The Hotel

There’s something about a hotel that brings out the deviancy in people. The anonymity that a hotel offers, allows you to be whoever you desire. You could be the average Joe, a doctor, escort, lawyer? Each room filled with a unique story so complex and compelling. You could lose yourself exploring each room for just a minute. You can tell a lot about someone from looking into their room. Neat and orderly? Bed made without the help from room service? Clothes scattered about? Empty bags of complementary snacks and little liquor bottles? That doctor, so orderly and follows the rules to the tee, lives in total chaos. The escort, a life full of chaos, not knowing how her next client will treat her, prefers to live a simple and clean life. Needing some structure and order in her life. Who am I? The doctor, lawyer, escort? That’s the great part of a hotel. You can be anyone you want, night after night. The possibilities are endless. I’ll let you decide who I am tonight. Stepping out of the shower, the bathroom filled with steam and the mirror fogged over. Wiping away the dew and standing there in all my naked beauty. My sky-blue eyes working their way from top to bottom. My creamy white skin, peppered with light brown freckles on my upper shoulders, dripping wet. Comfortably cupping my breasts. Puffy rose-colored nipples, always standing erect. Use to hate them when I was younger but I’ve learned to embrace them. My hands followed the natural curve of my body. I have a bit of a tummy left over from my college years but my wide hips make up for it. Turning to one side and looking back, my hands scooping my butt. Not flat but not well-defined either. Simple, yet effective if I moved just right. Tracing back around the front of my thighs and brushing past my neatly trimmed pubic hair. Drawing my gaze, I look down to admire my flower. Large inner petals that you could play with between your fingers or, if you’re lucky, you could find yourself being gripped with pleasure. Taking a step back. Not too tall nor short but heels could make up the difference.  Grabbing the little bottle of lotion that the hotel provides, I exited the bathroom. The cool air washing over me. Making me shiver and break out in goosebumps, making my nipples stiffer than they already were. The room dimly lit from the bathroom. Had a calmness to it. You could hear the faint sounds of the A/C unit running, keeping the room at a cuddle encouraging temperature. The curtains parted slightly down the middle. Letting the orange hew of the bustling city pour into my room. My bare feet walking across the coarse material they call a carpet. Stopping at the full-bodied window and drawing back the curtains, exposing me to the awe-inspiring cityscape below. The moon is out in its full glory but, the natural blue glow is drowned out by the living lights from the city. If you looked from across the way or from the streets below, you would only be able to make out my figure. Uncapping the lotion and bringing it to my nose, taking a deep breath in. The citrusy smell of lemon filling my lungs. Squeezing the bottle, leaving a trail across my chest, stomach, thighs and ass. Rubbing the lotion into my skin, my hands slide across my body, meeting no resistance. Looking out the window and admiring the view as my hands found themselves caressing my breasts again but this time focusing more on my nipples. The silky-smooth lotion making it easy to tease my sensitive nubs. I find myself inhaling deeply as my fingertips pass over myself. Thinking about what was to come. What I was about to do. Taking a sharp breath in, I look down to see my fingers playing with my clit. I was too distracted to notice I was making a move on myself. Running a finger between my labia, I could feel my wetness. My finger, glistening in the dim light. Placing the pad of my finger directly on my tongue. I could feel the little ridges and cervices from my fingerprint. The little taste buds that coat my tongue picked up on my arousal. A bittersweet taste. Delectable. Walking over to my bed, which was neatly made by the maids earlier in the day. I had what I was going to wear laid out before me. Slipping on a beautiful floral pattern garter followed by a similar pattern stocking and connecting the two. I turned around to face the mirror. I looked sexy and felt it too. I was half tempted to just walk down into the bar lounge in just this. I grabbed my panties and held them in my hand. Debating whether I should wear them or not. Looking down between my thighs I could see a single trail of arousal making its way down my thigh too my stockings. Taking my finger and collecting my wetness all the way to my flower. Lightly sucking on my finger, savoring the flavor. I toss the panties to the side. A devilish smile came across my face, I’m going commando. No bra, no panties. Completely bare. Picking up my black dress and giving it a look over, it was perfect. It would accomplish exactly what I wanted. To entice and tease anyone who looked at me. The skirt was a solid balck that would come down mid-thigh and formed perfectly