Just after my fortieth birthday, I had to go out of town for a few days. I was attending a small conference, in a city a few hours from home. This was the first time attending this conference. It wasn’t a big conference, but it was well known and difficult to gain admission. I am not typically a hotel person. So, I don’t have a problem spending a little more for a nice hotel. The main amenities were a fitness center and pool. I’m definitely into fitness, so that was a perk.

It was mid-October. It was chilly and rainy outside. Definitely not much fun to drive five hours through. I arrived around 4:00 PM. I met the receptionist. She was gorgeous! She was in her late twenties. She was tan and had long brown hair with some blonde highlights. She was wearing a blue skirt with a white blouse. Her toned, tan arms were lying on the counter. Her blouse was only buttoned up to just above her cleavage. A couple was just leaving the counter as I walked up. I admittedly was speechless. She was gorgeous. She had icy blue eyes and a smile that completely melted the gloomy weather. And a slight southern accent… When I finally spoke, I completely stumbled over my words.

“Hi… I am for the hotel… I mean... I am here for the hotel… ugh… I am checking in. Sorry, it’s been a long day.”

She simply smiled and took my ID.

I was trying not to stare at her beautiful tits. Her cleavage was begging to spring out of her blouse.

After a few clicks, she handed me the key card. “You are in room 411. What’s brought y’all down here?”

I told her about the conference.

She smiled. “Ohh! There are several more here for that. I am sure you will see them around. Anyway, there is a great breakfast every morning right here. If you’re hungry, there is a great restaurant right across the street. Happy hour is right now. They have the best margaritas. Also, I strongly recommend our fitness room and pool/water activities room. I sneak into the gym here when mine is too busy… And that there steam shower is great after a workout or a swim.”

I thanked her and lugged myself up to the fourth floor. I opened the door to my room and dropped my bags. The room was very nice. A king-sized bed seemed to welcome me in. I opened the blinds. It was still a drizzly afternoon. I decided a drink and dinner would help me relax.

After a cocktail and a light dinner, I was back in my room. I was on the laptop taking care of some of the typical work things I normally do during the day. Work for me was never ending. It was truly all I did following my divorce. Actually, it was the primary reason for the divorce. I couldn’t get the balance between work and marriage. Well, it all worked out. She got the house, kids, dog, car, most of my money… I got the free weights, my guns, and a TV.

I kept thinking about the receptionist. She was so beautiful. I decided it was time to strip down and shower. A nice, long, hot shower. I found myself fantasizing about the receptionist. I could only imagine how much I wanted to bury my face in her tits. As I washed my body, my dick got harder. I started to stroke my hard cock. The free conditioner made a perfect lube. My cock throbbed. I caressed my balls with my right hand, while my left feverishly pumped my shaft. Every swipe of my frenulum made me pump harder. My grip tightened. My right hand started to play with my ass. My finger kept probing my hole. Finally, I shoved my finger deep in my ass. I found my prostate. The sensation shot intense shivers down my spine. My cock instantly shot rope after rope of my seed.

With the pressure off, I returned to my bedroom. I remained completely naked. I love being nude. At home, I often spend most of my time naked, I am almost always alone anyway. I sprawled out on the bed. It was soft. The white covers were cozy and warm. I instantly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up just before sunrise. I was very refreshed. I walked to the window to see the world wake up. I brewed myself a cup of hotel room coffee… which was horrible. I stood there completely naked only covered by the sheer curtain, as the blind was open. I could see people bustling out to their cars. It was nice to slowly wake up.

I got around for my day. I dressed in business slacks and a form-fitting button down shirt. I always am overdressed. I can’t stand the polo and khaki pants crowd. Dress like a professional. I decided to go commando. I love the way my cock feels against the dress pants. Plus, I didn’t know anyone here. So, I wouldn’t have to worry about anybody who works for me reporting me to HR.

The seminar was as expected. Several hours of industry people bragging on themselves. There was one fantastic presentation that was informative and stimulating. But, mostly it was mundane. I made it to the end of the day. I struggled with this first day and lamented the next three. I decided to head back to the hotel for a workout. I needed to clear my head of work.

I changed and went to the gym… this place didn’t skimp on the equipment! Four treadmills, two exercise bikes, several weight machines, three benches, numerous kettlebells, and dumbbells from five to one hundred pounds! I was in heaven!

