[MF] erotic hotel encounter while traveling, mutual happy endings

Short version – Recent erotic experience with a fellow hotel guest, no sex but some saucy release. Long-winded introduction, feel free to skip ahead to the saucy stuff if you like.

I have one of those jobs that takes me away from home often, for extended periods of a week up to a month. To protect my identity, I’ll just say that I’m usually in remote or third-world locations, where 90% of the other hotel guests are also professional travellers – everybody working on their laptops and tablets, out for meetings in the morning and back again for a lonely dinner at the hotel buffet. If you’re in a similar line of work, you will probably relate to the boredom and loneliness that comes from staying in anonymous hotels for travelling professionals, eating dinner for one at the same hotel, and maybe occasionally nodding a quiet “hello” to the other guests at breakfast. I usually try to break the boredom cycle by introducing myself and making small talk with the other guests – not necessarily in the hope of a hook-up but mostly because a bit of company makes the trip go faster. Occasionally, this might result in an interesting connection or friendship and even less frequently in a bit of excitement.

Most recently, I’d been travelling for almost a month and staying in the same guesthouse for over 2 weeks – almost out of my mind with boredom. I’d already met most of the other guests, the majority of them over 50 (I’m in my mid 30’s) when one night I noticed a tall and attractive brunette lady working quietly on her tablet while eating her dinner. I wandered over to say hello and asked if she didn’t mind me distracting her for a moment to introduce myself, confessing that I was bored and it looked like she might need a distraction from her work. She seemed pleased for the company, introduced herself (let’s call her ‘Erica’), and we ended up having a long chat with several unscheduled drinks before we called it a night. I’d guess her to be 38-40, fine-featured, lovely eyes and a long slim body.  As I was checking out the next morning, I noted my contact details at the reception desk to be sent to her room in case she would still be in town when I returned at the end of the week, and didn’t expect to hear anything further from her.  Fast-forward a few days and I got a message from her asking if I was still planning to return to the guesthouse and asking if I’d like to join her for dinner the next night. I wasn’t hoping for anything but dinner and was just happy to have someone to share the evening and some wine with me – “yip, back tomorrow, dinner would be lovely”. I get a smiley face emoji sent back in return – “great, see you then”.

We had a very average dinner (food in this particular country sucks) but great conversation, talking about our work, life at home, and the shared frustrations and loneliness of life on the road. Although she originally said she wasn’t a big drinker, the first bottle disappeared quickly – “hope you’re not trying to get me drunk” she giggles.  Talk turned to relationships, Erica telling me that she’d been single for several years and was finding it hard to meet someone to settle with – without my asking, she told me that she can only sleep with someone within a relationship and that it had been far too long since she had been laid (her words). I said I understood this, and explained that in general I see it the same way but that sometimes a brief fling could be fun and didn’t necessarily have to be meaningless or cheap – sometimes a short connection is better than no connection and can be good for the soul. She arched her eyebrow, saying “I hope you know that nothing is going to happen here, right? This is just about company for dinner”.

“No problem”, I respond “I’m fine with that. But, under different circumstances, I hope you don’t mind me saying that I’d probably still *think* about asking you to spend the night with me, even if it’s not your style”.

“Hm. I’ll take it as a complement. But, still, not going to happen” she says.

“Like I say, no problem”.

As the hotel restaurant was about to close and we still had most of a bottle left to finish, she suggested that we move to the deck in front of her suite. By now, she’s quite giggle and is certainly flirting with me, sending me some mixed signals and finding excuses to touch my arm or my leg whenever I make her laugh.  Pretty soon, the second wine bottle is almost empty and I expect she’s about to send me back to my room when she says “you know the worst thing about these fucking hotels is that the beds are always too soft. My back is KILLING me”. This is the first time I’ve heard her swear and I guess she must be pretty plastered. Her eyebrow arches sharply again – “Don’t imagine for a moment that this is an invitation, but…are you any good at massages?”.

Now, I happen to think I’m a MASTER of massages but I don’t want to overplay it. “Um. I’m sure I can help, if that’s what you mean, but I definitely don’t want to cross any lines that you’ve already put down”.

“What do you mean?” she shoots back, a little brusquely.