around my curves. The top half was my favorite though. All mesh. A thick mesh but you could still see through it. At the right light and angel, you would be able to make out my breasts and puffy erect nipples. Stepping into some simple yet elegant heels I walked over to the desk mirror and applied some simple makeup. Ruby red lip stick, smoky eyeshadow, and a little blush. I was ready to go. Finally taking off the shower cap and letting my lightly curled chestnut hair fall, I walked out the door. Like a lioness out on a hunt, I moved with elegance and purpose. Walking through the wooden archway leading into the bar lounge. I was greeted with a strong smell of oak and whisky, the specialty of this hotel. Not paying any mind to the patrons, I walked over to the bar and could feel all eyes shift from their drinks, too me. Full of excitement, I could feel a single drop gliding down my thigh again. I sat down on one of the wooden barstools that creaked as I adjusted myself to sit provocatively yet comfortably. The bartender, a handsome older gentleman walked over, hands planted on the neatly polished countertop “What’ll you have?” He asks in sweet but deep tone. Giving him a gentle smile “A whisky sour, please.” I softly reply. Knocking on the counter a couple of times “Coming right up, beautiful.” Giving him a little wink as he walks off to prep my drink. I look over my shoulder to survey the land. A few lookers but nothing really caught my attention. He returns with my drink and I take a sip. Wow! Strong but delicious! Paying him and giving him a tip, I figured I’d let him take a look at my tits to show him gratitude. He smiles and winks at me before his attention is pulled away to another patron. Some time goes by and I was getting a little worried that I wouldn’t find the one for the night. That’s when he walked in.  A man, standing no taller than six feet from my guess. Was not outstanding looking nor unattractive. More ordinary than anything. The business type from the looks of it. Tucked in white button up, a lose black tie, black slacks that were held in place by a beautiful woven leather belt. And when I mean ordinary, I mean ordinary. He wasn’t fit or ripped, he had what you’d call a dad bod, from what I could tell. He looked to be in his late 30’s, early 40’s. Some wrinkles on his face but he had thick dark chocolate hair with gray streaks running on the sides. A five o’clock shadow complemented his weary looking face. He walks up to the bar and asks for a single beer, wandering off to the far corner of the establishment, sitting in a booth. His hands together, I could see his fingers playing with what I would assume was a wedding ring. A few moments pass and he doesn’t take long to finish off that beer. I wave the bartender down “Yes, I’d like another whiskey sower and one of his beers please.” Pointing in his direction. The bartender nods, hands me the beer and tells me he’ll deliver the drink when it’s ready.  Beer in hand, I left my seat and started walking towards him. My heels clicking on the wooden floor, my breasts bouncing with each step and my hips swaying from side to side. A few men perked up as I walked by, thinking I was coming for them. With a playful smirk across my face, I quickly found myself standing at his table. Not taking his eyes off his beer bottle, I clear my throat and lean forward a little to break his gaze “Can I have a seat?” Before he could say yes or no, I sat down across from him. Sliding easily into the leather seat as my dress glided across the surface. Looking at me with a mixture of amusement and confusion, I slide him the beer. Looking at the beer and back at me. My playful smirk and a few strands of hair falling in front of my face. Timidly, he reached out and took the beer, taking a sip from it. His mouth parted slightly “Do, do I know you?” He shyly asks. I shake my head no “I doubt it.” He looks around suspiciously, trying to figure out what exactly is going on. I lean forward a little bit, my breasts resting on the tabletop “You looked lonely and sad. I wanted to see if I could cheer you up.”  He sinks back into the leather, which is amazing because these seats are rather ridged. Glaring at me “Is this some kind of joke?” He asks with a hint of pain behind his voice. Shaking my head, no “Sorry, I just thought. I didn’t mean to... I’ll just leave.” I begin to slide out of the booth, giving him an apologetic look “Wait.” He grasps my hand and quickly takes his hand away as soon as I turn around. His hands were warm and slightly rough. He must work with his hands fairly often. I wanted those hands on my, badly. Turning around “Are you sure?” I ask in a shy manner. He bobs his head up and down, gesturing for me to retake my seat “Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s been a long week and one hell of a night.” The bartender walks over places my drink on the table. I smile “Thank you.” He nods his head walking away. Drink in hand, I take a sip “So, tell me what's got you down?” He begins to tell me the rough week he’s had with work and the strain it’s put on his social life. All the while he’s kept his hands below the table so, I couldn’t gauge whether he was married or not.  