I first notice you on stage at the conference, staring in rapt attention at your presentation. After you speak, I try to reach you to make my introductions, but the throng of people thwart my efforts. Following dinner, I wander to the hotel bar and take a seat at a back table. I order a seven & 7, sipping it absentmindedly as I glance at the news playing silently above the bar. My ears pick out a familiar voice across the bar and I look up, seeing you sitting alone.
Quickly finishing my drink, I set it on the bar as I pass, threading my way over to your table. “That was quite a well thought out presentation you made. I’m rather impressed. Would you mind if I join you, miss?” I slide into the high top chair next to you, tilting my head to the side as I listen attentively to your elaborations on your project, interjecting with my own thoughts and ideas as we chat.
“I would really like to buy you a drink. I really appreciate you honoring me with you company.” I return with a glass of wine for you and another cocktail for myself, setting them down gingerly as we resume our conversation, the topic meandering and becoming quite flirty. I feel your bare stockinged foot rub up my leg, lifting my grey slacks over my dark argyle sock.
I rapidly shift my glance from your beautiful, plump lips to your deep, sparkling eyes. My eyes drift down to your empty drink, catching your curled fingers tracing down the neckline of your blouse, offering me a peek of your scarlet bra under your grey silk top.
“Shall I fetch you another?” I query, my attention focused on your hand sliding up your chest to your neck. Your look says it all, and I steal away, quickly returning with another full glass for both of us. I place your drink down in front of you, sliding my other hand down your arm from your shoulder to your hand, clasping it in mine and lifting it to my lips.
You pull me closer, craning your neck to reach my lips with yours. I reciprocate the kiss, the sweet taste of the wine on your lips making my head swim. I lean back, setting your hand on my shoulder as I clutch your waist, pulling you to your feet and traveling to the dance floor.
I lead you effortlessly, my feet nimbly moving in practiced steps, as we glide along the checkered tile. You rest your head on my chest, holding me tightly as we turn and spin, smiling and laughing mirthily. A modern song starts to play as we are pushed closer together by the growing crowd. Gazing into my eyes, a mischievous look playing upon your face, you take my hand in yours and press it against your thigh, guiding it up your leg.
You lift my hand until I can feel your other thigh on the tops of my fingers. You press my fingers against your hot, bare pussy, pushing my middle finger inside your wet little hole. Straddling my leg, you grind your hips against my hand to the beat of the music. I feel your body shake as you clutch my shirt tightly, leaning against me. Looking up at my smirk, you announce, “I need a drink after that, come on.”
You lead me by my tie, my neck jerking away from my body, nearly dragging me to the bar. Bending over the polished oaken top, you wiggle your bottom against my bulge, straining against my pants. You look over your shoulder and wink as you hand me another drink. I watch your hand falling to smack your ass, then sliding lower along the curve of your body. Finding my fly, you lower it as your hips roll, raising your skirt as your legs close around my thick, stiff cock.
You brace against the bar with one hand, timing your gulps of wine between your pumps as you take my cock into your dripping cunt, your hair whipping to the side as you revel in the sensation. Standing up, you turn around, letting my cock withdraw as you hop onto a stool. You pull my body closer as you wrap your legs around mine, guiding my shaft back between your legs.
Yanking my head down by my tie, you bury my face between your breasts as I unfasten the buttons over your chest with my teeth. I bite along your soft, sensitive flesh, leaving raised, pink semi circles. Yanking down the left cup of your bra as you grasp your breast, shoving it towards my mouth. I gladly oblige, sucking and gently nibbling, scraping the edges of my teeth over your stiffening bud.
I grasp the bottom of the stool, rocking it back and forth as I thrust into you, pushing your back over the bar. The bartender notices you and yells out, “Shots!” quickly mixing up a drink. He pours the cold liquid down your chest to waiting mouths below, one after another. The constant rocking motion and attention to your breasts makes your back arch as you cum, the pulsing tightness encouraging my own release.
My cum pumps sticky and hot from the head of my cock into you, each large spurt filling your cunt further. I hardly finish cumming before you are on your knees in front of me, cleaning my cock of our passion before downing the rest of the shaker of shots and running out of the bar, half clothed, dropping one shoe as you scramble to stay upright on the smooth vinyl of the lobby.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7xhqmm/letting_loose_at_the_hotel_bar_mf_piv_job_rough