“I mean, I’ve already said I’ve love to share more of the night with you but wouldn’t want you to think I’m not a gentleman”.

“well, then, do you think you can massage my back like a gentleman?”

She’s staring at me hard now, biting her lower lip and that eyebrow arched – I’m not sure what the game is but I’ll try to play along.   “sure, show me where it hurts and I’ll do my best to make you feel better”.

Without a word, she stands up from the deck chair and disappears into the hotel suite – I realise I’m expected to follow her. She’s already undoing her blazer, throws it over the hotel chair and is standing in front of me in her tank top and pencil skirt. “Turn around and don’t look”

I oblige, turning back towards the sliding door to the deck, and quickly draw the blinds closed. I hear her shuffling around and moving across the room, then sings out “ready! Turn around again”.

As I do so, I see she’s lying face down on the bed, topless, with a towel wrapped around her waist and her arms lying on either side to conceal her breasts.

*Gulp*. I’m determined not to push my luck too far – she’s already been clear that she doesn’t want sex and I don’t want to try to force it, but of course my mind is racing and I feel my cock stirring.

I approach the bed, kicking off my shoes and climbing up next to her. “tell me where it hurts”, I ask, feeling like I’m playing out some kind of doctor fantasy. “Eeeeverywhere” she giggles.

I start out on her shoulders and neck, gently, just trying to find the source of tension and warm her muscles. “mmmm” she murmurs. I move my hand up to the back of her head, rubbing her scalp lightly while the other hand rubs and squeezes her shoulders. Slowly I work my way down her spine, taking my time, working on each vertebra methodically. She’s sighing heavily, making small murmuring noises, and as I work my way lower she begins arching her back slightly in response to my touch. As I get to her lower back and the muscles of her ass, I don’t dare slip my hand lower than the towel that she’s wrapped in, but she’s moaning and “mmm”ing happily now.

“Here? Is that good?” I ask as I begin kneading her lower back.

“almost. Can you go lower?”

I’m not sure what the game is but now I’m only half-interested in playing it – I ignore her suggestion and begin working my way up her back again, going from her coccyx back up towards her midriff.

“colder”, she says.

“Ok, well, I can’t go any lower than the towel line. Unless you’d like me to slip it lower”.

“Turn off the lights first”, she says.

I turn off the bedside light, now the only light is coming from the bathroom.

Doing as I’m told, I tug at the towel and now she lifts her hips to let me slide it off. The towel falls open now, revealing the cleft of her quite beautiful ass and her long slim legs pressed tightly together.

“You asked for it”, I tell her, feeling braver now as I begin working on the globes of her asscheeks, one in each hand.

Now she’s really sighing, pushing her butt up against my hands as I methodically squeeze and rub her glute muscles. Her legs still squeezed tightly together, I shift on the bed slightly to face her feet and prop myself up on one elbow as I continue to work with my hands. Now I feel her hand on my leg, and I look down to see her eyes closed, lips slightly open and her breathing ever heavier as I begin to apply more pressure. Her hand moves higher up my thigh, eyes still closed, until she finds the hard roll of my cock pressed (rather painfully) against my thigh.

“I thought you didn’t want that” I say. “Doesn’t mean I’m not curious” she responds, as she begins to squeeze me lightly through my trousers.

Deciding to let her set the pace, I’ve decided I’m still not going to try to fuck her, but now I realise that the game is to see how far I’m allowed to go. Taking one of her cheeks in each hand, her own fingers still gently toying with my erection through my trousers, I spread them apart – with a thrill, I realise how wet she must be as there is a distinctly moist sound as her labia part (it sounds gross to call it a ‘squelch’, but there must be a better word to describe the motion of moistened flesh?). Still not wanting to touch her further without her permission, I begin massaging her ass in a circular motion, passively pulling her cheeks apart, and she wriggles to part her legs slightly – I become aware of a delicious spicy scent in the air as I slowly prise her asschecks open and then closed. Feeling braver still, I bend down and deliver a gentle bite and a quick grazing kiss against her ass, and she draws in her breath with a sharp hiss. “again?” I ask her. “Mmm hmm”, she nods.

