Velvet Signal

I glance down at my drink thinking that this was a stupid idea. I'll probably just have a couple of drinks, play on my phone for a while, and go home. This was a silly fantasy and I know deep down I probably wouldn't go through with it, anyway. Still, the prospect was exciting and my husband had told me this hotel had a lot of business travelers. So, here I am. I gave it a shot. I've been here 30 minutes and this hotel bar is nearly empty.

I take a quick look at a Facebook update and then glance up from my phone to notice a gentleman taking a seat down the bar. He glances in my direction and we make eye contact for a moment. I nervously break eye contact and return to my drink. Was he interested? Did he really notice me? My head is spinning.

I take a deep breath and look back over in his direction. He's cute. Dark hair, glasses, beard. Average build. Probably a little taller than me, but hard to tell when he's sitting down. He is wearing a sharp charcoal grey suit and appears to have a wedding band. I instinctively touch my own wedding ring, remembering that my husband's one condition when I did this was that I wear my wedding ring.

He looks a little tired from his day, but strong. I'm guessing he is an executive, probably visiting on business? Who knows? I haven't noticed him glancing at me again, so he probably isn't interested. I return my eyes to my phone, deciding I will stick around for another 30 minutes before going home. At least I can get my parking validated.

"Ma'am, this is from the gentleman down the bar," the bartender says with a sly grin as he pushes another drink across the bar to me.

"W-who?" I stammer. He points down the bar at the guy who just walked in and sat down. I look over at him as I take the drink and smile as confidently as I can. He smiles back and tips his head towards me before he takes a drink. I can tell he's trying to be cool, but is actually probably as nervous as I am.

When I smile at him, he takes it as a cue and walks down towards me. When only a couple of steps away, hee extends his hand to me. "Hi, I'm Jim..." I look up into his brown eyes and he definitely is nervous. Maybe this isn't a typical thing for him? This would probably work better with a male whore. I almost crack up laughing at that thought as I extend my hand.

"I'm Julie." I place my hand in his.

He grasps my hand in his firmly, but not tightly. He holds it long enough and makes eye contact in a way that shows more than casual interest. "Mind if I take a seat, Julie?"

I nod my hand and take a nervous sip of my drink. I can feel my heart pounding in my head as I look at this guy...really look at him wondering if I can bring myself to fuck him.

We strike up a quick conversation about our respective jobs and what he is doing in town. He seems nervous, almost a bit shy. In spite of the nervousness, he seeks out eye contact. Something about the way he initiates eye contact assertively, but not rudely heightens my interest. He is confident and successful, but not obnoxious about it. Our conversation stays friendly but neither of us pry too much. He doesn't seem at all interested in talking about his wife or my husband and I don't mind a bit. As we talk, I find myself leaning in closer to him. The bar has filled up a bit since he first sat down and it helps to hear him. Plus, I have a warm feeling inside and it feels nice to be closer to him.

He is turned towards me and our knees have been touching a while. I can tell he's interested by how he looks at me. I can catch his eyes every so often gazing at the cleavage of my dress. It wasn't until he makes a move and puts a hand on my lower back that I know it is time to act.

With unaccustomed boldness, I put my hand on his forearm and grab it. I lean into his ear and say just above a whisper, "I'm ready to go. If you take me upstairs now, I'm yours..."

As I say the last word, I mean back in my chair and try to smile a sexy smile. I'm panicked and almost dizzy as I realize the weight of what I've done.

He simply looks at me...wordlessly nods his head and calls the bartender over. He doesn't ask, but simply pays both our checks. I'm so nervous I don't even bother to pay myself. I look down at my phone and send a simple text to my husband. "Found someone. Will be home late." Then turn my phone on SILENT.

By the time I send the text, Jim has paid the tab and is returning his wallet to his back pocket. He stands up and offers his hand to help me up. Nice to know he is a gentleman in public. Part of me hopes he isn't so polite behind closed doors. What will he feel like? What will his dick be like? My mind spins as his hand slides to my lower back and walks me towards the elevator.

Thankfully, an elevator arrives within less than a minute and we are able to board it alone. He walks me in and presses "11." The doors shut behind us and he immediately grabs my hips and presses me against the wall. I let out an audible gasp in surprise. I brace myself for the first kiss. He leans in and stops...looking into my eyes, making me weight. I look up at him, biting my lower lip, pleading to be kissed and he grins playfully. I get impatient and grab his tie, pulling him towards me.

He laughs and growls as his body presses into me. His lips find mine in a long lingering kiss. I part my lips a bit, but teasingly he doesn't offer his tongue in response. The gentle restraint of the kiss simply frustrates me making me want more.

Before I can get more, the elevator bell rings indicating we've reached the 11th floor. Jim releases me and I almost collapse into a pile on the floor.

I take a deep breath, a little dizzy with arousal and frustration as he grabs my arm, guiding me out of the elevator. He walks me the 20 feet down the hall with his arm wrapped possessively around my waist.

We reach the room and he unlocks the door. I could swear his hand is shaking with a bit of nervousness. It worries me and arouses me at the same time. I don't want him to be nervous. I want him to take control. Still, it is endearing as maybe this isn't just another fuck for him. Ugh, why do I even care? My pussy throbs with excitement begging to be filled.

