Second in a series of stories of women performing oral sex.
All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.
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I have had enough travel for one life time. I spent the last week and a half traveling from all over the country between a dozen different flights, and five long, cramped bus rides, just to meet with five different clients to settle their accounts. If I had more time, I could've planned some more direct flights, but in the short time I had in the busy travel season, I had to make do.
The worst part was I also had to make do with the horrible hotels I had to stay in. Usually, I found myself sleeping in something a little more upscale, or at least decent. The last three hotels I had to stay in were every serial killer's dream come true. If I had a good night's sleep during this trip, I wouldn't have been so miserable, at least I could've tolerated some of it. But how could I when the people next door were screaming about how much they hated each other and their kids were crying in the bathroom?
So, it was kind of a relief when I got to my hotel here in Jacksonville. It looked decent enough; the parking lot was clean, the sign had no missing letters, well dressed people coming in and out of the front doors, and it looked to have a nice bar and restaurant. The only problem, my room wasn't ready. I was, of course, upset, but the front desk agent offered to let me drink for free in the bar while I waited the hour until they got my room ready.
I felt like my luck was getting better when I got a cute bartender to serve me. She was a cute young thing with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and a nice body. But I noticed the engagement ring on her hand, so I only gave her the mild friendly flirting I do with women that I know are taken. But it was still ok, because she knew all her drinks and I was impressed with her mixing skills and how fast she worked to get her customers their drinks.
"Very impressive," a voice said out of nowhere.
I looked to my right and saw a very beautiful brunette woman sitting down next to me. She wore a navy-blue suit dress, with a white blouse. The outfit hugged her curves in just the right way, and the hemline of her skirt stopped just above her knees.
"Oh, yes," I replied with just a bit of trepidation. Her beauty took me by surprise, but I quickly composed myself. "She is very skilled at her job; she must make a lot of tips."
"Yes, there's that," the woman replied. "But I was talking about how hot she is."
"That too," I replied, and we both had a small laugh.
"Do you mind if I sit here? Or are you waiting for someone?" she asked.
"No, I'm by myself. I'm waiting for them to be ready with my room, and they said I can drink here at the house while I'm waiting. What about you?"
"I'm just here waiting for a client who is coming into town and insisted I meet him here. And of course, he's late, just like every time he comes here."
"They love making you wait," I said jokingly. "They think it's some kind of power move."
"That's so true."
"I'm Jim, by the way," I said and reached out my right hand.
"I'm Bethany," she replied as she shook my hand.
The cute bartender came by to take her drink order. I convinced her that Bethany was with me so she could also get herself free drinks and she believed it. Bethany didn't hesitate to play along; she was probably the type that is used to getting free drinks, but she was probably having fun playing along as well. We watched the bartender create the mixed drinks we ordered, using both her hands in a very impressive way. I swear, the woman could also be a magician if she wanted to. She brought us our drinks and told us to let her know if we needed anything else to let her know. The drinks may be free, but I was definitely going to give her a nice big tip.
"Damn, what I wouldn't do to get her alone with me for a few hours in one of these hotel rooms," Bethany said before she began sipping her drink.
I remembered her comment when she first sat down next to me, and now that statement made me think she was a lesbian, which kind of disappointed me.
"My ex-boyfriend definitely would've gone after her, right in front of me too. He was like that."
And that comment got my hopes up again, now that I know she was also interested in men.
We talked a little while, getting to know each other. She was vague about her work, something with customer service and that was all I was able to gather. We got one more drink together before the man from the front desk found me and told me my room was ready and they took my luggage there. He gave me my room card and walked away.
"I guess I should get to my room now," I told Bethany and finished up my drink.
"What room are you in?" Bethany asked.
"Room 330."
"Give me 15 minutes and I'll be right up," she said with a big smile.
"All right," I said. "Sounds good."
I walked away, doing my best not to let my excitement show. When I got into the elevator and found myself alone, I went a little crazy, yelling "Yes, Yes, Yes," and feigning punching the air in excitement. I was in my mid-thirties and I was acting like a teenager about to get laid for the first time. When I got to the third and I took control of my excitement before the elevator doors opened, just in time for the couple that walked in to the elevator as I got out, didn't see how childish I was acting.
I entered my room and was impressed with the nice set up I was given. The company I worked for never gave me something this good before, but I'm sure they must've found a way to get a good deal this time. I got myself ready with some cologne and a drink from the mini bar, and got a small champagne bottle ready with two glasses. I realized I needed ice and quickly took the ice bucket to the ice dispenser down the hall and brought it back to chill the champagne. The drinks were going to cost me later when I left the hotel in two days, but I felt it was worth it.