He drinks the last of the beer that I brought him and as he was about to get up “Let me get you another beer, honey.” I smile at him as he sits back down. I flow out of the booth and walk my way to the bar, making sure to pronounce the sway in my hips. I could feel his eyes ogling me, undressing me. Grabbing another beer. The bottle cold and frosted over, I walk my way back to him. His eyes fixated on me as I approach, handing him the beer. As he takes the glass from me, I notice a little tan line around his ring finger. He was married or recently divorced. I sit back down and he gives me a warm smile. His cheeks rosy, body relaxed, and a little giddy. Not drunk but relaxed. Taking a sip and letting out a sigh of comfort “Thank you, hon.” He quickly places his hand over his mouth and his face is shocked, like he just insulted me and called me the worst name imaginable. He puts his hands out “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to call you hon. Old habits.” I reach out and take his hand into mine. A hand sandwich if you will. My thumb gently stroking the back of his hand “It’s okay sweetie!” Giving him a wink. Even in this dimly lit bar, I could see his face turn bright red. It was adorable. Leaning in, practically across the table and pulling his hand closer towards me, lightly brushing up against me breasts. His eyes fixated on his hand and my chest “Tell me something, sweetie.” I say in a smooth intimate tone. His eyes shoot up to mine. I can see a combination of panic, curiosity, and a hint of desire in his eyes. He sits there silently and motionless, like a living statue. It was honestly quite impressive. I lean in even closer, inches away from him “When was the last time your wife made love to you?” He blinks, shaking his head ever so slightly. He slumps back into the booth. Still holding his hand, he looks down, rather sad. Was he regretting the temptation of cheating on his wife? With his free hand, he digs out the ring and plays with it in his hand. “It’s been one year, three months, and four days.” His sorrowful tone carries across the table. I tilt my head in curiosity. It’s rather strange to count the time he last had sex with his wife. Looking back up to me, his eyes were brimming with tears “She passed away. Car accident.” Those words escape his mouth, he places the ring on the table, letting out a subtle clink. The weight of his words and the action that followed, floored me. A combination of falling, hitting the ground then being hit by a train. I was breathless. Speechless.  Getting up and sliding onto his side of the booth, still holding his hand “I’m so sorry!” He quickly wipes away the tears and takes a moment to compose himself. He looks over to me “No, I should be the one to apologize. I didn’t mean to unload that on you.” Sniffling and taking a deep breath in. Taking my hand, I brush my fingers through his hair “You have nothing to apologize for! The pain and burden must be unbearable.” He nods his head and takes another moment “It’s actually been quite nice to talk to someone.” Letting out a little chuckle “Especially someone so beautiful as you.” I genuinely smile and for the first time during this whole night, I felt myself blushing. I no longer wanted to fuck this man, no. I wanted to make love with this man. Letting go of his hand and lightly placing it on the inside of his lower thigh, he takes a sharp breath in. Gently kissing his stubbled chin, leaving my red lipstick behind. My hand travels further up his inner thigh before I am greeted by a bulge in his slacks. Closing his eyes, he shudders at my touch. Faintly squeezing the head of his bulge. A moan escapes his breath. Reaching into my little purse, I take out my second key card for my room and place it in his breast pocket. Giving him a kiss on the cheek “Meet me in my room in ten minutes.” I whisper in his ear.  Back in my room, all the lights were off except for a corner lamp that perfectly lit the room. Not too bright but not too dark either. A warm glow. Standing in front of the window and looking out, wondering if he was going to show. I hope he did, but it had to be his decision. This was the one time I didn’t want to manipulate someone's decision to sleep with me. I wanted to help him. Relieve him of all the stress and pressure he’s been through. Let him escape his reality and enjoy himself to the fullest extent possible. Half an hour goes by and I feel a little heartbroken. Until I heard the audible click of the door unlocking and opening. Looking behind my shoulder, there he stood. Door closed behind him and his head slightly lowered. I turn around and lift up my hand. Motioning him to come towards me. He takes a few steps but stops. I walk towards him, tits bouncing and I could feel my wetness sticking to my thighs. Placing my hand on his chin and tilting his head up. Our eyes meet. He stammers and tries to form words. Planting a kiss on his lips and gently nibbling on his bottom lip, I feel him ketch himself. Placing my body firmly against his, I hush him “It’s okay. Let me take care of you.” I whisper. Taking him by the hand, I walk him over to the arm chair that sat adjacent from the corner lamp. A black arm chair with an ottoman to match, probably the most comfortable piece of furniture in this room.  