| Straight: Strangers: Business With Pleasure (1/7) |
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Before I became self-employed, I had a corporate position that sometimes required me to travel on business. I was fortunate enough to stay in the best of hotels, but travel itinerary rarely allowed me to enjoy any of the amenities offered. On this particular trip, my meetings would usually end very late, which I didn’t mind since my out-of-state colleague was a beautiful blond MILF. No I didn’t sleep with her, because of strong business ethics at the time: “never shit where you eat.” However, that didn’t stop me from having lascivious thoughts of what I would to her. On my last night, I decided to celebrate alone and have dinner at a club near my Hotel. Dining alone never bothered me, as I usually made casual conversations with strangers. It was Thursday night, and the club had a long line to get in. I managed to get to the front and lean against the wall while I waited for the doorman to approach me. Next to me were two very attractive woman dressed to arouse. I shared quick glances and a smile with both of them. The brunette next to me was wearing a short fitted white (almost see through), backless-dress. Her body was vivacious, with curves like Salma Hayek or Brook Burke. She was fit, with the type of body that would give a man endless sexual pleasures. As we waited, other people shifted in line and she ended up pressed against me with her back resting on my chest. She was so close to me, it felt like her entire weight was on me, and we were vertically lying down. She stayed close, because night was a bit chilly, and the heat from my body was probably the only thing keeping her warm. I became bolder and rested one arm against her thigh, while the other was in my pocket, causing my chest to tighten. Her skin was tanned and silky smooth. And with heels, she was just the right height to where my cock was snuggled into her ass.
The scent of her perfumed neck, and soft coco-butter glowing skin, had me instantly aroused. I knew she felt my girth, when she pressed deeper into me, slanting her head back to the side and smiled. I then asked, “Comfortable?” She replied, “Very, hope you don’t mind?” Those were the first words we spoke to each other. She casually returned chatting with her friend as if nothing was happening, and shifting her ass every once in awhile, putting me into a frenzy. Our bodies were having a flirtatious conversation, while our minds pretended to be unaware of each other. What felt like ten minutes was, unfortunately, only ten minutes until the doorman came towards me. I told him I was a guest of the hotel and here for dinner. As she moved up from me, I felt almost naked. Her body had become part of mine, and when she eased up, I felt as if a layer of my skin was missing. I gave her one last smile, and a quick nonchalant caress with my hand against her arm, sending her chills. I walked through the ropes towards the hostess so I could be seated for dinner. I would have asked her and her friend to join, but I saw her kiss the doorman on the cheek, and overheard her tell him they were waiting for other members of their party. I sat at a candlelit booth that faced the club. I ordered my usual vodka tonic and looked over the menu, while my mind purposely tried to forget the sexy sultry vixen as a chance flirtatious encounter. While waiting for my |
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