I slammed my pre-workout and got busy. Lifting and running were the only things that kept me from cracking following my divorce. I was hitting the pull-up bar when the door opened. It was a lady. I recognized her from the conference. She had sat several rows in front of me. She smiled and said hello. She then went onto a treadmill.

She started to run as I continued my workout. I was so in the zone that the lady, who I completely forgot was there, startled me when she spoke. She said, “Are you enjoying the conference so far?”

I jumped. “Yeah… I mean. Yes. I am looking forward to the keynote speech the day after tomorrow.”

“Me too. He always has a poignant, humorous, and humble lesson,” she replied as she kept running.

I finally took notice of my fellow exerciser. She was probably in her mid-fifties. She was thin, but fit. Her brown hair was peppered with the white highlights that come with age. She was wearing some modest blue running shorts, but a dark yellow sports bra. She was petite, but fit. Her abs were flat and toned. Her arms were thin, but defined. Her legs were lean muscle. She was very attractive. She had a confidence that was radiant.

She asked where I was from and what I did. I explained about my company.

I responded in kind, asking about where she was from and what she did.

She explained that she was president of her company. She said that she made these trips, as they were her only option for a vacation. We made some small talk as I finished. I told her, “Well, the receptionist told me about the steam showers. She said they were great post-workout. I think I will check those out. It was very nice to meet you.”

We shook hands like business partners. Her green eyes looked deep into mine.

She responded, “I think that sounds like a great idea. I was here last year, but didn’t use them. I might have to give them a try, later. Enjoy!”

She returned to her run.

I made my way into the pool area. There were several people splashing around. A couple of people were in the hot tub. I found the door for the men’s steam shower. It was completely steamed up inside. I couldn’t see my way in. I heard several guys' voices. I decided to try later.

I called for room service. After I polished off my meal, I decided to try the steam shower thing again. I don’t know why, but it felt kinky to me. I grabbed the robe from the closet. I was naked, as usual. I decided to put my workout shorts back on. I headed down to the pool area.

This time, the pool was empty and there was only one couple getting out of the hot tub. I looked in the glass door to the steam shower. There was nobody inside. I turned the knob on the wall. The steam instantly started pouring in. I retrieved a towel from the shelf near the door. I placed my robe on the chair just outside. I went in.

Within minutes, the steam was dripping off of me. My nylon exercise shorts were soaked. After about five steamy minutes, I could not see anything. I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I decided that this was a good time to slip my shorts off. No one else was there, and no one could see anything, anyway. I sat on the towel, sweating. My flaccid penis laid on my left leg. I was hot. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the steam.

My enjoyment abruptly disappeared when I heard the door open. I heard a soft slightly southern voice say, “Hello? Is there room in here for one more? I know this is for the guys, but the girl’s is broken. Can I join in?”

I quickly covered myself with the towel. I could tell from the voice that it was the hot receptionist. “Sure. Definitely. Come on in. I’m just going to head out.”

“Oh there’s no need to rush off. I just finished a shift and could use some friendly conversation. I don’t normally have to stay this late, I am normally gone by 7:00 on a late night. You are room 411, right? I saw you coming in, as I got off the elevator…Can I just say, I don’t always like my job? Everyday, it’s the same thing…be nice, be courteous, treat people well…dealing with people. The hospitality industry is sometimes inhospitable… Sorry, you are probably in here to relax and I am just jawing your ear off. I hope your conference is going well. How do you like the area?”

I was trying to maneuver myself back into my shorts, as quietly as possible. I responded, “Wow! You are kind of all over the place. I know dealing with people can be rough. I can’t imagine doing it on the level that you have to, day in and day out.”

“Yes. It’s a great job, I shouldn’t complain… and if you couldn’t tell, I am a talker. I do like people. I just hate trying to bend over backwards to make every detail perfect for people who complain about everything. So, did you get to use our fitness room? I had a hand in setting it up. When I first got here, two years ago, it was just two crappy treadmills, an old exercise bike from the eighties, and some mismatched dumbbells. I take fitness very seriously.”

Without thinking I chirped back, “I can tell. You look really great... Sorry. That was probably coming off as awkward. I’m not trying to be that creepy, old business guy. What I mean is, you obviously take care of yourself.”

