I miss business trips [FM]

I work in software sales. It’s lucrative but its a brutal schedule. I’m on the road 80% of the time. While this makes it difficult to cultivate long term relationships it is very easy to focus on my two biggest passions. Fitness, and being a raging slut. If work permits, I try to get at least two new guys per trip, whether I’m meeting them at a hotel bar or swiping on an app. Conventions are the easiest hunting grounds. Lots of confident, fit men, drunk on commission money and freed from their wives. Here’s a story from my last trip, back in March.

I was in Dallas. There was some kind of convention happening at my hotel, but I wasn’t a part of it. I was meeting a client further out of the city but I chose this hotel because POINTS and it was fairly fancy. It was ~7pm on a Thursday night. I was flying out the following morning to go home, but I wanted to fit in a quick workout while I had the chance.

Something was going on in the hotel gym though. It was chilly outside but hot inside. Like…really uncomfortably warm. I had dressed in running shorts and a long sleeve top but I quickly got rid of the top and did most of my workout in a sports bra and shorts.

I’m in great shape. I played college volleyball and I work out at least 4 times a week, if not more. My best assets are my butt and my abs. I LOVE the attention I get from men when I work out and show off my body. It’s an incredible confidence boost.

There were a few other people at the gym. Most of the guys let their eyes linger for a minute before turning away, only looking back when they thought I couldn’t see. But one guy…he was eye fucking me from the moment I walked in. Just looking up and down my body as I went through my work out. Not even trying to hide it. He was older, grey hair, decent shape (maybe in his late 50s), and wearing a wedding band.

Around 8pm, we were the last ones in the gym. I was doing a floor workout and he was “lifting” on a bench (he was staring at my ass). Honestly, I admired his gall. It was my last day, I hadn’t had sex in a week so I thought “Hey why not?”. When I finished my routine I got up and walked over to him, getting close enough so he could drink in every inch of my sweaty hard body. “Room XYZ, 15 minutes”, I whispered into his ear, and then walked out. I went back to my room, poured myself a drink, and waited.

A knock. I check the peephole. It’s him. He’s looking furtively up and down the hallway as if he expects his wife to jump out and yell at him. I open the door and he walks in. He starts to ask me a question and I put my finger on his lips. “No small talk. No names. Just fuck me, and go”.

We strip, both still sweaty from the recent workout. He’s honestly in fantastic shape for someone who’s definitely closer to 70 than 30. No horse cock but no micropenis either. I hand him a condom, grab his cock and guide him over to the window. We’re on a high floor. There’s an office across the street but the lights are off. Even if they were on, I wouldn’t care. I’m too horny. I put my hands on the glass and push my ass out towards him. “Fuck me.” I say. A demand. Not a request. He obliges, grabbing my hips and sliding inside my wet pussy. I hear him groan as he slowly thrusts into me. Then we’re off to the races. This isn’t making love, its fucking. He grabs my hips hard and just starts to absolutely pound me. This is his once-in-a-decade chance to fuck someone half his age and he’s taking advantage of it with reckless abandon. His cock feels amazing. I can’t believe it’s been a week since I got fucked. I needed this. I let out a few “oh daddy’s” in my best pornstar voice, following up with “I bet your wife doesn’t let you do this”. He spanks me. Hard. “You said no small talk.” He grunts out, while continuing to pound me. I am in ecstasy. He moans out that he’s close. “Then don’t slow down,” I reply. “Just promise me you’ll think about me the next time you fuck your wife”. Another spank. Then another. Then another moan, he pulls out, and I feel ropes of cum splashing on my back and on my ass. I lower myself down to the floor to savor the moment. He’s already pulling his clothes on. A minute later, he’s out the door.

I flew out the next morning. I like to think I was the highlight of his trip. I have been doing this for nearly 8 years now so many stories left to come :).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m8dubk/i_miss_business_trips_fm