Sitting down, he is rigid and stiff, nervous and anxious. Kissing him on the lips, his breath, hoppy from the beer and his stubble, tickling my face. His hands are restless. Breaking away, his eyes, darting back and forth between mine “Relax, honey.” as I place his arms on the armrests. My hands tracing up and down his legs and inner thighs, brushing up against the growth that was being restrained from his slacks. Kneeling down between his legs and gently pushing them further apart, my hand presses firmly against his cock. Letting out a moan, I was sure I could make him come just from this. I felt sympathetic more than anything. Here is this man, who’s lost his wife and hasn’t shard himself with anyone since. Who’s carrying a heavy weight of pain and sorrow. I took it upon myself to help him forget his worries, for just a moment.  Unbuckling his beautiful leather belt and unclasping the button that kept his slacks together. I looked up at him. Mouth partly open, chest rising and falling deeply, and his eyes full of want and regret.  Unzipping his slacks with ease. I reach into his boxers. Heat radiating from his groin, my fingers comb through his thick bush, finding the base of his cock. Taking a deep breath in, I could smell his scent. A mixture of musk and sex, a satisfying scent. Bringing out the primal urges in me, I could feel my pussy parting itself for his cock, but not yet. Threading his cock through his boxers, revealing what he had been hiding this entire time. A slight curve in an upwards direction, a little veiny, and circumcised. If I had to guess, he was slightly above average in length. Gripping at the base of his cock, I sat there and marveled at him. My eyes mapping every inch of him, taking note of the unique structure he had going for him. At the very tip, a bulb of clear fluid sat there, glistening from the lamp. Taking my tongue and giving him one long broad stroke from the base of his shaft and working my way to the top. His hands grip the armrests as my tongue comes to a fine point, licking up the little clear bead. Salty but delicious nonetheless.  My mouth slowly grips around the head of his cock and I could hear the moans of pleasure escaping from him. Working my way down his shaft, my tongue pressing firmly against his shaft, I bob my head up and down. I can hear his breathing quicken. His knuckles white as his hands clutch the armrest and his fingers digging into the fabric. He was close. Not but moments later, I hear him groan “I’m gonna come.” Continuing my motion, I felt his cock quiver. Shooting large loads of cum into the back of my throat, swallowing all that he gives me. I slow my movements down. Teasing his sensitive cock “I’m... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come so fast.” His cock still in my mouth, sucking on him like a lollipop and savoring every last drop. I wink at him. Kissing the head of his cock, leaving red lipstick on him, I stand up. Taking his hand and helping him up, I walk him to the bed. Sitting him down, I stood in front of him. Unbuttoning his shirt and exposing a lightly hairy chest. Kneeling back down, I take his shoes and socks off before I help him out of his slacks and boxers. All his clothes aside, I could see he was ready for more.  Taking my mesh top off and my tits bouncing about, I run my fingers through his hair. Guiding him towards my tits. Didn’t take him long to get the hint before his lips found themselves around my nipple. Letting out a little gasp as his tongue did circles around my puffy rosebud nipple. He began to caress me, bringing my closer into him. My hands playing with his hair, I was lost in the moment. His stubble felt incredible against my skin. Pushing him down onto the bed, his erect cock standing tall and proud. His reboot time was a sight to see. Sliding off my dress and letting it fall to the floor. I stood there naked, except for my garter, stockings, and heels. I kept those on. Climbing on top of the bed and hovering over him. We kissed passionately. A Mixture of beer, whisky, and cum, definitely a unique combination, but oddly delicious. His hands grip my waist as I kiss on his cheek. Placing my wet pussy against him, I started gliding up and down his shaft, coating him with my juices. We moan together as my lips glide along him and my clit rubs the entire length of his shaft.  What I was feeling was far more different from what I was used to. This was usually about me and getting myself off. Letting them do all the work while I reaped the blissful benefits, but this was different. Tonight, was about him and only him. Tonight, was about affection and compassion. