Travelling for work is not as glamorous as some people think.

Up at 3:30am Monday mornings to get ready to fly away every week, returning home late Friday night.

Long days at work but trying to be back at the accommodation by no later than 6:00pm for a quick change, run or gym, as it’s midweek; have a quick shower, then hurry downstairs to the restaurant or the nearby eateries to order tea before they stop taking orders or close and then head back to the accommodation's downstairs bar for a couple of drinks before heading upstairs for a sleep.

Midweek was generally quiet with me and maybe a couple or the odd small group of other work travellers in the bar. 

Walking into the bar tonight seemed the same as usual: a couple guys at a table at one end of the room and one person at the bar. I grabbed a drink and got a table on the other side of the room. Sitting by myself again and watching the late news on one of the TVs, I caught movement in the room and noticed a middle-aged woman walk in, place her items at a table, and then go to the bar to get a drink.

As she walked back to her table with her wine, I could not help but notice her gorgeous eyes and smile. She was wearing clothing that was not flattering at all and fully covered her entire body, reminding me of the clothes my elderly schoolteachers wore.

As we both sat alone drinking, I kept looking and catching glimpses of her face and a lovely smile that came every so often while she was reading a book.

Every now and then she would get her phone out and look at the screen, check and fix her hair and look around behind her at the door to the bar.

We both had a few drinks, and she was almost in a timed routine of looking at her watch and then checking her phone. I thought she must have been waiting for someone or was meeting someone and had been stood up.

I started thinking I might go and say hello and see if she wanted company until her friend arrived. Having never done that before, I thought, what if she says no? Will I be embarrassed? What would I say then, or would I just walk off back to my room?

As she walked past me to go to the bar, I thought, 'Yes, do it,' but I froze and never said anything as she walked past me. As she walked back with her wine, I forced myself and stood up as she came close. “Excuse me," I said. "I see you’re waiting for someone. Would you like some company and join me until your friend arrives?"

Phew… got it all out, and she smiled and said, "No thanks," as she started to walk to her table. Oh well, I thought, and before I could think more, she said, "But you can come over and join me.”

“That’d be nice,” I said, and I followed her to her table.

As I sat, we did the introductions and had our drink. I found out she wasn’t meeting anyone; she works with the homeless, and they work in pairs, and her male work partner was called home as there was a family emergency, having to leave by taxi, and her boss told her to wait the night out at the hotel until the work bus could pick her up to return her to the city at the scheduled morning pickup time.

A little small talk followed, and as our drinks were almost done, she asked if I would like to buy her a wine before I offered to take her to my room. Shocked and excited, I thought, did I just hear that, or was that wishful thinking? At the same time, I got up and bought the drinks, sat back down, and we started talking again, albeit both drinking a bit quicker than normal in anticipation of what was to come.

As we both finished our drinks, she smiled and said, "Well, I’m finished," with a cheeky grin, leaned over a little and grabbed my hand.

We looked at each other briefly; I thought, 'Wow, she is serious,' then grabbed her hand, and without speaking we both got up and headed to the elevator.

Once the elevator door closed, she came closer and started passionately kissing, occasionally grabbing my still flaccid cock, which was starting to grow. Once the elevator stopped, she moved back away and grabbed my hand as we walked to the room. As we entered the room, we started kissing passionately again before she pulled back and said, “I’m sorry; I hadn’t expected this to happen. I haven’t had sex for just over two years, and having no reason to shave, I’ve grown my hair down there but haven’t trimmed it recently either, as I had no reason and definitely wasn’t planning anything tonight.”

“Oh okay, I’m fine with that,” I said.

Then she said, "Do you mind if I have a shower before we do anything?"

I told her that was fine; go ahead.

As I watched her undress, I was surprised by the body I saw under that unassuming clothing. Wow, I thought as I watched her shower. I would have joined her, but the shower was a shower over the bath, so I just admired this lady with a wonderful body, full and pointed breasts, toned legs and a bushy pussy.

