Private Consultation

"Well, let's just give the dirty girl what she wants then, shall we?" Suddenly I spun her so she faced the inner railing, stripping the robe the rest of the way off her until she was completely bare in the moonlight. I ran my hands down her back to her round ass, which I gripped hard. I didn't know which was driving me crazier—her amazing body or the unusual situation.

I posed her, spreading her legs and guiding my hard cock right to the entrance of her cunt. She moaned in anticipation as I waited a moment, teasing her with just the head. I could imagine my precum mixing with her wetness. At that thought I couldn't wait any more. I slid into her sopping depths, not easing it in like earlier... this time I slid it all the way in until my hips met her cheeks. Her moans with stifled and I could tell she was biting her lip, trying to stay quiet. I made that difficult for her as I started taking her from behind, fucking her with vigor. After a few deep thrusts, her moans were gaining volume despite her efforts to hold them in.

I've never been an exhibitionist, but I can't deny the fact that I was getting even more turned on with the realization that anyone could see us. We were visible to any number of windows across the street—hotel and other buildings, not to mention the adjoining balcony's room. (Was the curtain moving slightly? I was pretty sure I saw that.) Her barely muffled sounds, the sight of her clinging to the railing, the way her ass shook as I slammed into her, the fact that we were completely bare and visible in the night... all of it was spurring me on. She leaned further over the railing and, even though I couldn't see them from here, I could imagine her tits swinging with our motions. She was trying so hard to stay quiet, but before long I was pounding her too hard for her to hold it in. She cried out in orgasm and it echoed out into the night. The sound of her uncontrollably giving voice to her pleasure pushed me over too and after a couple more frantic thrusts I pulled out and with a bellow, sprayed over her ass, which was still shaking from her intense climax. One, two, three spurts and then a dribble, all of it spread over her sexy ass, dripping down to her quivering thighs.

She turned abruptly and kissed me. There was a lot of gratitude in that kiss. After, she whispered, "I'm glad you picked up on my hints. Not everyone would have."

I gave her another kiss, this one on the forehead, and led her back into the room. I watched her bottom sway as she walked into the bathroom, and the sight of my jizz running down the back of her thighs threatened to bring my tired cock back to life.

While she was cleaning up, I lay down on the bed, wondering what the protocol was for this sort of thing. Did I thank her and return to my room? Did I spend the night in her room, her bed? Would that be presumptuous of me? I was still pondering it when she emerged from the bathroom. Stalling my decision, I stepped into the bathroom to relieve myself.

When I came out, she was lying back on the bed. She asked me to leave the bathroom light on and the door open a crack. As I did so, she explained softly, "I can't sleep in a strange room without a light on." I nodded in understanding and she held out her hand to me. I crossed the room to take it. "Could you... " she started, looking as though she might be blushing again. I let her finish, because that request could have gone either way. "... stay? With me, I mean? Y'know, if you want."

"Sure," I said with a smile. She scooted to the other side of the bed and I lay down beside her, spreading my arm so that she could lay against me. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. Maybe it was strange to feel so close to someone I'd just met, but it did feel nice to have a beautiful naked woman cuddling me. A guy could get used to this. I frowned and pushed the thought away. It was the last night of the convention and we lived in different states. That was a useless, depressing thing to think about. There would be no chance to get used to anything. We would part come morning, go back to our own states, our own jobs, our own lonely lives. And that would be that.

Not wanting these unwelcome sad thoughts to taint my euphoric, post sex mood, I held Katie closer, smiled at the deep sigh she gave, and just enjoyed the moment. It wasn't long before the exertion and the long day caught up with me.

***

I woke some time later to a nice sensation. It was still night, the only light coming from the cracked bathroom door. Gentle fingers were running along the length of my cock. Then back up, through my pubic hair, over my stomach, running through the hair on my chest, back down. The fingers trailed all the way down until they reached my cock again, down to my balls, then back up. Her fingers wrapped around my stiffening rod, stroking idly, coaxing me to full erection. How much time had passed? I didn't think it was much—I was aching from cumming twice in such close succession, but her strokes were gentle and insistent and soon the ache had faded, replaced with pleasure.