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked me up and down with a desire. Taking his wet cock in hand and sliding the head of it into my aching pussy. He lets out a little moan and fell back down on the bed. Easing myself onto him, the slight curve riding itself along the upper portion of my vagina. I closed my eyes to enjoy this moment. My lips, wrapping tightly around his shaft, tell our bodies met. Taking his whole length. Grinding on his cock, my clit being touched and tickled by the forest of hair, sending waves of pleasure up and down my body. Placing his hands on my ass, his eyes closed and thoroughly enjoying himself. I could not help but wonder what he was thinking about. Me or his wife? I honestly hoped it was his wife. Squeezing my ass encouraged me to grind faster. I could feel my wetness leave my body and flow down his shaft, being caught and contained within his hair. The sounds of him moaning and grunting mixed with the wet sucking sounds of my cunt. If you were my neighbor, you’d know exactly what was going on. His breathing becomes rapid and sporadic and without him having to say it, I slid off his cock and began to vigorously suck him to completion. The taste! Oh my God, the taste. Tasting myself and him made me moan which vibrated throughout his shaft. Feeling his cum dribbling out of him, I kept sucking until he just let go and shot his load into my mouth. Playing with the cum in my mouth this time, a salty and bitter taste. A large amount too. My hand kept working his shaft slowly, I could feel his cock bounce violently to the beat of his heart. My head resting on his thigh, looking up at him, watching as his chest rises and falls with each breath he took. His cock started to soften. He props himself back up and looks down at me with such a blissful look of appreciation “Thank you.” He mutters, running his fingers through my hair. I kiss his thigh in response. Taking my hand, he brings me up to him “Let me return the favor.” He says. Smiling and shaking my head “You don’t have to. This was about you, not me.” His hand caressed my tit and pinched my nipple, making me take a rapid breath “One of my favorite things was to go down on my wife.” He states in a loving tone. His hand leaves my nipple and found my throbbing pussy, begging for attention. Running his fingerings through my moist lips, my eyes rolled back into my head “Okay.” is all I could respond with. Sliding down my body, I lean myself up against the headboard, resting on a pillow. Knees bent and legs spread. His eyes marveled at the sight of my soaking red pussy. Taking his lips, he began to kiss my inner thighs, working closer to my pussy. Gasping with each kiss until I felt his tongue playing with my vulva. Sucking on each one individually and playing with them in his mouth. A hand reaches up and plays with my puffy sensitive nipple, making me moan “Fuck.” Licking every crevice and valley between my legs, his bristly beard tickling me, I was close myself. Focusing his attention my clit, I could feel his tongue quickly licking my little bud of pleasure. My face and upper chest flushed. The sounds of my cunt being lapped at echoed through the room. I ran my fingers through his hair and began to gyrate my hips against his face. He felt amazing. I got lost in my own orgasm. My hand grips his hair as my legs begin to shake. A loud and long drawn out moan escapes from my lungs. He kept attacking my cunt, not letting up. I could feel my ass and pussy contract from my orgasm, letting my wetness flow from within me. Moments go by and his mouth is still attached to me, but no longer moving his tongue. He lightly hums, sending vibrations through my pussy. Sliding a finer inside of me, finding that perfect spot and massaging it. Brought me to another orgasm. My legs wrapped around his head “Oh shit!” I exclaim, not expecting to come so quickly. Taking his face away from my spent pussy. Wet strings of saliva and cum cling to his lips and mine. Kissing my thigh and making me quiver, he smiles up towards me. I let out a halfhearted laugh of exhaustion “Just, wow.” He laughs a little and crawls up next to me. Tracing his finger around my belly button “My wife, she enjoyed me going down on her too.” Laying my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat “I could see why. You’re fantastic at eating pussy!” He chuckles “Thank you.” A few moments go by and he starts to get up out of bed “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask in a playful and curious tone. He looks back at me “I thought it was time for me to go?” Looking curious at me. Moving the blankets over “You can spend the night with me, dear.” I say, getting up out of bed and taking what little clothing I had left, off. Sliding my naked body back into bed, under the covers, I pat the empty spot next to me. Placing his clothes back down, he walks over and climbs into bed with me. Getting into a spooning position, I could feel his body pressed up to mine as he drapes a hand over my shoulder and across my chest. I could feel his cock harden and rest between my thighs, just inches from my pussy. This guy has an outstanding recovery time. We lay there in silence until he broke it “Thank you, again.” He whispers. Kissing his hand, we both fell into a deep sleep.