I (29m) matched with the assistant front desk manager (35F) at my hotel [MF]

I travel a lot for work. I found early on that it helps to be friendly with the folks who work the front desk. They can give the best advice on where to eat or get a drink in the area, and provide all sorts of other little luxuries. One particular hotel stay

Okay, maybe I flirted with her a bit. She was cute enough. I didn’t know she was older than me yet. Her auburn hair was up in a bun, which drew attention to her deep green eyes. Even behind the counter and through her business attire, I could tell she was a curvy woman.

We chatted for maybe a bit too long. I didn’t notice there were other guests waiting to check in behind me, so I promptly big my farewell, and went up to my room to put my suitcase away. I didn’t think much about it, although when I went back downstairs to work out, I swore I caught her checking me out.

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When I went up to my room, I aimlessly swiped through Tinder for a while. When I was traveling I’d always use the app, although it rarely worked out. But when it did… those were some of my more memorable experiences being single.

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When I found her profile, I superliked it. Honestly, I would have even if I didn’t recognize her: her profile showed a lot of photos of her dressed in more revealing clothing, and she looked even better with her hair down. I barely recognized her at first.

We matched maybe 5 minutes later.

“Omg, are you the guy in room 412?” was her first message. I said I was indeed the guy in 412. She told me she got off at midnight. I told her I’d love to get a drink or something. “Or I could come up to your room and see how long after I get off I can… you know.. get off.” she sent with a winky emojii.

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By 12:30 I assumed she had chickened out. That was when I heard a knock at my door. I looked out the peephole to see the woman from the front desk. Her hair was down now, and she had clearly reapplied her make up.

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The first time she came to my hotel room, we didn’t do much talking. She kissed me on the lips and asked me to sit down on the bed. I happily obliged.

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“I’ve always wanted to do this. hook up with a guest, I mean,” she admitted as she sank to her knees. She took me out and I watched her eyes visibly light up. She was on my cock hungrily, bobbing her head is a slow, steady rhythm, humming a bit as she did. I reached down and fondled her, first over the fabric of her top, and then pulling down the top so I could reach her breasts. They were quite large, I’d guess a DD cup, maybe an E. I won’t tell you the business I’m in, but it isn’t selling bras. Point is she was quite a bit bustier than I thought at first when I saw her downstairs. I may have commented as such. She giggled, backed up and put my cock between her breasts.

“you’re not exactly unimpressive yourself.” she giggled. “Do you have lube? I haven’t dealt with a big guy.. since the divorce.” She said the last bit as if she was ashamed. I stroked her hair and didn’t comment on it at the time. She took me back in her mouth, seemed to be the rare woman who genuinely likes sucking dick and who didn’t mind the challenge my thickness poses. Still, she wasn’t able to deepthroat. I asked her to hop up on the bed and then it was my turn, pulling off her skirt and leggings eagerly. She was already soaked when I began kissing her thighs. She protested at first, and I pulled back.

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“Guys don’t like.. you know.. doing that” she stammered. I told her I did. then I got to work, using my tongue in big, lazy circles over her clit. I found a pattern she seemed to respond to and moved my tongue faster and faster, loving the way she whimpered as I worked. she began to beg me to fuck her. First quietly, then more adamantly. Who am I do deny a working woman? I stood up, fished a condom out of my suitcase and positioned myself for entry. She lay on her back on my bed, her legs spread as I slowly entered her, my eyes locked on hers as I worked.

She grabbed a pillow, covering her face as she screamed. later she told me she was paranoid someone might hear and recognize her voice. She wrapped her legs around my torso, grinding slowly back up toward me, clearly loving every inch of what I was giving her. I felt her legs tremble as she came and it wasn’t long until I did as well.

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I rolled off and she got up, fixing her clothes. She explained she couldn’t stay the night, she had work the next morning and didn’t want anyone to notice she never left. She asked when my first meeting was the next morning. I told her. She asked if she could come by around 6. She often worked out before her shift in the hotel gym, so she didn’t think anyone would really notice.

She was at my door at 5:45. I was in sweatpants, a pot of coffee heating. I opened the door and she basically ran inside. She too was in sweats. Gym wear. “Here for my workout, I don’t have much time,” she gasped in my ear between kisses on my neck.

“This time, don’t go easy on me,” She whimpered. So I didn’t. I pushed her onto the bed, pulling down her sweat pants and smacking her ample backside. She loved that so I did it again. I always get hard easier in the morning, and the side of her thick ass basically got me to attention. I quickly put on a condom and applied lube. Grabbing her hips hard I thrust into her, loving the way she groaned into the mattress. I pulled her hair back so I could hear her better and began to thrust harder and harder. I remembered her thing about people hearing us and pushed her face down again. that seemed to really turn her on, and it wasn’t long until I heard her muffled voice announce she was going to come. I kept going, putting every ounce of my energy into fucking her as rough as I could. When I came she lay, panting.

“fuck. My husband never did that. You don’t just have a big dick, it’s a good dick” She giggled. I let her use my shower to wash up and change into her business wear.

All day I got texts from her about how weak her legs were, and about how sad she was she couldn’t see me that night. She was the one who checked me out the next morning. She kind of played it cool. But definitely laid it on thick when she asked “And how was your stay, sir?”

She texted me to let her know the next time I was in the area. I did, but she never answered that text. Maybe she found someone nice to settle down with.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cyx00q/i_29m_matched_with_the_assistant_front_desk