 |
By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
|
It had been a long day of meetings without much result and I was sitting in the bar of my hotel near the airport staring in to a very large vodka and tonic. I was dressed to the nines, in black business suit, white blouse, sheer black tights and my best fuck me heels. I was alone in a semi-circular booth and was checking the talent out in the bar....nothing to write home about. Flabby business men, some staff but nothing I wanted to fuck. The door swung home and in walked a vision. A tall black man, wearing an American Airlines captains uniform, he was about 6'5", muscled, terrific white teeth and a winning smile. This would do very nicely I thought....my favourite colour and hopefully with my favourite size cock, big! He came to my booth and sat down, clicking at the barman, and enquiring whether it was okay to sit here. A voice like velvet, I was wet already, he was accompanied by two white flight attendants who looked gay so the competition for his affections looked easy to overcome. He ordered drinks, a soft drink for him, beers for the "boys" and another for myself. I thanked him and we chatted, apparently he had joined the airline after retiring from the US Air Force, was unmarried and came from Georgia originally. I was almost speechless as I drooled over this man imagining his big black cock inside me. He was there for about 40 minutes before announcing that he needed to go to bed. I took a last mouthful of my drink for the expected invite to his room for a lovely fuck fest. I couldn't imagine what happened next in my wildest dreams. He stood up and the flight attendant called Sean got up with him and headed out the room. I sat there crushed and the other remaining guy said that the captain was gay and the attendant was his latest squeeze and that I would be amazed at who was the bottom. He laughed and ordered some fresh drinks, his name was Peter. He was a very pretty boy, with blond hair, the whitest teeth, eye liner and very camp. A classic gay character....my chances of getting laid before getting home were fading fast. We chatted, and he was very charming, we, or at least I did, had another drink. The drink was beginning to sink in and he offered to escort me to my room which I accepted....not quite the man I was expecting to be taken upstairs by. I looked at him in the lift, he was slim and about six foot tall. We arrived at my floor and I gave him the pass card to my room which he opened for me. I offered him a night cap and asked him in removing my suit jacket. We sat on the sofa with our drinks and I kicked my shoes off, my feet were killing me, and he offered a foot rub. I accepted, as I loved my feet touched, and he had a healing touch. The drink was really working now and I leant forward and kissed him on the lips. I immediately leaned back and apologised and said that it was fine to be gay and that I was sorry for invading his space. He said he was not gay, but swung both ways, and that he had enjoyed it. He leaned in to me and kissed me back, my mouth opened, and his tongue crept in. I felt his hands leave my feet and run up my legs with one manicured hand landing right on my wet pussy which was soaking through my tights. I stood up and took his hand leading him to the bed. He undressed me. Leaving me naked except for my tights. I sat on the bed and he took his clothes off slowly, not having to rush, as the spoils of the evening were his. His body was lovely, hairless from waxing and his cock was a very pleasant surprise, about six inches long semi-hard, but fat. I crawled back along the bed and rested on the pillows and he came towards me on his knees, he sucked on each of my breasts and kissed my mouth and ears. I was aching for his cock and passed him my ever ready supply of condoms. His teeth reached my tights over my pussy and he bit in to them and tore an opening. He dressed his cock and slid it in to me. He was stroking it home and I was feeling no pain and felt my first orgasm as my mobile phone rang. I wasn't stopping and reached over and switched it off. He carried on fucking me, I was moaning and screaming for more for what seemed like ages, until he bucked one last time and came. We were both breathing heavily and we lay on the bed having some post sex kisses. I checked my phone to see who had called expecting to see a missed call from my husband. The call had been from him but instead of switching it off I had answered it and put it down again. He had heard my session with my pickup, every moan, every scream and my every request for Peter to fuck me harder. Whoops!
  |
"
"