Now as I’m working her ass, I pause to deliver more small kisses and nibbles, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in my groin and the maddening feeling of pre-cum leaking from the tip inside my trousers. Now she’s arching her butt up, her belly slightly raised from the bed, and so I pause for a second and lick the tips of my index and middle fingers of one hand.

Sliding my moistened hand under her raised belly, I use the other to spread her cheeks slightly, and now I reach lower, feeling my hands grazed against a curl of pubic hair, slowly over her pubic mound, and then –  “aaaaaahh” she shudders, as my fingertips find a slick pooled wetness over her silky labia. I leave my hand right where it is, and she presses back against me, my fingers sliding through the middle of her folds and finding the opening to her vagina. Now I slide my other hand down the crack of her ass, still using my fingers to hold her open, until the fingers of both hands meet. As I press gently against her, her body starts twitching and wriggling against me, desperate to feel me penetrate her, to speed up my movements, to touch her most sensitive nerve endings. I stay put, just holding her in a sort of pincer movement, waiting for her to take the lead.

“mmmnnnnm, don’t be cruel, please” she says, rubbing her flat palm up and down over my trousers. By now I feel mad with lust and can think of nothing but plundering this body but I stay strong, enjoying the moment of power.

“please what?”   (my turn to arch an eyebrow)

Her eyes still closed, her butt wiggling against me almost involuntarily, she gurgles “Please. Mm. Your fingers. Touch me. Please”.

“But what about your sore back?” I ask innocently.

“Bastard”, she shoots back, and starts rocking hard against me, trying to force my fingertips inside her.

I have full control now and take great pleasure in sliding both hands up and down, spreading her moistness around, with my upper hand drawing back and forth between her cheeks and allowing my fingernails to graze against her asshole, with my lower hand teasing between her sweet folds and gently sliding over the hood of her clit, occasionally rolling and tugging gently at it between two fingers. After a minute of this treatment, my fingers are slippery and coated with her wetness and I’m enjoying it so much that I’ve almost forgotten the throb in my trousers. Suddenly, she props herself up on her elbows and rolls on to her side, away from my hands, and reaches for my belt and trouser fly. “Like I told you, no sex, but I want more of *this*”, squeezing me again through my trousers.

She’s too clumsy to undo my pants with one hand while she’s propped up on the other arm, so I hastily unbuckle my trousers and kick them off the bed. Now lying on her side, facing me, she greedily grabs at the base of my cock, squeezes, and rolls her hand up towards the head, milking what must have been a sizeable amount of precum from the head of me. In the darkness of the room, she’s almost squinting at my cock in apparent fascination as she slowly begins jerking me off, up’n’down, in a relaxed rhythm that seems to increase my throbbing. Thrusting back against her touch, my hips start to rock in time with her movements, and now she slowly bends her head lower towards me. Instead of taking me into her mouth, as I’d hoped, instead she rests her head against my thigh, continuing to handle me slowly, closes her eyes again.

Now that I can see her full nakedness (and such a lovely body, slim, smooth, small but firm breasts), I lie down on my side to face her. With one hand, I begin stroking her body up and down, running my hand against her firm belly and then up again to her breasts, pausing to roll or pinch a nipple between my fingers, and with the other, I return my attention to her swollen and sweet-smelling labia. Beginning to probe her again, I slip one and then two fingers inside her, and feel her sharp exhalation like a breeze against my balls. Her grip on my cock tightens as I slip deeper inside her. Then, hooking two fingers up against her upper vaginal wall, I wiggle lightly till I find the magic spot. I know I’ve found it as she begins to shudder, I press more firmly and then shift my other hand to cup her clit against my finger tips and begin a gentle circular motion.

Just as I do so, I feel her body shift as she lifts herself up and suddenly my cock is bathed in a glorious hot wetness, her face hidden is hidden under her long hair, draped over my legs and stomach, and she begins bobbing up and down in time to my movements. Her tongue swirls against the tip of me, she begins sucking greedily – almost too hard – while her hand continues to squeeze me, and now it’s my turn to moan. I can’t say that it’s the best I’ve ever received, but it certainly was the most pleasant ‘surprise-head’ in memory.

