[MF] Spend enough time on the road and you get to know your fellow business travelers. Sometimes very intimately…

I noticed her in the hotel bar on Monday evening. I’d arrived in town that morning and spent the day at a client’s office.

Diya was Indian, but spoke with a British accent. She had big, beautiful brown eyes, pouty lips, and long black hair. Her body was fit and curvy. She looked like someone who belonged on TV. Not sitting in a hotel bar with a laptop and a glass of wine.

That first night I sat at the end of the bar. She was alone at the nearest booth. I watched a steady stream of men in suits or khakis walk over and attempt to start a conversation. She politely brushed all of them away. I wasn’t surprised. She didn’t look like the type of woman who could ever be picked up in a bar. Especially not by middle-aged men in golf shirts or cocky young consultants in pinstripes.

I didn’t even attempt an approach. I sat quietly at the bar eating dinner and then nursing a few drinks while I tapped away on my own keyboard. Diya left alone around eleven.

The next two nights were similar to the first. I had dinner at drinks sitting at the bar. I’d see Diya working alone at a booth and politely turning anyway anyone approached.

On Thursday I got out of the office just after five. The bar was mostly empty at that hour. Surprisingly, Diya was already set up in the same corner booth. She looked up and flashed me a smile as I walked in. I nodded in her direction. It was the same casual greeting I exchanged in hotels and airports all over the country with people I would never actually talk to. I was surprised she even recognized me. I thought perhaps she was just being polite since we were the only ones in the bar.

I sat down at my stool and ordered a drink. I was seated for only a couple of minutes when Diya came over and stood next to me. She signaled the bartender for a drink.

Up close, she was even more stunning. Her dark hair was parted in the center and hung down to frame her face. She wore a black skirt and blazer with stockings and heels. Her blouse was square-necked and low-cut with black lace trim. It was a deep red silk that looked good against her brown skin and showed off the swell of her bosom. It was covered in a gold pattern with big gold buttons.

“A pretty woman smiles at you and you don’t come over to say hello?” she said.

I was surprised. At first I couldn’t believe she was speaking to me. Much less comprehend what she’d said.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realize it was an invitation.”

“You’ve been sitting here all week glancing over at me,” she said. “And you haven’t said a thing to me. What else would it be?”

“Well, every time I glanced over you were sending someone away,” I responded. “I took that as a sign.”

She laughed. It was a beautiful, deep sexy laugh.

“Old men and overgrown frat boys,” she said. “That’s the only guys who’ve approached me. Not exactly my thing. I can do better, don’t you think?”

I nodded my head.

“You can too,” she said.

I gave her a puzzled look.

“Don’t play coy,” she said. “I’ve noticed you chatting with the women who come in here looking for nothing but attention.”

“You’re very blunt,” I said. “I suppose you’ve heard that before.”

“I am blunt. Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No,” I responded.

“Good,” she said. “I’m sick of the food here. It’s awful. And I hate going to nice restaurants alone. Do you want to go somewhere with me? There’s a great steakhouse that’s not far from here. I’m Diya, by the way. I guess we actually haven’t met.”

I introduced myself.

“So? Are we going?” she asked.

Dinner was great. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of us. Eventually, it turned flirtatious. She’d punctuate what she was saying by reaching out to touch my arm or hand. I couldn’t stop staring at her. And I’d catch her staring back at me with those big brown eyes.

We left the restaurant hand in hand. We were slightly tipsy, but we’d only split a single bottle of wine and were far from drunk. She pressed her hot body against me. Her large breasts crushed against my chest. She was tall for a woman, and with her heels on it was easy for her to turn her lips up to meet mine.

We kissed for the first time. It was slow and wonderful. I wrapped my arm around the small of her back and pulled her tight. My lips parted and our tongues met. It was instantly hard.

I stepped to the curb and quickly hailed a cab. We’d walked to the restaurant, but it had taken over 20 minutes. Neither of us wanted to waste that much time getting back.

We were like two horny teenagers in the backseat. Neither of us paid attention to the cab driver. It didn’t matter if he was glancing back. We didn’t care.

Diya leaned into me, lifting her ass off the seat. We kissed. I ran my hand up her stockings and under her black wool skirt. I realized she was wearing garters. I went higher and cupped her ass. She was also wearing a thong. She looked at me and winked.

“Were you planning on this tonight?” I asked.

She shrugged.

“More like hoping,” she said. “I get bored on the road. It’s nice to find some company.”

