„Hey man, I gotta call it a night. Jet lag is killing me!“

„No worries. You can head up to the room, I’ll take care of the check.“

„Thanks, my friend. See you tomorrow, bright and early. Breakfast at 7?“

„Sure, good night!“

„Good night, my friend“

I absentmindedly watched Sven, my colleague from Germany, make his way through the restaurant towards the elevator. There were still a few tables occupied with the usual conference types, but the crowd was thinning.

The waiter came by: „Anything else for you, Sir?“

„No, just the check, please. I‘ll charge it to my room.“

„Of course, Sir. Coming right up.“

„My check, too, please!“

I turned my head. The words came from a women sitting one table over. Her voice had a slight, but noticeable British accent. Her skin had a light caramel color, I guessed she might have Indian or Pakistani ancestry. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves. It framed a tender, beautiful face with large, dark eyes. She didn’t seem to wear much, if any makeup. Her skin was flawless.

I had noticed her out of the corner of my eye when she had sat down at the table earlier that evening. She had some kind of salad to eat, while Sven and I were catching up on the latest developments in our company and around the market.

Now as we were both waiting for our check to arrive, I turned to her in effort to fill the silence with a bit of small talk.

„Are you here for the conference?“

„Yes.“ She chuckled. „I am giving a talk tomorrow.“

„Oh wow. That’s cool! What will you talk about?“

She smiled at me, revealing two rows of perfect teeth. „Well, if I told you that, then you wouldn’t need to come tomorrow. It’s one of the key notes“

She had to be pretty high profile. They didn’t just let anybody on that stage. I made a mental note to check out the agenda for tomorrow to find out more.

We continued a our lighthearted conversation until the waiter arrived. She oozed confidence and success. Her hands were perfectly manicured, her jewelry and clothes were of a modern (and probably very expensive) elegance. At the same time, she had a warm, silky-smooth voice and a quick laugh that would put anyone at ease and enveloped me like a gentle, warm breeze.

When she signed her check, she suddenly looked straight at me. Her look had changed. Gone was the cheeky twinkle. It was replaced with a smoldering determination.

„Here‘s what I am going to do.“ Her silky voice now was almost commanding. „I am going to go up to my room and take a shower. I want you to get a bottle of champagne and two glasses and follow me in about 10 minutes. My room number is 2820.“

And without another word, she got up and went the same way Sven had gone not even 15 minutes ago.

My stare followed her. My jaw had dropped to the floor. What the fuck had just happened?

I got up with wobbly knees and walked over to the bar. My head was spinning as I ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon in a cooler and two glasses. My thoughts raced. Was this really happening? Was she a hooker and the whole story about the keynote was BS? But wouldn’t she then have proposed to go to my room? What was happening?

I made my way to the elevator. The 28th floor was the top floor of the hotel. Probably the nicer rooms.

I got out of the elevator and found her room. I checked my watch. Stupid, I hadn’t even looked at it when she had left. Were the 10 minutes already over?

I knocked on the door.

Moments later, she opened the door. She was wearing a bathrobe and had put up her hair in a sort of towel turban.

She walked ahead of me into the room, or rather, the very large suite.

“Make yourself comfortable and pour us a glass.” She receded to the bathroom, while I walked over to the couch in the suite’s living room. I felt excited, nervous and curious, all at the same time.

I started to open the bottle, and when the cork popped, she re-emerged from the bathroom. She had let her hair down and her dark hair flowed around her face and over her shoulders. She walked with a catlike grace, probably stemming from many years of ballet practice.

She graciously took the glass I had poured. Her fingers touched my hand and send tiny shockwaves to my brain.

“Thank you”, she purred. She looked at me with a curious, unwavering look, as if she was trying to read my thoughts. Without breaking eye contact, she softly clinked her glass against mine and raised it to her lips. She drank a sip and released a sigh of relaxation. “Ah, this is perfect”

She walked past me towards the sofa, her fingers tracing over my stomach while she looked coyly back over her shoulder. She sat down.

Her voice was like smooth silk. “Why don’t you help me relax even more”, sliding her leg out of her bathrobe. Her entire leg was exposed, with the robe now only covering her other leg and her pubic area.

“Get to work.” Her command felt like a smoldering volcano, about to erupt. Calm on the surface, but with fire just beneath it.

I smiled. My nervousness dissipated. I was in the game now. This part, I knew how to do.

I obliged, at least almost. Instead of diving straight into pleasuring her with my tongue, I picked up the foot of her naked leg and started gently rubbing it. A deep, satisfied moan escaped from her mouth. She relaxed deeper into the couch.

My hands were getting to work, massaging her foot and slowly working their way up her leg on her perfect, silky smooth skin.

As my fingers started to caress the back of her knee and her inner thigh, she started to rock and writhe her hips. Clearly she was enjoying it.

