David Shaw had stayed in a lot of Hotels over the years and he had shagged a lot of women in Hotels, sometimes he picked up the women and sometimes they picked him up.
The bar was a favourite starting point and was always fertile ground and on those rare occasions that he struck out he could always go to the concierge to find him one, in the bigger hotels at any rate.
But in the Worsted Viper in Purplemere if he struck out he would likely be spanking himself off.
As luck would have it when he arrived in the bar there was large busty blonde sitting on a stool at the bar, and he recognized her.
“Hello Dr Mitchel” he said “Good to see you again”
She was one of the doctors at her mother’s care home.
“Mr. Shaw, please call me Sue, I try to play down the Doctor bit when I’m out otherwise people have an annoying habit of telling me about their nasty complaints”
She laughed a rather delightful laugh that caused her rather substantial chest to come alive.
“I’m looking forward to getting hold of those beauties” he thought to himself and then he noticed the wedding ring, which was to him what Kryptonite was to Superman.
He had a very strict rule about not fishing in another man’s pond so to speak, a rule which he had only broken on a handful of occasions and on every occasion he regretted it, even though the sex was outstanding.
But he thought there was nothing wrong with having a drink with a beautiful woman and indulging in some polite conversation while he ogled her tits.
So over a drink or three he explained that he was doing a publicity tour for one of his famous authors and she told him she was hiding from her ex-husbands mother.
“I divorced him, no problem” she said “but she still thinks she’s my mother in law”
“I notice you still wear your ring” he said
“That’s to ward off the lounge lizards” she remarked
“I understand”
“Are you really publishing a famous author?” She asked
He nodded superciliously
“Your mum says you publish dirty books” Sue stated and laughed loudly.
“We all have to make a living” he replied
“So who’s the author? Some dirty old man writing for other dirty old men” she asked cynically
“Actually” he said quietly “she’s a middle aged spinster from Cheltenham”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, she has the filthiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met” he said and they both laughed
It was shortly after that they got the distinct impression the barman had had enough and was ready to close.
The generally accepted convention was that the staff was obliged to keep the bar open all the while guests were wanting a drink but in reality they had to close at some point and you could still get a drink from the night porter if you wanted a nightcap.
“I think we should let this poor man close up for the night” she said
So they bade the long-suffering barman a good night.
As the lift doors opened when they reached the third floor and Sue announced
“This is us”
“No I’m on the fourth floor”
“Yes, but me and my magnificent tits are on this floor” she pointed out “and as you’ve been staring at them all evening with lustful eyes I thought you might like to do with them what you’ve been imagining”
“Well as you put it like that then of course I will accompany you” he said
“Thank God for that I’m so randy” she whispered as they stepped out of the lift
“Really?”
“Yes” Sue replied and then added “and you wouldn’t believe just how wet my pussy is”
“Let’s find out then” David said and pressed her against the wall as he got a hand inside her leggings and wet his finger and Sue let out a low growl.
“You weren’t kidding were you?” he said holding his greasy finger to her lips.
She giggled and sucked her juice off his finger and then said
“It’s time to wet your cock now”
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