She chuckled, “Well, thank you. You are sweet. You are not creepy… or old. I could see that you were in great shape, too. Your arms look great, I could tell that you work out, right away. Most guys who come in here have a beer belly and just try to get me to come up to their room. I’m not into old flabby guys, whose belly flops around. Anyway, this area is nice. I do like being here. I grew up south of Atlanta. I like the season changes up here. They are so pretty.”

By this point, I had managed to get my shorts back on. I was enjoying our conversation, but knew I had numerous emails awaiting me. I regretfully said, “I truly would love to stay and chat, but I have work waiting for me. It has been very nice chatting with you.” I stood to find the door. It was so steamy that I had to feel my way to it.

She said, “Well, I understand. You business guys are always working. Enjoy your night! I hope you have pleasant dreams!”

I returned to my hotel room. Now, I was extremely horny. I forgot about the emails and computer. I doffed my robe and shorts. I headed right into the shower. I found myself fantasizing about the receptionist, again. Oh my! That accent! My hand found my rock-hard cock. I am pretty sure that it only took two or three strokes to cum. I was so horny. I had spoken to two very pleasant women, in the matter of a few hours. Admittedly, I had been pretty lonely since my divorce was finalized two years ago. I’d been so married to my job that I had no time to even think about dating.

The next day was much the same. I sat impatiently through the morning session. After lunch, the session got very monotonous. I could only take thirty minutes of pointless jabbering. I decided to skip the rest of the day. Not my normal thing to do, but I had enough sitting. I needed to move. I went back to the hotel.

I was greeted with a very warm hello from the receptionist. She said, “Hello there, 411! I hope you had a relaxing night. That must be some boring conference. You are the second or third person I have seen come back early.”

I admitted, “Some days it just feels too hard to sit inside. Especially since the sun is shining… finally.”

She responded, “I don’t know if you like to run, but there is a beautiful trail just a few blocks from here. It goes through a nice metro park. I’m sure it’s beautiful there today.” The hotel phone rang. “Excuse me. Duty calls.” She waved.

I decided to take her advice. I needed some fresh air and vitamin D. I changed into my shorts, shoes, and T-shirt. I jogged over to the trail. It was a beautiful day. The sun was cascading down through the trees. The sun was warm, but the air was cooler. I could tell autumn was upon us.

I jogged for nearly an hour. I returned to the hotel. I was kind of hoping to talk to the receptionist again, but she was busy. I waved as I walked by.

I went straight to the steam shower. I thought it would be a nice follow up to my jog. The whole pool area was deserted. It was early in the afternoon. So, I turned the steam shower on. I stripped out of my sweaty shirt, socks, and shoes. I jumped into the pool to allow the steam room to get good and steamy. I was just toweling off when the pool door opened. It was my exercise friend from yesterday. She had on nearly the same outfit as yesterday. She smiled as she greeted me.

“I see you couldn’t sit through today’s session either. I don’t know where they get some of these people.”

I laughed, “Yeah. I couldn’t take it. I just had to get outside and jog. I could not resist that sunshine. Now I am going to sweat it out in the steam room.”

She replied, “That’s what I was going to do. The girl at the desk recommended it, but told me to come now, as the ladies’ room is out of order. Do you mind if I join you?”

“Of course not. I don’t know why they are segregated anyhow.”

I grabbed a few towels for the both of us, as we went in. The room was hot and very steamy. I found the bench by feel, as you could not see anything. I placed my towel on the bench and took a seat. She sat several feet away, on the other corner.

After several minutes of idle conversation about the seminar, I heard her shuffling.

She spoke, “So, I noticed that you don’t have a ring on. Am I safe to assume that you are single?”

“I’m divorced. For about two years now. I guess you could say that I am married to my job. I know that isn’t really a good thing.”

She replied, “I suppose you could say the same about me. I have been divorced for about ten years now. My work is my life. My company used to belong to my father in-law. My ex-husband was supposed to take over, but he only wanted to chase after young ladies. That’s why I have it. His daddy gave it to me, after the divorce. He recognized his son was worthless. I can’t say it was a blessing to receive. I’ve had to work endlessly since. These conferences are my only vacations.”

