bathroom. She didn't look at all well. Then she asked if we could go up to my room, and if she could use my bathroom-for a little more privacy, and it was probably cleaner than the one in the hotel lobby. I left some money on the table, not even waiting for the bill, and led her up to my room.

At this point I wasn't thinking about anything other than letting Lynn use the bathroom, so I patiently waited in my room while Lynn did her business. After about ten minutes, I heard the toilet flush, and then the water in the sink running. After another minute or so, the door opened, and Lynn came out, dressed only in her bra and panties.

'I hope you don't mind,' she said. 'I'm not feeling too great, and maybe it would be o.k. if I lied down for a minute or so.'

She looked so fantastic I'm not even sure what I said, but the next thing I knew, Lynn was lying on my hotel room bed, dressed only in her underwear, and cuddling up with my pillows.

All I could say to her was 'You look wonderful, Lynn' and she smiled back at me and motioned for me to come over to the bed and sit next to her.

'Aren't you uncomfortable,' she asked, 'dressed up in your suit and tie...why don't you relax. It's your own room.'

I kicked off my shoes, and took off my tie, and then my shirt, and sat down next to her, wearing only an undershirt and my slacks and socks.

'You can get more causal,' she said. 'Look at me-if you want, take those slacks off, they look so uncomfortable.'

I did as she asked, and soon was sitting next to her in my underwear also.

'How are you feeling?' I asked.

'Mmmmm,' she answered, 'much better. My stomach seems to have settled down. And this bed is so soft-the pillows are wonderful-I could stay here forever.'

I asked her when she needed to get home, and she told me she often worked late at her new job, sometimes until midnight, trying to learn the ropes and impress her new boss. It was only 8:30 p.m. now, so she said she still had a little time left before her husband would worry about her.

'I could use-I mean, I would love a back rub right about now, just to relax me and unwind from the day at work,' she said to me. 'Would you mind?'

She rolled over onto her stomach, and I began to rub her back and shoulders. I moved down to her lower back, near the top of her buttocks, and gently kneaded her soft flesh. She moaned with satisfaction and then suddenly rolled over onto her back.

'My stomach is still a bit-you know-in knots-could you give me a tummy rub too?'

I started to rub her belly, softly circling her navel and moving my hands down toward her groin.

'Lower-please-a bit lower...yes, oh, that feels so good-a bit lower, hmmmm, yeah.'

She was clearly enjoying the massage, and so was I, as my hands started to rub over the top of her pubic hair, which was starting to grow back (she had shaved the last time I saw her). I kept moving lower until one finger moved right under her panties and flicked the top of her clit. She didn't pull away, but instead kept moaning softly and kept saying 'lower'.

She raised her hips up, which I took as my cue to slide her panties off, and I was again face to face with her beautiful pussy. I continued to rub her tummy with one hand, and then used the other to rub around her lips and clit and over her pubic mound.

'Lynn-are you sure I should be-'

She cut me off and simply looked at me and nodded yes.

She unhooked her bra while I continued to rub her, and then she pulled me closer to her, motioning for me to straddle her belly. As I did this, she pulled my boxer shorts off, and I soon found myself sitting on top of her, my cock pointing up toward her breasts, and my right hand behind me, still massaging her pussy.

She reached up and started stroking my cock, which, as you can well imagine, was as hard as it had ever been, and she told me to keep on doing what I was doing to her, and then to start putting one, then two, then three fingers inside of her. I complied. All the while, she kept on stroking my cock slowly, changing from one hand to the other.

Her hips began to buck against me and I could tell she was reaching a climax. My right hand was completely soaked with her juices as she came.

I could feel my own orgasm building-I don't know how I had lasted this long with her-and then she asked me to shoot my cum onto her breasts. She picked up the pace and I shot a load all over her breasts and a bit dripped down onto her belly.

'Now I want you to lick it off of my tits, but don't swallow it' she said. I had never really developed a taste for my own cum, but she was looking at me with such wild eyes, I couldn't say no. I began to slowly lick up along her belly toward her breasts, and then I began to lick it up off her breasts and nipples.

'Now kiss me and let me taste your cum,' she said, and she pulled my head down toward her face and gave me an open-mouth kiss, using her tongue to scoop the cum out of my mouth into hers. I had never had anyone be so forward with me.

'Ohhh, yeah,' she said, 'you taste so fucking good. I want more. give me more of your cum.'

I went back to licking my own cum off of her breasts, and kept at this until I had kissed her at least four or five times, letting her tongue me like an animal.

'Alex,' she said.

'Yes?'

'You know, I don't get this at home with my husband. And I bet you don't get this at home with your wife. You make me feel so horny when I am with you. You are a great friend, and I love you for that, but the feelings I get when I am with you-they aren't the feelings I have for a friend or even a lover. They are something more.'

I wasn't sure what she was leading to. I had feelings too, and I wasn't sure what they were.

'Alex, ' she continued, 'if I weren't married, I would ask you to make love to me right now. But even though we have had our excitement together, I am not ready to cross that line. I don't know why. It's not like we haven't been intimate, but having you inside of me, that would be too much for me. I might...'

I stopped her, and said 'I would too. I might fall in love with you, and I don't know what I would do.'

She looked at me for a minute, and then said 'I know this is cheating on my husband, but there is something I get from this that I never have felt before. It's like I am addicted to the feelings I get when your hand is one my-or when I hold your-well, you know-it is a different kind of feeling. Pure sex. Pure selfish orgasms. And I know you don't ask for anything in return. There are no strings. Just a good friend who is willing to make me feel great. To give me an orgasm.'

We hugged and held each other for a long time. Her naked breasts were so warm and soft against my body, and for the first time, my cock rubbed up against her mound, and she felt so wonderful next to me. I kissed her nipples and ran my hands over her buttocks, occasionally sliding my hand against her lips and picking up a bit of wetness. She rubbed her legs against my cock from time to time.

After a long while, we both looked up at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was 10:30 p.m. We both knew she had to go, so we got up, and she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I followed her in, and we showered together. She gave me a soapy handjob in the shower, while I stood behind her, washing her back. We rinsed off and dried off, and both got dressed. I walked her downstairs to the lobby and we gave each other a last kiss, before she got into a taxi to go back home. We hardly spoke from the time we got up from the bed.

It is now just a day after I got back to my home town, and I don't know what to make of the whole trip. I don't know if I will see Lynn again any time soon, and I don't know what to make of our conversation in bed. We were more intimate than friends, but we knew there was a line we had to draw, and not to cross that line. When I looked at my wife when I got home, I knew that I could never do the things with her that I had done with Lynn.

My time with Lynn was fantastic, and it really was purely selfish sexual pleasure, but with someone I cared about as a friend. I'm not sure what will happen next, but I certainly will repeat what happened in my mind many times, trying to put everything in perspective.

If Lynn is out there reading this, I hope she knows that our time together has meant a great deal, and maybe she has an answer as to what happens next.