It had been a long Monday, starting with her alarm clock rudely dragging her away from a steamy hot erotic dream at 5 a.m….. and at just the wrong moment. Damn it. And as much as she would have loved to have drifted back to sleep in the hopes of seeing just how this dream might end that was not an option.
Not today. An early morning flight awaited her, followed by a day of sales presentations. She looked forward to the challenge of a new day…. a new client… a new group of men for her to persuade to do her bidding. Unlike the men though who she might persuade to stroke their cocks in her hotel room for her amusement, these men will instead be stroking checks…. signing contracts…. agreeing to her terms.
God how she loved sales….. the perfect marriage of her technical brilliance and her skills of seduction.
And it wasn’t as if she slept with clients to gain their business. That was never necessary. Her ways were more subliminal… more subtle… yet every bit as effective.
That’s not to say that her business travels were without their share of mischief. Far from it. It’s just that her pleasure would come later….. perhaps a random, nameless man from the hotel bar… a man who she would put her imprint on in a way that he would never, ever forget.
Tonight she’d had to endure a client dinner after her day of presentations so it was after 9:00 by the time she returned to her hotel. She pondered calling it a night, but the day had been so successful…. and that damned unfinished dream had been playing through her mind off and on all day.
Perhaps she should stop by the hotel bar? Just in case?
Her eyes subtly scanned the bar as she entered, sensing that familiar sensation of hungry male eyes immediately undressing her. Though she may have been a bit older than many present, she was every bit as alluring. And without a doubt, once she had a man in her room, she could give him a night to remember that younger women could not begin to imagine.
She carried herself with confidence and grace, returning the smiles of men who clearly were already forming their strategy in their mind of how to approach her. Tonight though she was interested in something else. Not the typical bravado of the road warrior who’d experienced countless encounters while doing ‘company business’.
And then, he caught her eye. Sitting alone at a small table. Close enough to the bustle of the crowd as to not be overlooked, but far enough away to not be in the middle of it. As if he wanted to be part of the dance, but was still unsure and tentative as to how to insert himself in to the flow.
She saw him briefly make eye contact with her, offer a quick smile, but then avert his eyes as if perhaps he’d done something wrong.
Wasting no time she made her way directly to his table. “I’m sorry, but all the seats at the bar seem to be taken,” she said as she gazed down at him. Glancing around the bar she added, “… and you seem to have found the perfect spot. Would you mind terribly if I joined you?”
She found the look of surprise in his eyes to be rather adorable. Clearly the last thing this gentleman expected was for a woman to approach him. Of course he quickly agreed… and her dance of seduction began.
It took her no time at all to deduce that this man was far from a road warrior which worked to her advantage, making it easy for her to steer the conversation how she wanted… drawing from him the information she wanted to know.
Married. Kids. Rarely out of the office. The sort of man who had that awkward, uncomfortable, married man sort of look about him simply from being in the presence of a woman like her in a hotel bar.
In other words, the sort of man who made her moist just to think about luring up to her room to have her way with.
It was obvious that he was spellbound by her… looking at her in that way that men do when they’re barely able to believe their good fortune to be sitting with a woman like her. Still, everything about his body language, his voice, his mannerisms made it clear he was all but clueless as to what the next step was in a situation like this when on the road.
It was time………….
Reaching over, she began to softly…. sensually…. teasingly…. trace her fingertips over his. She looked in to his eyes and spoke in a soft, sultry voice.
“Sweetie…. let me make this easy for you. You don’t have to ask the question… you don’t have to say a word…. but, you should know…. I have every intention of taking you up to my room with me….. and I have every intention of doing all sorts of wicked things to you…..”
His face flushed crimson, his heart began pounding frantically, his mouth falling open as he was unable to breathe. Smirking slightly she murmured, “Shhh, don’t talk….. just nod your head….. would you like that, baby?”
The hotel bar now seemed to be spinning wildly to him, but after swallowing hard and remembering to take a breath he managed to nod his acknowledgement.
Now her eyes were bright, revealing the lust now building within her, her voice now all but dripping with sex.
“… you’ll be mine sweetheart… mine to do with as I please…. to use as I please…. ” She smiled wickedly as a quiet, involuntary whimper escaped him, her fingertips still softly tracing.
God, how was she doing this?? It was as if each soft caress of her fingers against his was now being felt in his cock, causing it to begin stiffening…. straining…. throbbing….
“….. mmm, and you’ll confess everything to me…. all of your secrets…. all of your lusts…. and the ones that you protect from your wife?… you won’t be able to protect from me….”
Oh christ, he was getting so hard… his body feeling feverish… he needed her to stop talking… to stop touching him….
Her breasts were heaving, her pussy moistening as she watched this poor man struggling. Still, she couldn’t stop. Not yet. This was way too hot…. way too much fun.
“…. oh honey, the things I’m going to do with you…. things that you won’t be able to stop…. things that will make…. you…. beg…..”
Oh jesus, how could his cock be so hard without being touched?! It was like her voice… her words… her caresses were wrapping around his shaft and working him toward the edge…
She chuckled at the look on his face, teasing, “… what’s that matter, baby?…. is your cock getting hard?…. hmm?….. would you like to be my fucktoy for the night?….”
He was melting down right before her eyes, barely able to think. Red faced and breathing heavily he managed to nod his head.
“You’ll do exactly as I say….. and the first time you don’t, you’ll leave…. you understand that, don’t you baby?” It wasn’t as much a question as it was a statement of fact.
Again he nodded, his hand now visibly trembling beneath hers. Grinning, she purred, “Mmm, good boy….,” then glancing toward their server smiled and said, “Check please?”
She smiled to herself with anticipation. Finally, she was now going to be able to create her own ending to the dream her alarm had disrupted when her day began.