The hotel girl [mf]

Hi I am [Dave](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79g503/the_helpdesk_girl_mf/). This happened in my early 20’s. By this time in my life I had a shaved head and a goatee. I was regularly going to the gym, was doing a martial art and was enjoying helping a friend continually restore his old car, so I was in really good shape.

I had been sent interstate for work, and was staying in a hotel near the airport. My work was close by, no more than a five minute walk away. It was really political; I was brought in to consult and assist with a controversial project, and a number of managers weren’t having it. I was working long hours and it was exhausting.

Friday night around 8pm, and I headed out from work to the bar in the hotel to grab something to eat and maybe a couple of cheeky drinks before retiring.

I was wearing black slacks, my favorite black boots and a white business shirt, with the sleeves rolled up over my forearms. I have pretty big forearms and there wasn’t much fat on me, so the veins were quite visible on my forearms and my hands, which had quite a few calluses and scars from years of working out, messing about with engines and sparring.

I noticed an utterly striking woman sitting alone at one end of the bar; she was mid 20’s tall, quite curvy with long, dark hair pulled back into an elaborate pony tail. She had blue eyes framed with gold wire rimmed glasses. She was wearing gold stud earrings and a dark blue skirt suit with matching heels and a white blouse.

I walked over and asked if the seat next to her was taken. She glanced over at me, looking me up and down.

Her eyes focused on my hands and forearms and her chair swung around to face me, her posture adjusting from defensive to fairly open. She said “please join me” and motioned to the chair next to her. I sat down, facing her slightly and introduced myself. “Hi, I am Dave, thank your for letting me to sit here” as I offered my hand for her to shake. It looked like she had a thing for hands and forearms. She shook my hand firmly, her hand lingering slightly after shaking. “Michelle, pleased to meet you”, she said almost formally whilst brushing back a small hair from her ear with her left hand. I saw no ring, and thought perhaps I would have some company back in my room tonight.

“Dave, I have a train to catch in about 40 minutes, so I only have time for a drink” she said. I was disappointed, but appreciated her candor. “Better half an hour with a beautiful woman than by myself. I appreciate you letting me know.” I was disappointed she wouldn’t be joining me for the night, but I was still better off than when I arrived.

We talked for what seemed like moments, and she touched my forearms many times, our knees and legs lightly brushing now and again sending thrills up my spine. Michelle apologized and got up to leave, saying she enjoyed meting me. “I’m here for a few more weeks.. Can I call you?” I asked. She and I exchanged numbers and she left. I headed back up to my room, to watch a bit of tv and an early night.

About 20 minutes later; I received a text. “Thanks for the drink, I am free tomorrow night after 7 if you want to catch up.”

“Sounds great, 7ish at the bar?” I responded.

“It gets crowded Saturday, meet in the foyer”.

I spent Saturday wandering around the city center, seeing what was around and shopping in a few stores that weren’t available in my city.

I headed back to my hotel and had a shower dressed in a pair of dark trousers, a light blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up just above the elbows and my favourite boots; black, well shined, slightly pointed toes.

Just before 7, I headed down to the foyer and found a chair. Shortly after, I looked up from my game of snake as the automatic doors opened. In Michelle walked. She was tall, perhaps 5ft10 or 11. Her dark hair was up in a bun with small trailing curls artfully framing her face, she was wearing the same glasses but had gold earrings with small red crystals. She had on a tight one piece dress, made of finely knitted gold thread which reached her knees and accentuated the curve of her hips and thighs. Her nipples were protruding, angling slightly downwards, her bra obviously fighting a losing battle against her breasts. I didn’t realise just how big her tits were when we met the night before.

I stood and put my hands on my hips angling my hands so my forearms flexed a bit. Her eyes were either locked on them or the front of my pants, which was great because I was having trouble keeping my eyes off her hips and her breasts.

She stopped just in front of me, I put my hand on her left hip giving it a gentle squeeze and moved to kiss her right cheek. She angled slightly towards me, pressing her breast against me and squeezing my forearm as I kissed her cheek and I said “Good to see you again” as I moved slightly back, letting my hand stay on her hip for just a touch longer than needed, her fingers trailing down my forearm.

