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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