We’d met at the bar. Eyes locking over a drink, two people drinking alone in a busy chain hotel. Both away from home on business, both needing human contact… A silly joke, a shared story or two, giggling like children. Looking at the other inhabitants of the bar, making up life stories for them, scandalous and full of spice. All the time getting closer, making excuses to land a touch on the other. Dinner suggested, getting a quiet table in a darkened corner. Laughing and joking, eyes locked on each other as the conversation gets more intense and more risqué. Sharing a bottle of wine, mild intoxication dropping our barriers further. You get up to visit ‘The Ladies’ and I enjoy the sight of your bum, encased in a maroon dress, swishing it’s way across the room. Your return is equally delicious, your hips swinging and a deliciously naughty smile on your face. You bend down to kiss me, my eyes briefly drawn to your delicious cleavage, rest your hand lightly on my thigh and press something warm, soft, silky and every so slightly damp into my hand, before resuming your seat. I look into my lap to discover a small, black triangle of satin, with thin straps and a very telling damp patch on the front. I look you in the eyes as I bring my fingers to my face to smell you on them, tasting my fingers with the tip of my tongue, needing more. Your hand slides over my thigh and into my lap, feeling my hardness. A look is exchanged… The bill is swiftly paid and we walk quickly to the lifts in reception, with me trying to hide my excitement with my suit jacket draped over my forearm. The lift is called and we wait impatiently. No words are exchanged, we just watch the numbers tick down. The lift chimes and doors open, we wait for another couple to exit, then step into the lift. We fall into each other’s arms, ignoring the CCTV camera in the corner. Mouths locked together, hands roaming, bodies pressing. My hardness grinding against you as I press you against the mirrored wall of the lift. The floor is reached swiftly and we reluctantly pull away from each other, smoothing clothing to maintain some semblance of respectability. You lead me from the lift by the hand, looking back over your shoulder as I watch your delicious bum wiggle before me, knowing that there’s absolutely nothing covering it under that dress. You reach the room, produce your room key and swipe… You push the door open and we’re swiftly inside, the door slamming shut behind us, wrapped up in each other’s arms, mouths locked together in a deep, searching kiss, hands roaming, pulling at each others clothes, with you backing towards the bed. The bed hits the back of your calves and you lose balance and sit abruptly, pulling you from my grasp. I drop to my knees, kissing my way slowly up your legs, my hands stroking and teasing, enjoying the feel of your skin as my lips and tongue trail over you. Slowly moving higher, reaching the hem of your knee length dress and sliding the material upwards, tongue and lips devouring every last inch of exposed flesh. You lift your hips to help me and the stretchy material lifts rapidly to rest around your waist, exposing you to me in all your deliciousness. I pause a second to enjoy the view before sliding my hands up the rear of your thighs so my fingers are resting on your bum, my thumbs gently stroking your inner thigh. Your legs part wider with the attention and I slowly lower my face between your legs, savouring your delicious, musky scent. My tongue stretches out to taste you. Just the tip to start with, you jump a little as the tip of my tongue touches your clit briefly, before slowly sliding down your wet slit, enjoying your heat, your taste, your slippery wetness. Your thighs tense as you push towards me, wanting me deeper, my hands hold you, control you, wanting to tease you a little longer. My tongue runs up and down your hot, sweet entrance, slowly opening you to me, allowing me to penetrate deeper, alternating teasing with deeper, more fulfilling movements. My hands slide from your hips to join my tongue in exploring you, one hand opening you to me, so my tongue gets greater access, the other slowly sliding inside you, one finger, then two, feeling you tight around me as you grind against my hands and face. I withdraw my fingers from you, hold your gaze and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking off every drop, before sliding them inside you once more, pushing deep inside you… Moving with you in slow gentle rhythm that matches your breathing and slowly picks up pace. You’re squeezing my fingers, your hands in my hair, pulling me closer. I move my hands back to your bum as your legs go over my shoulders and I push my tongue as deep inside you as I can… Your breathing is getting faster still as my tongue works deep inside you, my nose rubbing your clit. My face is covered in your juices as you lose control, tense and soak me… I slow my pace as your breathing slows, trying hard not to tickle you… You pull my head back, so you can see my face, glistening with your juices, look me in the eye and whisper two words… “Your turn!”