There is no doubt about it. Business travel SUCKS. There is nothing worse than being across the country from your house and friends, and not being able to talk to them because by the time you get out of work, they are all asleep. The only bonus is expensing drinks.
As I sip my third martini, I sink lower into the outdoor hot tub. It's a beautiful night, not too cool, and the drinks have relaxed me slightly. I close my eyes and lean my head against the edge of the tub, thinking about you. That Tim McGraw song in the car, talking to you an hour ago ... the effect you have on me, even from 3000 miles away, always astounds me.
It's been a few weeks since I've seen you. As the memories fill my mind again, I sip the martini and my free hand slides between my legs, rubbing my clit through my bikini bottom. You had on jeans, not tight ones, but tighter than your usual khakis, and they made your ass look great. Your blue T-shirt was fitted enough to show off your muscular chest and arms. Damn you looked hot. My desire to see you naked burned even more that day. It was so hard to keep my hands off you when I was in your office later, especially once you started touching me. You slid a finger inside me, commenting again on how wet I was. You kept teasing me, pumping your finger in and out of me, sliding a second finger inside me, rubbing my clit between your thumb and finger, giving me that look, winking occasionally. It was so difficult not to crawl on your lap and kiss you and touch you.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but you're not supposed to have alcohol in the hot tub." My eyes fly open and I nearly drop my martini. You stand there, grinning down at me, wearing swim trunks and carrying a towel and a beer. I stare up at you, my mouth open. A million thoughts again run through my mind. I try to speak but nothing comes out. I down the rest of my martini in one gulp and shakily put the glass on the side of the hot tub.
"Hi," I croak. So much for my razor-sharp wit.
You grin. "Mind if I join you?" I nod, still not trusting myself to talk. You step into the hot tub and sit next to me. You put the beer on the side of the hot tub and slide your arm around me. I turn to you. I open my mouth to say something again, and you cover my mouth with yours, slipping your tongue between my lips. I wrap my arms around you, kissing you deeply, pulling you closer, running my hands through your hair. You run your hands up and down my back, pulling me closer to you too. Our tongues intertwine, and you draw my tongue into your mouth, sucking deeply.
Several minutes later, when we break the kiss, I look up at you and smile. "Hey good looking," I breathe. You laugh and pull me into your lap. "What are you doing here?"
"You know my boss. Random trips at the last minute. Have a meeting tomorrow. And since this is really the only nice hotel in the area ..." you grin. "Did you miss me?"
"About as much as you missed me," I respond.
You grin. "Good," you say and guide my hand into your lap to feel your hard cock. I turn and straddle you, kissing you again, kissing your neck, your jaw, your ear, pressing myself down on your lap. You growl, sliding your hands down my back, down the back of my bathing suit bottom, cupping my ass. I groan in your ear as you slide a finger inside me from behind.
"You are so wet," you tell me.
I grin wickedly. "Well, I *am* in a hot tub, you know." I close my eyes and groan again as you thrust your finger further inside of me and add a second.
Your mouth covers my ear. "That's not what I meant, woman." You catch my earlobe in your teeth and pull.
"Mmmm. I know. I've just ... been thinking about you, remembering, and imagining," I tell you as I slide my hand down the front of your swim suit and stroke your cock. Now it's your turn to groan. I kiss you again, my tongue exploring your mouth. You thrust your fingers further inside me, rubbing your thumb against my clit, and bring your other hand up to pinch my nipple through the thin wet fabric of my bikini. I slide my other hand inside your suit, both hands stroking the sides of your cock. You push the strip of fabric out of the way, momentarily exposing my nipple to the cool night air before your lips cover it, sucking hard. I moan, my tongue teasing your ear, and thrust my pussy further down on your fingers.
My hands on your face pull you up to me. "Wait." You look at me questioningly, a flicker of fear in your wide green eyes, breathing heavily. "Not out here." You look around and nod. We ARE in a courtyard, after all, and who knows if anyone else from our office is staying here.
I slide off your lap and rearrange my suit. You climb out of the hot tub and grab your beer. You turn to help me out. I grab my empty martini glass and grasp your hand. We wrap towels around ourselves and head into the hotel. We step into the elevator, which is empty, and you back me against the wall, kissing me again. You lift me up and I wrap my legs around you. "I want to fuck you," you growl, one hand groping under my towel.