I felt movement on the bed and abruptly I felt a warm, wet tongue. Katie licked my shaft from bottom to top, all along the length. I was still sticky from our combined fluids, but she took her time, cleaning me. When my rod was all slick, she took me into her mouth. I opened my eyes and looked down. The light from the bathroom was enough to clearly see her head as it bobbed on my cock. It felt unbelievably good, and I couldn't hold back a moan. Not pausing in the slow rhythm she'd fallen into, she looked up at me, her face framed with her tangled black hair, her eyes big, dark and sexy. She gagged and readjusted herself, wrapping her fingers around the base of my erection, unable to get all of me in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down, she stroked with her hand and slid her tongue over my cock, giving me all sorts of delicious sensations all at once. She was so good at this, I didn't think I'd be able to last long.

Suddenly she started moaning, the vibration hitting me as she continued everything else she was doing. She was rocking her hips and I realized her other hand was down between her legs. She was playing with herself as she gave me the most incredible blowjob I'd had in my life.

Seeing her rocking motions, her sexy eyes watching me unwaveringly and all her skillful ministrations... it was too much. She was gripping my base too firmly for me to pull away, so I let go. I tensed up in her mouth and bellowed out in pleasure, my orgasm mind-blowing. At the same time she rocked harder, her moans growing even louder around my spasming cock as she brought herself to a climax to match mine. She continued sucking, swallowing my load as it blasted into her welcoming mouth. She didn't lose a drop. Mouth still full of cock, Katie continued moaning softly as she swallowed all I had to offer. Then she ran her tongue along my length a couple more times, making sure I was all clean.

When she was satisfied I was done, she released me from the grip of her sweet mouth and fingers. She crawled back up and cuddled up to me, placing her still-wet hand on my chest where I could smell the alluring scent of her sex. She gave another long sigh and after a few moments was breathing steadily, asleep again. I have to say, that mostly-silent, middle of the night blowjob still ranks among one of the sexiest things that has ever happened to me. I fell asleep with a contented smile on my face, breathing in Katie's womanly scent.

***

I woke first that morning, the sunlight shining directly in my face. Fortunate, since we had forgotten to leave a wake up call. I got up and went to the bathroom. After, I stepped back out, eyeing our dress clothes strewn about the room. Amidst the rush of hot memories, I felt a touch of awkwardness. Do I leave? Do I wake her? Let her sleep? I still didn't know what was proper.

When my eyes fell on Katie, all my questions fell away. She was naked on her side, facing away from me. The sheet had slipped off of her when I got up and her bottom was beckoning me, her hip curving sexily. Drawn to it, I carefully crawled back into bed, gently running my hand down her side, to the dip of her waist then up over her sloping hip to her firm thigh. I pressed my naked body against her back, my hardening cock pushing against her ass and reached around to cup one full breast. She made sweet murmuring sounds and wriggled against me lazily. Running my hand over her tit, I leaned in and kissed her neck, nibbling her ear lobe, wishing I could reach her lips.

She solved that problem for me, as she soon rolled onto her back, fluttering her sleepy dark eyes up at me. I kissed her as soon as I was able and she kissed back, drowsy and tender. In contrast to the hungry passion of the previous night, this was a calmer, sweeter kiss. I ran my hand down her lean body, feeling her curves, until I was idly stroking the hair between her legs. A finger brushed against her clit, which brought a deep moan from her. She spread her legs wider and pushed her crotch against my hand. I sped up my movements, slipping a finger into her rapidly moistening hole. She continued to hump my hand, making more desperate noises until finally she exploded, clamping down on my hand and jerking on the bed. When she gave me my hand back, I brought it up to my face, inhaling her musk and licking her cum off my fingers, which made her smile as she watched me all half-lidded.

I climbed on top of her and kissed her neck, at the same time rubbing my engorged cock head against her slick pussy lips. It suddenly slipped just inside her entrance so I pushed, slowing sliding every inch into her, where I stopped, enjoying the feeling of being cradled by her tightness. I flexed while inside her and she moaned, wrapping her arms around me, holding me close. I started moving, keeping my strokes slow and shallow, just enjoying the intimacy of a gentle morning lovemaking session. We went on like that for several minutes until she stiffened beneath me, pressing up and gripping me tighter, her nails digging into my back, her teeth biting my shoulder. I kept sliding in and out as she came, feeling her canal grow even wetter.