Soon she was out of the shower, quickly drying herself off, and then came and stood naked in front of me as I was sitting on the end of the bed and said, "Now, where was I?"

She sat on me, straddling my legs, as we started kissing, slowly at first, then more passionately as I gently stroked her neck and down around her breasts, taking care not to touch her nipples yet. She was wriggling around a little on my legs before she repositioned and started grinding her mound on my leg as she removed my shirt. It did not take long for her to start making these cute little sighs and moans that ended up being very familiar by the end of the night.

After a few minutes of her grinding my leg, I moved my hands and then touched her hardened nipples; this sent her into more writhing and faster movement until she sighed again and said that was amazing. As we kissed, I then placed my hands on her inner thighs, slowly running them up and down, going up to the bush but taking care not to touch her pussy yet.

"Just teasing a little," she said with a grin. “I want you to feel how wet I am.”

I just smiled and said, "No rush," and continued caressing her inner thighs up to her bushy pussy as we continued to kiss.

When I slid my hand farther up, I could already feel the hair was wet. As I pushed through to the pussy, I could feel how wet it was. As I pushed through to feel her wet slit and insert one, then two fingers in her vagina, she said, "I told you it’s been a long time. I’m so wet, and it feels fantastic to have someone else’s fingers there instead of mine.”

“Well, enjoy it because I love giving oral, and when I start licking your pussy, you are not doing anything until you are exhausted,” I said. She looked at me with excitement in her voice and told me that no one had given her oral since she was a teenager, and while she liked it, her ex-husband didn't, and since he left over two years ago, it was only her own hand that went down there. 'Wow, what has this lady missed out on?' I thought.

I made her stand and then moved her onto the bed as I moved on top of her. We kissed, and I slowly made my way down to her breasts and back up to her lips, then back down past her breasts. As I did, I moved my leg, and my knee touched the wet, bushy pussy. Almost instantly she started grinding that pussy against my leg as I kissed her and started caressing her breasts.

“I can’t wait anymore; I need you inside me,” she whispered.

“Not yet," I responded as I slowly fondled her breasts and moved slowly down to her dripping pussy. I moved the bush as best I could to reveal one of the bigger clits I had experienced. I started slowly licking around the sides of her lips, occasionally slipping my tongue into her wet, dripping vagina, before flicking and then lightly and slowly sucking on her clit.

“Oh, oh, oh, no, no, no more," she said as she was panting and tensing up while she was moving around the bed. "That was too intense," she said. "I've never experienced that before.”

As I let her regain her composure, we started kissing again, and I lay on top of her. She grabbed my penis and was trying to push it toward her vagina. I repositioned myself and entered her slowly; her pussy was dripping wet as I slipped the entire length of my penis all the way in and stopped as she moaned and said, "Fuck, that feels good. Just leave it there a minute before you start really fucking me.” I waited a little, then started slowly moving the entire length almost all the way out and then back in. "That's..." was all she could get out before she started making a cute little whimpering sound and started manoeuvring under me many times, each time only slightly while I was still slowly pumping away inside her. “God, that is good; that has not happened for ages. I forgot how good it felt," she said as she orgasmed again. “Oh my god," she exclaimed. "Again," she said as she came again.

I kept pumping away, varying the stroke length and speed, and she arched her back again as she started moving beneath me. The next minute I heard, "Oh god, don’t stop, don’t, don't," then silence for a moment. I looked down at her smiling as her whole body relaxed, and she said, “I haven’t had that many orgasms or felt like that even when I was married, but I’m exhausted, and I want you to come, but I want to see it.”

I just smiled and asked if she was sure she was done; she just nodded. I pulled out and lay beside her as she repositioned herself, facing me and straddling my legs, as she slowly started stroking my shaft.

After a few minutes of her using one hand and then both hands, I tensed a little, and she sensed I was about to come as she moved her mouth close to my penis. As I exploded, she watched the first spurt, then took the rest in her mouth, swallowing it all before licking and cleaning me up with her tongue. Rolling over and lying beside me, she confided that was the first time she had ever given head, let alone swallowed. Wow, what a sheltered sex life this amazing lady had had.

