THE PLAN WAS for you to get into the city sometime in the afternoon and meet Paul in the lobby of the Hilton Hotel. You’d catch a film and have dinner before returning home on the 10:04 upstate. Of course the one thing you hadn’t figured on was the train getting you there an hour and a half early. You might have killed time shopping, but you just couldn’t make another trip to the stores when you were trying to economize. Luckily you had brought a paperback along, and you decided to just sit and wait in the hotel’s lobby.
It was crowded with many check-ins and check-outs as well as friends meeting friends. This certainly seemed to be the central rendezvous spot in town. You couldn’t help feeling that the tall blond guy hear the newsstand was trying to get your attention. He kept walking back and forth in front of you every few minutes. Although you tried to ignore him by focusing on your book, it became exasperating.
Finally he caught your eye. He seemed to be summoning up some courage as he walked towards you. Not bad looking, you thought. If you were single, you might even go for someone like him. You were halfway into your next thought when he spoke, “Do you come here often?” he asked.
“To a hotel lobby?” you replied. You thought his was a pretty silly question.
“Well, I was wondering if you were interested in making some extra money....” His voice trailed off as he smiled.
In a flash you understood. He thought you were a hooker sitting there waiting to pick someone up.
“You have some nerve,” you said, insulted.
“Take it easy,” he said, “I only thought you were here... well professionally. You’re really great looking, you know.” He tried to smooth it over. “How about making an exception...?” he couldn’t resist making another pitch.
“What do you think I am?” You tried to hold back your anger.
“Two hundred bucks is nothing to sneeze at,” was all he said.
The whole scene was absurd. But when he said “two hundred bucks,” somehow it seemed more ridiculous to you that a woman could spend a half hour with a guy and wind up richer for doing what she might very well enjoy doing anyway.
It had a crazy attraction. Who would know? Paul wasn’t due to meet you for nearly an hour. You felt your heart racing. As the blond turned to leave, you blurted out, “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Was that actually your voice you heard? Before you could change your mind, he drew close, “I’m in room 603. I’ll go up and you follow in a few minutes.”
In those few minutes you decided to leave and changed your mind fourteen times. Were you crazy? Still, the idea was very titillating. You found yourself walking towards the elevator, entering, and pushing “six” almost like a robot.
You knocked lightly on the door which opened immediately.
He had his jacket off and offered you a drink, which you refused. Since you didn’t know what to expect, you decided to leave it up to him.
He took off your jacket before leading you to the bed. You both sat down side by side and he did that number they do in the movies, taking your chin in one hand and tipping it up as he kissed you, lightly.
Zap! Electricity charged through you. Another kiss, heavier this time and he was pushing you back onto the bed. He kissed you all over your face and down your throat and you shivered with lovely feelings.
He then led your hand to his pants for you to unzip him. This was done deftly and reaching your hand inside, you managed to get beneath his jockey shorts to his two silky balls. He sighed with enjoyment. You felt for his penis which still lay limp. It stirred at your touch, and you played with it for a moment.
You parted briefly for him to remove his clothing and you followed, peeling off your slacks and sweater. You were standing in bra, panties, and shoes (silently congratulating yourself for dieting away those nine pounds) when he reached for you.
“I want to take the rest off,” he said.
He unhooked your bra, allowing your breasts to fall free. The nipples were pink and sticking out. He kissed them lightly before removing your panties. He seemed surprised to see you were a natural redhead, and your fair bush was soon smothered by his kisses.
He was fairly good looking. You judged him to be about thirty-six. Although he was quite thin, he had the lean muscular look of an athlete. You had never seen a blond guy undressed, and it amused you to see his pubic hair nearly as fair as that on his head.
He drew you close to him, running his hands over your back and down to your jut ting buttocks. He held them tightly, almost hurting you. He ground his body against you until he started to get quite firm. You parted again and he lay down on the bed.
“Go down on me,” he said simply.
You hesitated, all of a sudden trying to remember who you were and wondering what you had gotten into.
“I said go down on me!” he ordered this time, taking your head and pushing it down to his body. He was uncircumcised, and his foreskin still covered part of the glans in its semierectness. You gingerly put your mouth over it. It had a pleasant, smooth feeling as you ran your tongue over it. He smelled good too, having the memory of talcum powder about him.
You took to your task quite eagerly and he got even harder in your mouth. It fit well and soon filled that opening completely. As you moved your head along the length of his penis, you stroked his balls. He sighed again. He grabbed your head by the hair.
“Lick my balls,” he commanded. After some time, he pulled your head away. “That was good,” he sighed. “Now lie on your back.” You followed instructions. He positioned himself, missionary style, between your spread legs.
He had wasted no time playing with you, but since the whole scene had turned you on, you were well lubricated. He had no trouble entering.
As you felt him strike against your cervix, you had a sensation of total pleasure. This stranger who didn’t care who you were and was merely using your body was really turning you on!
As he continued his movements, you started to play with yourself. He noticed and it seemed to excite him. It wasn’t long before your clitoris was almost as hard as he was! You kept rubbing as he thrust into you and as you did, his cock pushed against your fingers. You got into a steady rhythm, which engulfed you.
“Come now,” he whispered. “Come on, come on, come...”
His words got you even more excited, and you felt yourself coming as he continued entreating.
You felt the pulsations go on and on as he now pumped in and out of you faster and faster. Within moments he groaned, went rigid for an instant, and you felt his body shake as he poured into you. He collapsed on top of you.
A few moments later, as you dressed and fixed your makeup, he approached silently.
“Here,” he said, thrusting something to wards you. It actually took you a minute to realize it was money! You’d almost forgot ten how this all started.
“It was real good,” he added. “You earned your money.”
You were amazed to note that all this had taken exactly forty minutes. And now you sat in the lobby again waiting for Paul, who would never in his wildest dreams imagine how you had spent part of this afternoon. You wondered if you might make plans to meet again in the city soon... maybe even next week.