The woman at the hotel bar was wearing a red evening dress that showed her back and clung to her breasts. Red lips contrasted with white teeth, and dark brown eyes which sat under thin, expressive eyebrows matched her long, curled hair. She sat alone and sipped a martini.
When Brandon first saw her he was sure she wasn't by herself; perhaps her partner was in the bathroom. But twenty minutes came and went and still the woman had no date. Her phone was her companion, and she scarcely looked up from it. Finally, when she finished her drink, he called the bartender over and had another martini sent her way. She looked up with surprise when the man approached, then across the bar at Brandon, who gave a smile and raised his glass.
Smirking, she said something to the bartender and he left her, martini still in hand. Having been shot down, Brandon shrugged to himself and returned to scrolling Instagram. In a few minutes he'd return to his room, then maybe hit the gym.
Suddenly, he saw the chair beside his move, and there was the woman in the red dress sitting down next to him. She leaned close. "I'm done drinking for tonight," she said. "But I figured I'd say thanks for the thought."
"Not a problem," Brandon replied. "What're you in town for?"
For the next ten minutes he and Tracy got to know each other. When she put her hand on his inner thigh and gave him bedroom eyes, they headed for the elevators. This was fast, even for Brandon, who had been a bit of a player in college. Time can mean very little in hotels.
Tracy opened the door to room 603. It had a queen bed and a view of the parking lot. She closed the curtains then turned back to him. Standing there, Brandon got his first real view of her body. She was 5'6 after kicking off her heels, revealing feet with painted red toenails. Her breasts were fairly large and obviously constrained by the dress's fabric, which was tight enough to reveal the faintest outlines of nipples. Her stomach was flat, save for the slight bulge of her lower belly pooch.
After admiring one another from a distance, they pounced. They did not know each other's last names, and did not care to find out. All the impromptu couple wanted was physical release. They kissed for the first time at the foot of the bed. Tracy's red lipstick smudged his face and neck as she shimmied out of the dress. As it fell to the floor, Brandon grabbed both of her breasts. They were soft and hung slightly with the weight of gravity. Her nipples pressed into his palms as he experimented with how much boob could fit in each hand.
Their tongues met. Brandon licked the bottoms of her top front teeth. Tracy was a passionate kisser, and her lips quickly became slippery with saliva, facilitating their making out. His right hand abandoned her left breast and made its way down her side and onto her butt. It wasn't huge, but it was muscular and fatty enough for him to squeeze with delight. Not long after, his other hand grabbed her ass as well. Meanwhile, Tracy was feeling his chest and arms through his shirt.
"Get naked," she said, breaking off their kiss and breathing hard.
He complied readily, unbuttoning his shirt and pants while she lost her panties. Dropping to her knees, Tracy impatiently unzipped him and pulled his cock out over the top of his underwear. About six inches and circumcised, it was completely hard, its head shiny with pre cum and throbbing a little with every heartbeat. Before Brandon had taken his shirt off his cock was in her mouth. Tenderly gripping his thigh, she sucked him, her tongue running against the bottom of his shaft and her lips forming a perfect suction. The warm, wet mouth that he had been staring at from across the bar just a few minutes ago was now wrapped around his penis. Brandon groaned, and she looked up, her eyes smiling.
