I'm walking up to my hotel room, it's been a long day in a workshop that wasn't what I thought it would be. And to make things worse, there was this little stuck up redhead sitting across the room, torturing me with those freckles and that snug button up shirt that pulled slightly at the breastline, just enough to see a little Victoria's Secret purple lace bra.
Damn I was frustrated, all through the workshop I found myself slipping into my mind, watching that red hair swing back and forth as her mouth enveloped my cock, then me face first in that gorgeous little red mound of pubic lusciousness, grabbing a handful of that hair as I pounded her hot pussy from behind. God those freckles were killing me.
I went to a bar to get a drink and something to eat, hoping to run into that redhead, no luck. Then I was hoping to strike up a conversation with a girl, take her back to my hotel and give her the hard release of my pent up day.
No luck.
I was walking to my hotel door when I saw this hot blond opening up the door next to mine. I was stunned. She glanced my way, looked back at the door, and then quickly looked at me. Yeah, she knew me, and I sure as hell knew her. Intimately. We used to fuck like there was no world outside of her and me and our bodies pleasuring each other.
She shuffled a bit; I walked up and said, "Hey, what brings you to this fine town?" "A conference." she said, nervously. We made a little small talk, but there was a gleam in her eye, she was having trouble breathing. She was controlling it well, but I noticed. It was everything I could do to keep my cock from reaching out to her. I was shaking a little from the adrenaline.
"See ya." She said lightly. "Yeah." I said. Knowing that she probably wouldn't want to relive a passionate memory with me. No, I needed release for sure; I wouldn't be able to sleep a wink if I didn't get off. I guess it was just going to me and Pamela Handerson. What a sorry excuse I was. At least that's what I was feeling.
I took a shower, put on a plush hotel robe, laid on the bed upright and started watching some TV.
The phone rang. It startled me. I answered it. It was the hot blond. She asked what I was doing. I almost said, "I'm watching TV with my hard cock in my hand." But I wasn't sure how she'd react. She said that her TV wasn't working and she wanted to know if I could help her out. She began describing the problem.
"How bout I come over and take a look?" I offered. There was an awkward silent pause, then, "ok".
I threw on a pair of jeans and a white undershirt. I knocked on her door, it opened slowly.
I walked in and she said, "I don't know what's wrong with it." "I'll take a look." I said. "I'm going to take a shower if you don't mind." she looked wryly at me then turned and went into the bathroom.
I said, "Would you like to have company? I do backs." She looked at me and I thought I said too much. "Is that right?" she quipped. "Do you do fronts?" she asked. "My specialty really," I said.