I asked her if she wanted dinner in the restaurant or if she knew anywhere nearby which would be good. “Room service is fine” she replied. My pants almost exploded.

We headed up to my room, the tension was palpable. She and I occasionally brushed up against each other in the lift, as we caught up on what we did that day. We got to outside my room, and she leant against the wall and watched me as I pulled out the room card and stuck it in the lock. I moved closer to her, locking eye contact. She opened her mouth slightly and tilted her head up expecting me to kiss her. I moved my lips past hers so they were close to her ear. “What did you want to eat?” I asked. I could feel her breathing increase. “Or did you want to skip dinner and have dessert?’. I stepped away, opening the door and inviting her inside.

Michelle looked slightly flustered as she entered my room. She turned around as I closed the door. Her nipples were protruding even further, a half smile on her lips. I stepped towards her, eyes roaming across her breasts, down her belly and across her curvy hips. I placed my hands on her hips, running my thumbs across the front of them, barely feeling the edges of her panties and her hip bones under her curves. Her hands were running up and down my forearms, massaging the muscles with her thumbs and caressing my skin with the tips of her fingers.

I pulled her towards me and started kissing her, starting with soft, tentative kisses, using my lips to caress hers, running my tongue softly across her lips and gently biting them. I moved over to kissing and biting her edge of her ear lobe, moving down to her neck as my left hand reached around to the small of her back, pulling her harder against me. Her hands were roaming up and down my upper arms and back as my right hand moved off her hip, and up her side, and onto her back. My fingertips lightly moved in circular patterns across her back and moving upwards over her bra strap and back down.

She told me she wanted to feel my hands on her skin. I moved my mouth back over hers and ran both my hands down her sides and back, across her hips and cupping her ass. I squeezed her cheeks hard. I started gathering the fabric in my hands, pulling her dress up and over her buttocks. My hands went back to cupping the underneath of her cheeks, feeling nothing but skin. I ran my fingers over her buttocks, finding the edges of her panties high up on her ass then alternating between running my hands across her hips and squeezing her soft flesh.

Her hands were all over my upper arms and roaming across my back and shoulders, lightly squeezing the muscles under my shirt.

“I love the way your calluses feel on me” she whispered as I continued to squeeze her buttocks. I slowly started bringing my hands up underneath her dress and onto her waist, bringing her dress further up, and pressing the calluses of my hands against her skin whilst moving them further upwards. Michelle shuddered under my attentions and started to help pull her dress up further. I stepped back slightly, keeping my hands roaming up and down her sides and back, seeing the lines of her abdomen and running my thumbs up them, enjoying the curve of her hips and belly.

She pulled her dress over her head, discarding it on the floor, her massive breasts barely contained in a translucent, lacy but full sized bra. Her nipples were big and obviously engorged, sticking out over 3/4 of an inch and deeply red beneath the sheer fabric which matched her panties. There was no doubt she was expecting some action.

I gently guided her over to the bed and stood watching her as she sat down and reclined backwards, her upper body propped up on her elbows. I started undoing my shirt, using both hands and doing my best to flex and tense my forearms which really seemed to be her thing. Her eyes were locked to my arms and each button I undid uncovered a bit more chest. I took my time, trying to stretch out the anticipation. I took my shirt off, dropping it on the floor, her eyes and then her hands roamed across my chest and down my torso.

I kicked off my boots, still standing in front of her, an indulgent smile played across her face as I started to unbuckle my belt. She was really enjoying watching my hands and forearms flex and move.

I dropped my trousers, leaving my boxer-briefs on, which did not conceal my erection. I moved onto to the bed, laying next to her, and leant over to start kissing her. She grabbed my hand, running her fingers over the back of it, turning it over and running the tips of her fingers over the calluses on my palms, and then following up my arm onto my forearms and guiding my hand onto her soft belly

I kept kissing her and running my hand over her belly, around her hip and her curvy outer thigh. Her hand kept running up and down my arm, moving across to my chest and down onto my waist. I broke the kiss and started kissing her upper abdomen, completely ignoring her magnificent tits. I slowly started working my way down her torso, enjoying the taste of her skin and the musk of her pussy as I got closer and closer to her panties.