But rather than taking the bait and going for her pussy, I retreated and turned my attention to her other leg, again starting at her foot. I wanted to make her beg for more. By the time I made my way up to her inner thigh, just barely away from her lips, her breathing was starting to get heavy and her hips were rocking in anticipation of more. She was ready.

Her bathrobe had slid completely open, revealing a well-toned body, and small, apple-sized breasts with dark nipples that were now very hard. Her skin glowed in the dimmed light.

I leaned forward, my hands skipping over her perfectly trimmed pubes and starting to caress her flat belly and hips. My face hovered over her pussy, and I was sure she could feel my warm breath on it. Her anticipation reached its climax. She gripped my head and shoved my head onto her vagina. This is what I had been waiting for.

I started to gently lick her lips and her clitoris. I did not yet know her body and it’s reactions so I experimented with different rhythms, intensities and places. Whenever I felt her grip on my head tighten and her moans become more intense I kept doing more of that.

Her moans started my own excitement. I felt my cock harden in my pants. But right now, I was focused on her.

Her hips were now bucking wildly, her moans had turned into little yelps, and she was leaning forward, burying her fingers in my hair and gripping my head. I felt that she was very close to orgasm.

Then, suddenly, she yanked my head back. Breathing heavily, she muttered: “no, not yet. Now it’s my turn.”

With that, she pulled me up and made me sit on the couch. She climbed on top of me, straddling me with her legs. She was completely naked, and I was still fully dressed. She pulled on my collar and started to greedily kiss me on the mouth and neck. Our tongues touched and the electricity travelled down my spine and into my now very hard cock. I gently but firmly put my hand onto the back of her neck and buried my fingers in her luscious hair, pulling her toward me and returning her kisses. Her fingers were hastily unbuttoning my shirt and her hands traveled under it and onto my chest, with her fingers gently squeezing my nipple. Now it was my turn to buck and gasp.

Once my shirt was undone, her lips traveled over my chest and nipples and my stomach as she slid down. She started unbuckling my belt and opened my pants. She pulled my pants and boxer briefs down, finally letting my cock spring free. when it emerged from its confinement, she grabbed it with one hand at the base and looked at it with an almost amused smile. My manhood was fully erect, with its tip bursting through the foreskin. She gently pulled down the skin completely, and with a coy smile leaned over it. “My turn”, she said, as her tongue started caressing the head and her lips closed around it. It was heaven. I let out a deep moan and leaned back on the couch. I resisted the urge to put my hands on her head, not sure about whether she would be into that. Instead I buried my fingers in the pillows of the couch and enjoyed the perfect blowjob.

As she was sucking me off, my cock got even harder, and I started to approach my climax. But before it got too far, she stopped and climbed back on top of me. Her pussy was now hovering right above my cock. My head started to push against the warm wetness of her pussy. But before we could go any further, she climbed off me, reached into the pocket of the bathroom that was strewn on the floor. Her hand re-emerged with a condom which she quickly ripped open and rolled over hard dick. Then she straddle me again and asked: “now, where were we?” and with that, she lowered her perfect pussy onto my throbbing cock.

With the first push, she lowered herself all the way onto it, until my balls could feel her dripping wetness. She then started to move up-and-down, initially with long and slow strokes, but increasingly bouncing faster and harder on my lap. Our hands and lips were all over each other as we greedily fucked and hungrily devoured each other in the search of those spots that would push the excitement and passion even further. At one point, I would have my hands on her perfectly around butt cheeks, spreading her even further and lifting her up. When I put my hands on her hips to push her down on my shaft, she purred , “I want you to hold me just like that but fuck me hard from behind!” Then she got up, and kneeled on the couch, her butt in the air and her elbows resting on the back of the sofa. I got up as well, put my hands on her hips and pushed my cock deep into her pussy. She gasped with pleasure as I fucked her with long, determined strokes. I felt my balls slapping against her clitoris.

She now was hoarsely whispering: yes Yes Yes Oh my God keep going. Keep going keep going I’m gonna come. …

And then she uttered a guttural moan which was joined by my equally primal noise as our simultaneous orgasms shook our bodies. I pushed into her with a big final thrust, cum erupting from my cock. We collapsed onto the sofa, laying next to each other, panting and breathing heavily. Our skin was covered in sweat as we lay motionless in the afterglow of our powerful orgasm.

After a few moments, she got up, put on her robe and tossed me a second one. With wobbly knees we headed out onto the rooftop terrace attached to her room. Without saying a word, we let the cool nighttime air wash over us, as we drank a glass of champagne and looked over the lights of the city skyline.

After a few minutes we headed back inside. Heading into the bathroom, she looked back once more and said: “Make sure you close the door properly on your way out.”