My heartbeat reverberated in my eardrums as I slipped out of my office on a rainy Wednesday evening. I strutted down the hallway and gently pushed the door to her office open. I entered quietly as she continued to lead her late night conference call. She had changed out of her usual work garb. Her tight grey leggings fit snugly to her thighs as she leaned back in her chair propping her left foot on her desk. Her turquoise sports bra, only slightly obscured by her workout top, left a hint of her protruding nipples brought forward by the over exuberant air conditioner. We lock eyes as I shuffle into the center of her office. My hand slides across her desk, plastic hotel key card in hand. “30 Minutes” I whisper to her as my hand retreats leaving the key behind. I turn and sneak out of her office, descend the stairs, pop open my umbrella and head out into the night.
The mechanical tone of the deadbolt retracting pierces the air. The handle plunges downward and the door cracks open. Her sopping wet frame slinks into the room. “I noticed that you forgot your umbrella today. Thought it might be fun to check out this hotel all the way across downtown! We better get you out of those clothes. Don’t want you catching a cold.”
Her arms crisscrossed in front of her torso as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt before pulling it over her head. Droplets of rain ran down from her hair and across her chest before absorbing into already soaked sports bra. I stepped towards her and firmly grasped her hips. Bending down I rolled her engorged leggings down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and towards me into a wet embrace – she was left with her sports bra, a barely there satin black thong and understated black flats with a gold buckle adorning their top.
I slowly descended to my knees allowing my lips to brush across her breasts as I did so. Once there, I hooked the bottom of her thong with my right index finger and pulled. It dropped from her body and hung loosely around her knees. She was soaking wet, both from the rain and anticipation. I plunged my face into he midsection and reached around her and squeezed both of her ass cheeks. I nibbled on her thinly shaved landing strip as she let out her first moan of the evening. My tongue traced the outside of her lower lips, careening back and forth across her opening. On the next pass I flicked my tongue upward against her clit. She moaned and leaned backwards bracing herself on the minibar. I pressed my face deeper into her as my tongue traced the outside of her vagina. She tasted like spring rain.
“I want to taste me too.”
I sprung to my feet and our tongues connected in the midst of a passionate kiss. I reached behind her neck and pulled her in closer to me. I feel her hand run across my waist and hear the soft creak of my belt buckle opening. In one swift motion she unbuttoned my pants, pulled them aside and thrust me inside of her.
Best room service I ever had.
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