Now feeling sure that I’m allowed to do anything I want EXCEPT fuck her, I pull her legs closer to me and swirl the tip of my tongue against her clit. She tastes delicious, a combination of cinnamon & honey and hormonal goddess, and I hungrily begin lapping at her folds while I reach an arm around her leg to finger her from behind. Apparently, this was almost too much for her, or not enough, and she now swings her leg over my head to straddle my chest, still facing my feet with my cock firmly enveloped in her mouth, and giving full access to my hungry tongue. We’ve gone from a relatively innocent backrub to a hot 69’ing, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Hugging my arms around her legs, I continue to massage her ass and slide my fingers inside her. I can hear her muffled moans below me as she begins to stroke me faster, never letting her lips leave my cock, and her hips start bucking against my tongue, grinding herself against my tongue. Sensing that she must be close, I try again to find the magic spot – difficult to reach now that her legs are pinning my arms – and slide two fingers as deep as I can before pulling back and down against her inner walls.  My fingertips find the slightly rough and raised patch of her g-spot and I press down against it, and she begins to shudder harder, her moans turning into a high-pitched squeak. I hold tight, enjoying one of the best shows of my life, as her whole body writhes in orgasm, and I feel a fresh flood of wetness as her inner walls spasm and clamp around my fingers. Finally, she comes up for air, taking her mouth off of my cock and steadying herself on my leg – “no more, I need a rest”. I move my hand away but continue to kiss her outer lips and tease her clit and her inner thigh slowly, and with both hands around her legs there’s nowhere she can go – “But I’m not quite done with you” I tell her sternly. “Bastard!” she says, for the second time, “I can see there’s only one way to get rid of you. Just be gentle, I’m sensitive”.

Now dropping her head down again, her hair brushing against my legs, she takes me into her mouth again with fresh enthusiasm, deeper than before, each time raising her head so that her lips graze against the tip before plunging down again. Her hand starts pumping and squeezing and she makes small popping, gurgling noises as she goes to work, and I’m content to lie back and enjoy the view of her sweet little slit and butthole winking above me as she focuses on extracting a load from me. At this point, I can feel that an almost painful load of cum has built up in me, and I begin to focus on the thought of flooding her mouth. Gently teasing and toying with her pussy, occasionally slipping my fingers inside her, I lie back and let her work, and it’s only a couple of minutes before I feel the familiar lightheaded feeling as I approach a climax.

“If you carry on doing that, I’m going to come soon”, I warn her. She doesn’t pause or even acknowledge, but continues to bob her mouth and jerk me energetically. I feel it build, it’s almost there, and then the rushing point of no return arrives. “I’m going to cum!” I warn her, as I squeeze her legs and crane my head up to suck her pussy again. She drives her mouth down on me at that moment, and I swear I was seeing stars the first spurt filled her mouth and must have hit the back of her throat. Lifting her head up, she continues to stroke me, allowing the following jets of cum to shoot all over the hotel bed, some of it going over her shoulder and landing on her back. INTENSE orgasm. Her hands sticky with my cum, she continues jerking me off as I continue to throb, squeezing me firmly so that it’s almost painfully sensitive. I can feel my legs trembling as the orgasm dies down and my cock is still twitching in her hand, my face sticky with her juices. She lies her face down against my leg and takes me into her mouth once more – there’s no word for the feeling of having the last remnants of an orgasm sucked from you. She sighs quietly as she lifts her head – “you made quite a mess on my bed, you know…..but that was gorgeous, thank you”. She rolls her legs off me and gets up to retrieve the towel from the flower. Now standing fully nude in front of me while I’m slumped on the bed, she wipes herself clean (I think I must have given her the full firehose treatment) and I’m pleased to see that she’s smiling. “Oh my god, thank YOU”, I say, “I’ll definitely remember that.  Of course, now I’m dying to know what it would be like to have all of you”.

“Well, you’ll just have to keep wondering, like I told you already. And I’d usually NEVER do what we just did”. With that, she picked up my trousers from the floor and flung them at me, turning to put a hotel dressing gown on. “You’d better get dressed and go. I have to check out early to catch my flight and you can’t stay here in my room”.

I pulled on my trousers and boxers, found my shoes, and gave her a hug goodbye. As we hugged, she gave my ear a gentle tugging bite and squeezed my ass, adding “and, my back feels sooo much better”.  I’ve been grinning like a fool all week. . .

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