Any worries I may have had about him being nervous disappear violently as he grasps my hips and roughly pins me to the wall with a loud "thud" even before the door falls shut. Any restraint he showed in the elevator is gone as his lips find mine in a deep, carnal kiss. Before I even know what is happening his hands wander up my sheer black and white dress, over my breasts to grasp my arms and pin them to the wall above my head. Any hesitation I had about what was about to happen is gone as he has pushed me past the point of no return.

We kiss long and deep and his hips push fiercely into mine. The thin fabric of his dress pants don't do much to hide the erection beneath. He briefly releases my hands to slip out of his suit jacket, dropping it to the floor. His strong hands grasp my ass and lift me off the floor, wrapping my thighs around his waist. He returns to pinning my hands above my head. His tongue grinds roughly with mine and I can't help moaning against his lips. With my thighs wrapped around his waist, my dress rides up and my pussy, throbbing beneath the panties, presses right down on his engorged member.

He breaks the kiss and drops his lips to my neck, kissing and nibbling. I gasp to catch my breath, feeling any control I have rapidly evaporating. His mouth returns to mine and I bite his upper lip. He growls fiercely and pulls me away from the wall, carrying me to bed. He throws me into the bed and I grab his tie...pulling him down onto me.

We continue to kiss wildly as I unbutton his shirt. It slips off as his lips return to my neck. I feel his strong hands knead my breasts through the breast and I pant even louder, the throbbing getting to be too much to ignore. I can't stand it any longer and unbuckle his belt, proceeding to unzip his pants. He bites my neck hard eliciting a loud "Ow!" from me. I know I should tell him to not leave.arms but I'm too aroused to care. I put my hands on his hips pushing his pants and boxer briefs down to his hips. His erect member pops out and I grasp it greedily. I stroke him and feel the wetness of precum on the tip. His cock his broad and I can tell it will be a tight fit. I tease him, spreading the precum across the tip with my finger as he kisses me, sucking my tongue.

Without warning he shoves my hand away from his dick. His strong hands grasp my hips and roughly turn me into my stomach. I'm shocked and initially open my mouth to protest but nothing comes out. His hands are already beneath the skirt of my dress tugging my panties off. The cool air of the room hits my wet cunt and all I can do is gasp at the sensation and the realization I'm going to be fucked by a total stranger in his hotel room.

I purr when I feel one of his hands slide between my thighs, patting them. His left hand grabs a handful of my hair. Fuck! How does he know what to do to me? The right hand between my legs begins to stroke my pussy lips. I gasp loudly and he jerks my head back by the hair. At first he slides one...then soon two fingers inside my sopping cunt. He roughly fingers my pussy...almost bending his fingers inside me...in an effort to find my g spot. My pussy gets even wetter but I'm moaning too loud to feel embarrassed by it.

I gasp and angrily look over my shoulder at him when his fingers pull out with no warning. I bite my lip and make wordless eye contact with him just before he pushes the wet tip of his middle finger into my asshole.

"Fuck!!" Is all I can manage to get out as one hand fingers my ass hole and the other keeps a tight grip on my hair. I can feel his erect cock bobbing against the back of my right thigh and his lips on my upper back, but all of my mind is focused on the intense feeling of his finger inside me.

I bear down on his finger and feel myself getting close to orgasm when he pulls his finger out of me.

"Fuck you!" I growl as he pulls out.

I can almost see him grin as I turn to look at him again. He doesn't let me. His hand in my hair forces my face to the mattress and his right hand pulls my hips and ass into the air. I gasp, aroused and a little offended of the rough treatment. Before I can respond, I feel it. The engorged head pushing against my tight little hole. I take a deep breath, preparing for him to finally fuck me, but he stops short. He works just the head in and out of my sopping cunt. My hands grasp at the bed spread and I gasp in frustration.

"Put it in me!" I manage to hiss between pants.

"Is this what you want?" He responds teasingly.

"I said you could have me. Take my c-" is as far as I get. I hear him take a long deep breath as he plunges his broad, hard dick into me. I scream into the bed as I stretch to take him in at once. He isn't gentle and I feel a mix of pleasure and pain. I take a deep breath and panic as I realize I forgot to tell him to put a condom on. I'm about to say something when he pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into me. I close my eyes and moan into the bedspread. All I can think about now is fucking him and getting to cum all over his dick.

He picks up the pace, me deep and hard. Every so often he pulls almost all the way out, takes a deep breath...pulls my head back to kiss my neck...I moan at the brief moment of tenderness before he forced me back down, fucking me again. I can hear his breath getting raspy and feel myself getting closer to orgasm. He stops...lifts my ass higher in the area and starts fucking harder...mmmm...and the head of his dick hits just the right spot...

"I'm going to cummmm..." is all I can say and it hits me. Every part of my body tingles and my breath escapes me. My body pulses and I explode in an uncontrollable orgasm. The feeling of me orgasming must have been too much to handle as I hear him gasp aloud and throb. I can feel him jerking inside me...his warm cum mixing with mine.

I'm overwhelmed and unsure how long my orgasm lasts before I collapse in exhaustion. He falls into me and then beside me. His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me close...my bare back against his chest. The tenderness is a welcome departure from the previous roughness. I sigh and almost feel myself drifting off. I feel the wetness of my cum mixed with his.

"Uhm...I hope you don't get the wrong idea. This isn't typical for me..." he says almost laughing. I'm not sure if he is lying or not, but don't really care. I just want him to recover so we can fuck again. I cut him off with a tender kiss and settle into his arms.