I grabbed the sides of her panties and started pulling them down whilst kissing and nibbling. Her hands were on my head, pushing me down closer to her pussy. I dragged her panties down as far as I could, exposing her mound with a nicely trimmed landing strip which I started kissing and licking.

“oh, yes” she moaned as I started teasing her pouty and engorged lips with my tongue. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head pressing my face into her hot flesh. I reached around over her hip and used my left hand to pull back slightly on her lips to give me easier access to her hood. I started with regular light strokes of my tongue, slowly building the pressure until she started making noises and her hands started rhythmically massaging the back of my head. I slid two fingers from my other hand between her lips and deep into her, then opening them up and slowly pulling them almost out, stretching her open, then closing my fingers as I pushed them back into her. She groaned, and I continued with the same pace, both with my tongue and my fingers. I had her measure.

I kept up the licking, keeping the rhythm and firmness steady as I continued to fuck her with my fingers. She was hot, she was incredibly wet and she told me she was ready and asked me if I had a condom to put on. I stood up and slipped off my boxer-briefs, freeing my cock. I grabbed a condom and rolled it down over my member whilst drinking in her curves, her pussy lips were bright pink, wet and open. She undid her bra, letting her breasts drop free and lay back as I climbed on top of her. Michelle put her arms around my neck and gasped as I pushed my cock into her pussy. She was slick and hot after my fingers and tongue. I could feel her back arching and her legs tensing as I went as deep into her as I could. I started pumping away. My left forearm was on the mattress, and my hand near her face, holding my weight off her upper body and my right hand grasping behind her knee and pulling her leg as high as I could to get a better angle and deeper into her pussy.

She moaned and started to lick and nibble my fingers, then she closed her eyes and started sucking on my pointer and index finger like she was blowing me.

She kept sucking and licking my fingers whilst I thrusted into her, wrapping her tongue around my fingers whilst she ground herself against me as I was fucking her. She was quivering and grasping my hips and buttocks, trying to ram me into her, adjusting the rhythm of my thrusts until she was getting it just the way she needed it. She stopped sucking on my fingers and started grasping my butt really hard as I felt her convulsing against me.

She opened her eyes and told me she wanted to be on top. I rolled off her and lay back as she straddled my hips, grasping my cock and lowering herself onto it. I ran my hands up her thighs and onto her hips whilst she started riding me, her massive tits swaying and bouncing with her with movement. She started running her hands over my chest and over my arms, again focusing on my forearms. She grabbed my hands and pressed them into her tits, and I started stroking and rubbing her nipples and squeezing her breasts. She kept running her hands over mine and over my forearms, massaging the muscles and tracing the veins which were standing out more and more. After a few minutes of Michelle riding me, she leant forward and said to me “I want you to come in my mouth”. “I’m pretty close” I admitted. She grabbed my shaft as she dismounted, squeezing it and stroking it whilst she moved so she was on the bed kneeling between my legs. I propped myself up, watching her massive tits when she looked up at me, removed the condom and lowered her mouth over my cock. She was pressing her tongue on the underside and was stroking with her hand and bobbing her head up and down, using suction to increase the sensation. She kept eye contact with me as she sped up. It wasn’t long before I started coming, and she kept pumping my cock and sucking, pulling all the juice out of me and swallowing until there was nothing left. I dropped back onto the bed, letting out a sigh. Michelle got up and walked over to the mini bar and opened a small can of coke, sipping on the drink and smiling at me whilst I admired her curves.

She returned to the bed, laying down against me, and I put my arm around her, slowly running my hand up and down her side. She sighed and ran her hand over my chest and asked me if she could stay the night. I told her I assumed she was going to and wanted to know if she was up for more later. “I’m not going to be able to sit down comfortably on the train once we’re done, am I?” She asked.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7bs6h9/the_hotel_girl_mf