After a little chit-chat, lying together on the bed, she said she would go back downstairs until she was to be picked up at 5:00. I offered that, given it was only a few hours away, she could shower and crash here until then.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like that," she replied. We both showered and got into bed, as I had to be up at four o'clock.

We crashed on the bed cuddling; the next minute the alarm went off at 4am. I got up and had a shower; as I was making coffee, she got up, smiled, looked at the time, and jumped in the shower. I offered to make a coffee while she was showering, which she accepted.

As she came out of the shower, she was fully dressed again in that unflattering full covered clothing that hid that amazing body. I was sitting on the end of the bed dressed and about to put my socks on.

The next minute she sat on me, straddling my legs. She started slowly kissing me before it became more passionate and increased in intensity. I touched her nipple with one hand, and it was already erect as I slipped my other hand slowly up her thigh. The kissing embrace did not miss a beat as my hand moved farther and brushed her already wet panties. As I moved them aside and touched her dripping-wet pussy with my finger, I slipped one, then the second one straight in. She started thrusting her pelvis toward me as she fucked my fingers.

As we were both still fully clothed and I could feel the juices running on the inside of her thigh and dripping on my bare foot, she bit my ear and then whispered, "Can we go again before I leave? Will it make you late?"

“We can," I said as I smiled at her. "No, it won’t matter to me; I don’t clock on.” I started slowly kissing her again.

She moved from the embrace and started undoing my zip, then struggled to pull my already erect penis from my jeans. As she did, she repositioned herself and moved my fingers out to pull her panties aside and slowly sat on my penis. Once fully inside, she just sat, moving back and forth slowly with my full length inside her as she started slowly kissing me again.

As I sat there on the end of the bed, she started thrusting her pelvis toward me, just thrusting and grinding forward and back, not up or down, taking the entire length with every movement. I could feel more of her juices as the familiar sounds of last night and earlier this morning increased. As her movements became faster, I could feel her body tense and then relax as I felt more juices running down my thigh.

“That’s good," she said as she slowed, and I asked her what she would like me to do.

"Nothing...I've already cum twice; just sit there for me to be ready to go again, and then I want you to cum inside me," she said.

Looking at her with a big smile, all I could say was, "Okay."

She started kissing slowly while embracing my neck and slowly rocking back and forth, grinding against me with my full length inside her. I started playing with her erect nipples again as she started increasing the passion of her kisses. As she was still slowly thrusting her pelvis and grinding our bits together, she whispered, “I’m cumming again; I want you to cum inside me now.”

“Don’t you dare stop then," I replied.

I could feel the tensing, heard the little sighs, and felt her body relax as she momentarily stopped grinding and thrusting before she restarted at a much faster pace before saying, "You better hurry up and cum; I want to feel it inside me... I’m not sure how much longer I can keep going.”

I smiled again, and it must have been only moments later that I ejaculated inside her.

Almost instinctively as soon as I’d finished cumming, she stood up, fixed her panties up and told me, “Hey, I’ve had an awesome and unexpected time and experienced a lot of things I’ve never had before. I hope you're here next month when I’m back in this area.” With that, she moved forward, kissed me again, and told me she had a lovely time but had to leave. As she walked out the door, I was still sitting on the end of the bed, pants down around my ankles, with our combined juices on my penis and running down my leg.

Wow, what a night and early morning experience, and it was just going on 5am. I watched as she walked out the door, blew me a kiss, and then looked at how my penis was still glistening with the combined juices, and I thought, 'Fuck it', as I pulled my pants up, put my socks and boots on, and went to work.

Many times, at work that day, I thought about whether anyone else could smell the sex or guess what had happened as I kept smiling to myself as I recalled many moments from that experience. Now I look forward and hope to see her for a follow-up experience next month.