Working Overtime

I am sitting on the bed when I hear the keycard in the slot on the hotel room door.

I glance around the room, making sure everything is ready. It’s just an average room, not luxurious, but sparse, with furnishings and somewhat impersonal. It has the one thing we need, however: a king-size bed.

I have the sheets and blankets pulled back already. There is nothing in the way to impede us.

I am trembling, my skin ready for his touch, already anticipating it.

In just seconds he will be here with me. He will be touching me, kissing me.

I am not shy for once, not hiding my skin away in an oversized robe. I am gloriously naked, leaning back on my elbows, my head tilts back to expose the long lines of my neck.

I try to quell my urge to jump up and open the door myself. I want to be perfect for him. I want to seduce him. I want this to be a night we both recall for many, many years.

I hear the door open and hear his footsteps on the hardwood flooring.

I take a deep breath. I try not to look at him. I just keep my head tilted back with my eyes closed, my pose perfect.

I hear him pause and hear his intake of breath. I can feel his eyes upon me, feasting on my body, my curves. They almost burn a path down my body.

I move gracefully, unfolding my legs and sit up to swing them over the side of the bed. I stand and see him for the first time.

We had exchanged many many photos over the months we had been texting, but I was unprepared for his height. He towers over me as I walk towards him.

I may be his boss, I may tell him what to do during team meetings, but we are not in the office now.

No one knows how we flirt once the meetings are over. No one knows the provocative photos and videos we send back and forth. No one knows how much we lust for one another.

I prefer him here, in this room with me, not on a Zoom call.

He reaches an arm out for me and I slip into his embrace. His hand molds itself to my breast. He hasn’t been in the room for a full minute and we are already kissing passionately.

My hands seek his body under his jacket and I skim him out of it. It hits the floor with a dull thud. He has too many clothes on.

The fabric of his shirt has slipped up a bit and there is a tiny strip of naked skin on his back. I place my hand there, wanting it to be my lips.

I pull my head away from him for a moment to look into his eyes. The warm brown in them is both smiling and smoldering.

He has both hands on my breasts now, squeezing them and shaping them to his hands. He kisses me again. His tongue twists with mine.

He pushes me backwards and I bend to accommodate him. His lips travel down my throat, between my breasts, and down to my belly. His tongue swirls into my belly button. I am amazed how it tickles and torments all at once.

I push him back, needing to stand again before I fall. Even more, I need to get him out of his clothing.

I pull on the hem of his shit and tug it out of the waistband of his jeans. It’s his turn to bend as he skims out of the shirt.

My hands go to his belt and I undo it skillfully even while he is assaulting my mouth with his tongue.

I run my hands down the placket of his zipper and feel his hardness. My fingers grip it through the soft fabric.

Oh yes, he wants me. He cannot hide his erection from me, nor does he try.

In the many months we’d been flirting online and in messages, he never hid his desire for me. There was no sense in trying to disguise it now that we are finally together

He moans as I cup his hardness, and I gave him relief when I unzip his pants and reach in to free his erection.

He is warm and throbbing in my hand and I stroke his velvety shaft.

I start varying the speed: first slow and languished, going faster, and faster… changing pace as I see fit according to his reactions.

He keeps kissing me, and finally reaches between my legs where I am already wet for him. I have been wet the whole time I had been waiting, just in anticipation of him.

Now he walks me backwards and the bed is beneath me. He kneels at the end of the bed and adjusts my legs. The first hit of his tongue on my labia leaves me groaning.

It has been too long since I had felt a tongue there, and never one as talented as his.

He takes his time to note what I like and what I don’t, but truthfully, nothing he did turns me off.

I shiver under him, moving my head from side to side in abandon, entwining my hands in his hair, holding his face to my cunt.

He sucks on my clit and opens me wide for his fingers to delve and explore. I open my legs as wide as I can and push his face deeper.

The orgasm that shakes me practically raises me off the bed and leaves his face wet.

I look down at him and I see the glint in his eye.

He clambers onto the edge of the bed and takes my legs to twist them and flip me over. His hands caress my ass, his tongue wets my back.

I scramble onto my hands and knees as his cock nudges me. His strong hands take an ass cheek in each hand and parts them. His tongue is there again and I push back against him, just for a moment.

I can feel his grin as he slaps my ass and makes me jump…

I love it and wiggle my ass at him.

I hear his chuckle and feel him settle between my legs.

He slaps my ass again.

Now he is leaning over me, aligning his cock with my dripping pussy. He places more weight onto me and his throbbing cock slips into me.

He pushes in, and then pulls all the way out.

He pauses.

For a brief moment, my brain scrambles to make sense of it. Has he decided not to pursue this affair we had both agreed to? Did he not like me now that I am here with him?

But those thoughts are very fleeting as he rubs his cock up and down my slit and then pushes in again. He thrusts wildly, with purpose, his groin slapping against my ass…

Then his face is next to mine, his arms near mine, and we’re panting in rhythm as he fucks me animalistically.

His hips pump as his cock rubs against my swollen clit as he thrust in and out. I can feel him trying to hold back, trying to give me as much pleasure as he can.

He wants me satisfied. He wants me!

He turns his head to seek my lips even as he pounds me from behind. The sweat on our faces drips and mingles.

He pushes his body back upright and slaps my ass one last time, hard. That does it. I convulse, my knees buckle and I almost drop under him.

He holds me up and pulls me backwards onto his lap so I am riding him facing forwards. He thrust upwards, into me, and finally gushes into me. I yell out as he does.

His arms grip my middle as he pushes me up and down on his cock.

Eventually, our ragged breathing slowly returns to normal as he lowers me slowly onto the bed and rolls next to me. He makes sure to keep a hand on me, as if he can’t get enough of my softness.

My fingers curl into his chest hair and I gaze up at him. He is glowing, proud, and I am happy to share the spotlight with him, if even for this one night.

Intuition tells me, though, that this is far from over.

We will meet again in another hotel room like this one, in another city. We can’t stay away from each other.