I really like to travel but not so much for business. Sure, I'm paid to go to great places sometimes, but a lot of the time; I don't see much while I am there. The conferences and meetings have a tendency to bore me to tears. I try to cut out as quickly as possible so at least I can enjoy the city a bit, but whoever scheduled this conference was wise to most of our plans to skip sessions. Maybe, it was because this was the first time one these was held in Toronto or maybe they were afraid no one would brave the weather to come to another one here. One meeting after another after speaker, after forum from 10am until 6pm. I might as well of stayed home and went to work. Itβs not as bad as it sounds, the hotel is quite nice and the kitchen makes fabulous chocolate cake.
After the last meeting of the evening, I hurried to the elevator as quick as I could. I wanted to try to see a little of the city tonight. Well at least a little of its nightlife anyway. I got to my room and changed. I slipped into my favorite black satin dress. It was short and hugged every inch of my curves perfectly. It's the kind of dress that a bra and panties are an absolute faux pas. It looks tacky with underwear lines. I slipped into some silk thigh highs and favorite black satin heels. I grabbed my black satin bag, tossed my cards, my key & lipstick in it and I was out the door. I hit the elevator and was out of the hotel and in a car before I could say to the driver, "do you know any good dance clubs in Toronto?"
He took me to a club called the Berlin. He pulled up and told me to have the doorman page the service when I wanted to return. The doorman opened the door and said good evening welcome to Berlin. I walked into the club. The music was pretty good. I couldn't complain. I took a look around and headed towards the bar. I started to get the feeling this was going to be an early night. Lots of men and a few women. I was really looking for a little female companionship tonight.
I made it to bar and ordered a Long Island. A girl I knew during college got me into drinking those. I looked around at the people dancing. A tall fairly well dressed man walked up next to me an ordered a gin and tonic. He looked me up and down, then smiled. I smiled back hoping heβd loose interest. I gazed off at sexy brunette dancing off in the distance. He noticed my drink was almost empty. He said, I know this is going to sound like a line, but can I buy you a drink." I laughed and said sure. I ordered another. I talked to him for a few songs. I learned all I needed to know by the time I finished by drink. He had a tan line on his ring finger, but no ring. It's not that I have a problem with cheaters. I have been known to stray every now and then, but come on, I usually tell the person before that I'm involved and this won't get serious.
Most women don't have a problem, but most men do. Which is odd you would think it would be the other way around. I caught the doorman and asked him to call the service for me. I watched two sexy blondes rubbing up against each other on the dance floor while I waited for my car. I felt myself getting wet. I could almost smell their heat. The doorman touch my arm and I jumped.
I got back to the hotel a little disappointed. I got to the elevator and stepped on the car. The elevator went one floor up and stopped, a gentleman got on. Very well dressed. He smelled remarkable. He smiled at me as he stepped on to the car and said good evening." I smiled hello. He walked to the back of the elevator and was standing slightly behind me. I heard him gasp a little. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed he was eyeing my thighs. I asked him if he was with the conference, he said no. He was here from Montreal and in town for a for a finance meeting. He had a thick French accent. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine directly to my clit. I've always had thing for foreign men. I know it's cliche, but at least the evening might not be a total loss after all. He asked if I was here for the conference. I told him no. I was in town for a meeting as well. He smiled and asked where I was from I told him Chicago.
Just before my floor I began searching for my key and I made sure I dropped my lipstick from my purse. He quickly bent over and picked it up. I knew he could smell my thick musk. He looked up at me and smiled. He stood up and held it out. I smiled. I removed it from his hand. I made sure my fingers grazed his palm and lingered. The doors opened and I walked out towards my room. I noticed he followed. I was getting wetter with every step.
I reached my door and I felt his warm breath on my neck. I let go a sigh of pleasure. I slipped the key in the door and stepped inside. He followed and closed the door. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed me against the wall. His kiss was firm and passionate. I could feel my nipples harden as he sent tingles all over my body. I pressed into him. I could feel his hardening cock press back on my thigh. My hands travel down his chest to his belt. I began unbuttoning his pants, as he kissed down my neck. I moaned as his lips traveled. His hands caressed my body. I felt his fingertips on the back my thighs.