Hotel Sex

This is another true story - it's short, but was exciting!

The day before Valentine's day we all went up to York - me, my husband and our two children - for a short break. We had a nice day in the city and at night we decided to go out to eat. The children were watching TV in the room, my husband had gone downstairs to fetch a drink from the bar and I lay soaking in the bath.

He brought me back a glass of wine and stood watching me. I liked him looking at me and I set my glass on the side of the bath and began to soap my boobs for him. I could see the bulge in his jeans that told me he liked it. Before things could go any further there was a shout from the children in the other room and he stepped out.

Smiling, I lay back, running my hands over my nipples, over my stomach and to my pussy. I squeezed my hand between my thighs, just gently teasing myself. I finished my wine, and although it was only one glass I could feel I'd had it.

He went to get in the bath, and I started to get dressed. I put on a new black bra and matching thong, then pulled on my dress - also new, from TK Maxx, but nice, clingy and I thought sexy.

Sitting on the bed I rolled on black hold ups to complete the outfit. He came out of the bathroom and I watched him get dressed; his body was beautiful. We went out, just to Prezzo but you can't go anywhere too special with toddlers, or at 6 o'clock. The meal was fine, service a little slow. We drank a bottle of wine waiting on the main course. I felt a little drunk, and very sexy sitting there.

We finished our meal, got back to the room and put the children to bed. I don't think he knew even then how hot I was feeling, or that I was wearing hold ups which normally drove him wild (and rock hard). Anyway, he sat on the bed and I went to the toilet. When I came back in he was asleep. I pushed him, but couldn't really wake him. I gave him another shove and he stirred. I told him I was going to go down to the bar for some brandy and I wouldn't be long.

I put my shoes back on and left him there. As I got in the lift I knew exactly what I was going down to the bar for. And it wouldn't be hard to find. I walked into the lobby and to the bar; there were quite a few men in. I sat on a stool at the bar, ordered a glass of white and looked around.

Before long a man in jeans and a shirt stood by me, ordering his own drink and then asked me if I wanted one. I smiled - would it be this easy? - and said yes. We talked very briefly, he was on his own, a rep, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

Putting his beer down on the bar he said he was going up to his room, smiled at me then walked over to the lift. I sat still for a second longer, then walked behind him. Casually I got into the lift with him, and then the doors shut. He immediately put his had on my hip, and when I didnt move it, ran it over my bum. I felt amazing.

We were very quickly at his room. We stood outside his door kissing, his hand on my arse, mine rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. He opened his door and we went inside.

I fell onto his bed and he pushed up my dress, running his hands over my hold ups, then I lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled my thong off. He ran a hand through my bush, before kissing my pussy, opening me with his tongue. He felt so good, and I was wet quickly as he licked me, his tongue sliding over my lips, into my arsehole, back to my clit.

I came the first time as he licked me, spreading me with his fingers, and tonguing me so beautifully. I kissed his wet face, and grabbed at him, wanting his cock in me. As I opened his jeans it leapt out at me, hard and wonderful. I took the head in my mouth. But I really wanted him inside me, and I got over onto me knees, dress around my waist.

He put it inside me, and he felt so good, so hard, so, so thick. I felt so full as he thrust into me, and I ground my hips back onto him. I reached through my legs and fingered his balls as he fucked me. He got into a good rhythm and I came again, before I could feel his cock twitch and he started to cum inside me.

He pulled out and I felt a warm and wet spatter on my arse. We collapsed on the bed, I smiled at him - I couldn't move. It took a few minutes to recover before I felt able to sit up, then knew I had to go before I was missed. I kissed his wet and softening cock, then took it into my mouth for a moment and stood up.

I could feel how wet I was, my dress sticking to his cum on my bum. He lay there watching me as I left him, no names, nothing, just a fuck.

I got back to our room, my husband was still asleep. I hung the dress on a chair. I had left my thong behind, and I smiled wondering if he'd be wanking into that. I went into the bathroom and wiped the cum off me then slid into bed, finally contented enough to sleep.