I heard her shuffle around some more. “I hope you don’t mind, but I had to get out of that sports bra. It was too sweaty and too tight.”

I tried straining my eyes through the steam to catch a glimpse… to no avail.

“I guess by your silence, you are either shocked or confused. Maybe you are shy, or I guess you could be trying to look. Well don’t worry, I’m covered with a towel.”

I sheepishly replied, “I will fully admit. It was the latter. Please don’t take offense to my boldness, but you are very attractive.”

She laughed, “You guys are all the same. If there is a half-naked woman near you, you fall in love. That’s exactly how my ex was. Of course, he only liked them young. He would be drooling over the girl at the front desk.”

I replied, “Please know, I am not trying to come on to you. I am just being honest.”

I lay back on my towel. I heard her shuffle some more.

“How are you wearing those shorts? They have to be soaked! That can’t be comfortable.”

“Well, they are awkwardly wet.”

She replied, “You can lose them. We are both adults. I can’t see anything.”

I responded, “That would be more comfortable. If you are sure you don’t mind.”

“Be my guest.”

I slipped my soaked shorts off. I sat back on the towel. This felt great. We drifted off into conversation. We had a lot in common. We both believed in hard work.

After a while, I felt her move right beside me. I felt her bare leg against mine.

She spoke, “Okay. I can’t resist. I have been alone too long. This doesn’t mean anything. My life is too busy to get confused and complicated with a relationship.”

I felt her hand feel for and grab my cock. She leaned over and began to kiss me. Her tongue was eagerly seeking mine. She began to pump my growing cock. She hand soft hands, but a firm grip.

I began to fondle her breasts. They were small. Maybe a B cup, but they were firm. Her nipples were like pencil erasers, and rock hard. She moaned into my mouth. Obviously, they were very sensitive.

Our bodies were wet and slippery from the steam and sweat. I moved from her lips to her neck. My left hand moved down to her slit. She parted her legs to allow me access. She was completely naked and bald. I moved my right arm around her back to gain access to her other tit with my right hand. I moved my face to her left breast. I began to kiss and lick her hard, erect nipple. She let out a moan as my left hand reached her slit. I began to slide my fingers up and down her very moist lips.

She began to moan more rhythmically. She pulled my face to hers. She kissed me with a mad frenzy, like she had never been kissed before. Her tongue was lashing my lips and tongue.

She began to pump my cock faster, harder. I found her clit with my finger. I began to simultaneously work her clit and slit. I plunged two fingers deep into her dripping slit. She squealed into my mouth. I felt her pussy tense and begin to pulse as an orgasm rocked her body. She began to pant and moan into my open mouth. Her tongue eagerly sought mine.

She moved herself on top of me. She grabbed my aching cock and pressed it to her steamy, dripping pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto me… she was tighter than I expected. I aggressively kissed and licked her nipples. They were wet with sweat and steam. They tasted slightly salty.

She began to ride me. Up and down. Back and forth. Her breath quickened, as did her rhythm. My cock was buried deep. I felt her pussy lips against the base of my aching cock. She was so warm and wet.

She began to grind against me. I felt my cock building. She pulled my face to hers. We kissed as she rode me. Back and forth. Up and down. Faster. Back and forth. Back and forth. Up and down. Her tongue slapped mine. She grabbed the back of my head. Back and forth. Back and forth.

I grabbed her ass with both hands. Her ass was small, but firm. She continued to ride me. She would speed up, then slow down. Up and down. Back and forth. Her rhythm was perfect. Her pussy was so hot. I felt myself tense up.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Just… just blow it… blow it in m-me.”

My cock tensed as I shot my hot load into her pussy. She kept pumping every last drop from me. She, at once, grabbed my head to kiss me and began to moan in my mouth. She was trembling. She eased herself to a stop. She was breathing heavily. I could feel her pussy pulse against my cock. She rested her face against my neck. I felt her hot breath on me.

After a few minutes of soft kissing, she moved off of me.

All I could say was, “Wow! That was great! Thank you!”

She laughed, “I need to thank you. That has been too long. I agree… Wow!”

We dressed into our very wet clothes. We exited the room.

She stopped me, “Ummm… would you like to grab a bite to eat? After you shower, of course.”

I smiled. “Definitely.”