[M]y experience with a [F]light attendant at a hotel near JFK

It’s been a few months since I posted my last story and because it was so well received, I figured I’d post another. This happened around the same time frame as my previous story, around 8 years ago.

As I alluded to in my first tale, I used to travel a lot for work. These travels took me all over the US and this particular trip brought me to New York, staying at a hotel right by JFK airport. It had been a long day at work and I had ordered a pizza for dinner. After about 45 minutes I got a phone call from the front desk telling me that my pizza had arrived and I needed to come go down to the front desk to get it. Aggravated that I had to get dressed, I threw on a t shirt to go with my gym shorts and headed down.

The night I [M] cheated with a coworker [F]

I’ve lurked quite a while reading everyone’s stories and figured it was time to share some of my own.

This story is from about 8 years ago and starts innocently enough at an after work happy hour with some coworkers. A group of about 10 of us met at a bar right after work. Once there we get a table and get a round of beers. I’m sitting between two of my female coworkers one we’ll call Jasmine and the other Lana both are about 5 years older than I was at the time. I’m pretty good friends with Jasmine as we had traveled together a lot for work and went out to lunch frequently. Lana, on the other hand, was more of an acquaintance that worked on a different floor yet that I admired from afar as she was quite cute. She was about 5’5 very tan, with shoulder length, straight brown hair with a few blonde highlights, big beautiful brown eyes, and a nice curvy body.