It was the second night you stayed in this hotel and like the night before you took the opportunity to use the hotel bar for a light snack.
This wasn’t a holiday, but you are away for work, something that required your attention in the office rather than just relying on what has become a good old-fashioned zoom call.
The previous night you had briefly encountered a couple, your laptop was open, your head buried in your work, and only the time for a smile and a hello.
But this night your laptop was packed away. You sat alone on a table big enough for four people, playing with your phone and checking this website to see if anyone was local, and hopefully you would see some action.
Thankfully, and to your surprise the lady from the couple you bumped into last night walked into the bar and she caught your eye. “ not working tonight?” She asked.
“ I’ve had too much for one day, the laptop is closed, and I’m happy to have a pint, but it would be good to have someone to talk to if you would both like to join me? “ you replied.
The lady said she would be pleased to, and explained the man she was with last night was not her husband but her boss, and he was still taking a call. He’d be down later.
Her confidence was reflected in her eye contact, and she was not short on a conversation.
“ there’s always a little action to be found on a works trip don’t you think?” She said.
What did she say?
You asked yourself.
Was she implying that you are chained to your desk? Or was she implying the possibility of perhaps finding a little fun?
You took a sip of your drink thinking what to say.
“Do you mean the overload of work, or something outside of the job description?” You ask.
She looks straight in the eyes.
“ I’m here for work.
I have a separate room to my boss.
But I do fuck him.
He’s a good looking guy, and I like the aspect that my job is literally paying me to get laid.”
You can’t believe your ears.
“ I get to do things at work I can’t get to do at home. It’s like a therapy in a way. I guess all men think the same, or at least wish they could do the same, it’s easier for women. We can walk into any hotel bar knowing we can get laid.”
You reply “ well you are beautiful”
She replies. “ thank you but I don’t need your compliments. But I would like to know if you might be interested in joining us?”
The moment seems so unreal
You’ve just been asked by a lady who you quite fancy, in a hotel bar, while you’re away at work, if you’d like to fuck her. It’s like something out of a porn video.
“But there is a catch. I want to see my boss sucking your dick. Let’s call it a power thing. No one knows at work we are fucking each other. And if people knew it would be very difficult for both of us. I don’t want that to happen. But I would like to raise the stakes. He’s not bi, but in the bedroom, I think I can make him do most things. And I want to see him kneeling and sucking dick.”
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Right than ladies and gentleman.
That’s the end of the fantasy.
Well, it’s the end of me writing.
If you want to continue feel welcome.
If you want to play around with it in your mind and have a wank over it… even better! |