We kissed again. I kept my right hand on her ass. My left went to her breast. I rubbed it through her camisole and gave it a squeeze. A lusty moan slipped through her lips.

She reached for my cock. I was still rock hard. She rubbed and teased me through my slacks. We kept kissing one another. I glanced up and saw the driver watching us in the rearview mirror. But I still didn’t care.

Diya unzipped me and reached inside. She wrapped her hand around my thick erection.

She started jacking me off. I leaned back and let her pump my dick. I looked in the mirror and saw we still had an audience. I closed my eyes to block him out. I felt like I could blow at any second.

The driver pulled up to the hotel.

“To be continued,” Diya whispered before she zipped me up.

Inside the hotel, we rushed off the elevator and Diya led me to her room. I swept her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck while she opened the door. I ran my hands up her thighs and lifted her skirt to expose her thong and ass cheeks. I rubbed my hard cock against her and reached around to touch her tits.

She got the door open and I followed her in. She turned and threw an arm around my neck and kissed me deeply. The far wall of the room was solid glass—a big window looking out on the city. I pushed her across the room until we were up against it.

“Turn around,” I commanded. She obeyed.

“Take off your jacket,” I said.

She tossed her jacket aside. Her little blouse was sleeveless and she had taut, strong arms.

“Hands against the wall,” I commanded.

Again, she obeyed.

“Ass out.”

She leaned so that her hot ass was sticking back in the air. I pushed her skirt back up again. Her ass was perfect. Her little black satin thong ran between her curvy brown cheeks.

I started grinding into Diya again. I kissed the back of her neck. I reached around and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was lacy and barely contained her ample curves. I grasped the cups and pulled them down until I could see her hard, brown nipples. Then I ran a hand between her smooth thighs until I rubbed against her wet crotch.

“Spread your legs,” I whispered.

I glanced out the window at the traffic far below. It would have been impossible for anyone to see us. But there were a couple of lights still on in the building across the way. I wondered if anyone could glimpse us from their office.

I dropped to my knees behind Diya. I kissed my way up her stockings and then over her bare flesh. I found the thin strip of satin covering her pussy. I drug my tongue over it and tasted her juices. She moaned reflexively.

I deftly unfastened the garters on her hose and grabbed the thong. I pulled it down her tight legs. Her furry brown pussy was waiting for my tongue.

I licked her from front to back. I drug my tongue up higher and tickled her asshole. And then I went back to her clit. I plunged my middle two fingers in her cunt and started fucking her as I licked.

She was LOUD. We weren’t in a cheap hotel with thin walls, but I still find it impossible to imagine the neighbors sleeping through her cries. I fingered her gash harder. She started to squirm and wiggle. She leaned her head against the glass for extra support. She moaned my name and begged me to keep going.

I tongued her clit from behind. Her juices started dripping down my chin. I kept driving my fingers into her. Diya’s face and tits were planted against the big glass window. Her legs started to shake. She cried out loudly and started cumming. Her knees buckled and she fell down into my arms as she climaxed.

We kissed one another several times. I kissed down her neck and all over those luscious tits. We both started stripping. I got up and sat in a chair in the corner. My erect cock was sticking straight up.

“Suck my cock,” I commanded.

Diya got on her knees in front of me. She was completely naked. We were still in front of the big window. I glanced across and saw shadows in the windows across the street. I hoped someone was watching. The idea thrilled me.

She ran her tongue up and down my rigid poll. It glistened with her saliva in the lamplight. She wrapped her lips around my swollen head and took my shaft into her mouth slowly. My whole body tingled.

“You like that?” she asked with a wicked grin.

I nodded.

“How about this?” she asked.

She moved further in-between my spread legs. She wrapped a hand around my big cock and pulled it between her big, soft titties. She cupped her breasts, leaving her hard, brown nipples peeking between her spread fingers. She squeezed them together on my rod and slowly moved them up and down.

“You like this?” she asked.

I nodded again.

“You like fucking my titties?” she asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

Every nerve in my cock was stimulated. She jiggled them faster. Every few strokes she’d stop and lean forward to lick my cock and keep it lubed.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasped.

She grabbed each of her tits by the nipple and started jiggling them violently. I was completely visually and physically. I felt my cock spasm and then I popped. My first shot hit her on the lips. Then I spurted all over her tits. She kept going until I’d finished cumming on her.

“You’re not through yet, are you?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Good,” she said.

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