"Room 2112," I said as I sat down at the hotel bad. "Double vodka tonic, two limes."
My long, blonde hair was still pulled back into a tight, sweaty pony tail. I'd just finished an intense workout and was still in my athletic gear. A thin pink jacket hung loosely over my sports bra, but my toned stomach was there for the world to see. My black Lululemon jogging hot pants rode dangerously high as I climbed onto the barstool. I didn't bother pulling them down. I literally worked my ass off for this body and I wasn't ashamed to show it off. Plus, the adoring looks I got from the men around the bar were making me hot.
The bartender, a young man in his twenties, nodded his approval as he took in my outfit. My green eyes met his deep, brown eyes and I smiled softly in a brief attempt to appear sweet and innocent.
"Like what you see?" I flirted. For fun, I winked and laughed as I I noticed his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. His dark hair fell loose and wavy around his face. I'd bet money he played drums. He arms were toned and strained against the tight black t-shirt he wore.
It had been a long day and I'd hoped an intense workout would relieve some of the stress. Four hour delay on the flight, no drink service due to turbulence, a missed meeting, a botched presentation and a lost sale. But, 45 minutes on the treadmill hadn't done a damn thing. Vodka was my next hope. If that didn't work, I might be inviting the bartender up to my room to use his cock, now bulging in his jeans, to fuck the tension out of me. My pussy tingled at the proposition.
Still hot from the workout, I slipped the jacket off my shoulders and tied it around my waist. My sports bra was black too, but the thin, cross crossed strips of fabric that held it together across my breasts revealed more than my running shorts. I slipped the tie off my ponytail and let my long, blonde hair spill down my back and shoulders.
"Tequila on the rocks," you said as you slid onto the stool next to me. You turned to me and offered a crooked smile and a soft, "hey."
Your face beaded with sweat and I recognized your jawline as the face that had been watching me in the mirror of the hotel gym. You'd been lifting weights and I'd been admiring your ass while you completed your squats and push-ups. My pussy walls twitched again. Option three, I thought.
"Kayla," I said and smiled. I offered my hand and you took it, gripping it tightly and shaking it. "I saw you in the gym."
"I know," he said simply and looked back to the bartender. "Make it two."
The bartender, Noah his name tag said, slid my double vodka tonic across the bar, "Open a room tab?" He asked.
I nodded, "Room 2112." I said it loud enough for you to hear.
"Sir?" Noah asked you.
"Room 1231," you said and smiled. "Next round is on me."
I normally don't let men buy my drinks, but your hand had found its way to my thigh and you squeezed it hard as you offered. Your thumb was dangerous close to my crotch and I knew you could feel the heat that was now radiating from my soaked pussy.
"Todd," you said with a sly smile. "You put on quite a show in there." His eyes drifted to my breasts as his hand moved up my thigh.
When I'd caught his eyes in the mirror, I cranked up the speed and ran even faster. My sports bra wasn't designed to contain tits that spilled out of double D bras.
"It's been a long day," I noted as I stretched my head from side to side. "I had some stress to relieve."
"How'd that go," you asked and held your glass up. I clinked mine to yours and then threw back the drink. I slid it across the bar.
"Noah, another," I said. "It didn't do the trick. My frustration and stress levels are causing all kinds of tension. I'm hoping the vodka helps."
Noah glanced over his shoulder and smiled, "Another for your sir?"
You threw back your tequila and nodded. Your hand was now teasing the edge of my shorts. I shifted down in my seat, sending your thumb right into my clit. I half expected you to move your hand in shock, but you just smiled and took your second drink and threw it back. I turned slightly, allowing my legs to fall open and your thumb to press the fabric of my shorts into my soaked cunt. I never wore panties to workout. So the thin black shorts were the only thing between us.
"Take it upstairs," Noah warned. He leaned over the bar, "My dick is hard enough just watching you two."
I quickly grew back the second drink and slid away from you, "That's okay, it's been a long day and I need to catch some sleep. Unless either of you are up for a fuck."