When she stopped quivering, she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed. I quickly gathered that she wanted me to roll over, so I did. She rolled with me and when she was on top she guided me back inside and started fucking me from that position, guiding the speed, going faster. It was clear that the leisurely stage was over and she only had one thing in mind—making us both cum again. I grabbed her hips and fucked her back, liking the feeling of being on the bottom for a change, trying to stay within the tempo she was setting. She panted with exertion and within minutes she was slamming down on me, her hair flying, looking down, her face flushed and awash in pleasure. She looked so sexy above me and I felt myself coming close to the point of no return.

"Shit. Oh fuck, Katie, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum," I gasped, trying to warn her. She sped up, moaning loader. "I can't hold back, I have to pull out," I told her. She gave me a smirking look of defiance as I tried to pull out of her and shook her head, whipping her dark hair around. She clamped her strong thighs on mine, riding me even harder, rocking back and forth on me, moaning continuously. Resigning myself to the inevitable, I let out a loud groan and let myself go, spurting deep inside her as she cried out in her own orgasm. We both jerked and convulsed, riding our own waves as they happened simultaneously. When we were both spent she collapsed on top of me, groaning deep as my cock gave one last spasm, hitting her deep inside.

Once she caught her breath, she gave me one last kiss, deep and tender, before climbing off of me. She stepped off the bed and looked down at me, smiling... beaming, really. She looked sweaty and tousled and unbearably sensual. As I watched, a thick rivulet of semen oozed from her pussy and started making its way down the inside of her left thigh. I marked every detail in my memory, wanting to never forget that moment. I had a feeling she was doing the same. She ran a hand through her tangled hair and let out her breath. "Ray, that was... There're no words for what that was."

"Exactly what I was thinking," I agreed, sitting up. I noticed the clock and groaned. "Damn. We're going to be late for the farewell breakfast."

She sighed. "Yeah, I guess I should shower. I got all... dirty again." She smiled at me mischievously and I felt a stirring in my aching groin. "I'd ask you to join me, but then we'd be even later for breakfast."

I matched her smirk. "Late? We'd miss it altogether." I chuckled and started gathering my clothes. I'd have to rush back to my room, jump in the shower to get rid of the sweaty sex smell, pull on new clothes. At least this made a long, drawn-out goodbye impossible. I almost laughed when I realized that in addition to the other new experiences Katie had brought me, I would also be doing my very first walk of shame. (Without a lick of shame, of course.)

"Thank you," she said warmly, squeezing my shoulder. With that, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower was already running as I stepped out of her room and out into the hall in my rumpled clothes from the previous day.

My first walk of shame was actually a walk of flashbacks. I'm sure my giddy expression made the other occupants of the elevator quite nervous.

***

I ate ravenously at the farewell breakfast. I'd worked up a real appetite the previous night and that morning, cumming four times in a twelve hour period and getting much more exercise than I was accustomed to. I had no regrets, my usual loneliness was sated for the time being, and I have to say, I learned more in one evening than I had during an entire weekend of presentations and workshops. At one point I looked across the noisy room and caught Katie's eye. We smiled at each other and she quickly looked away. Even from several tables away I could tell she was blushing, her office-pale skin a deep scarlet. The sight made me want to jump her.

After breakfast, I was standing with my manager, listening as she made the final arrangements with the new consultant she'd been trying all weekend to land. Something boring about faxing over the paperwork and our new business relationship will be beneficial to all and blah blah blah. Whatever.

Katie walked up to me and raised her right hand, looking professional and well-composed. Much more at ease than before. In between her index and middle fingers was her business card. I realized that I'd left it in her room along with her key card. Smiling radiantly she said, "Just in case you misplaced the last one I gave you. Hold onto it. If y'all need anything, don't hesitate to give me a call."

"Oh, I will," I assured her, smiling back. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying, imagining the sexy ass that was hidden by a modest gray skirt. I shrugged at my manager's questioning look and slipped the card into my pocket.

Later, on the plane, I pulled the card out and looked at it. On the back she'd written her cell number. In her flowing, feminine writing, she'd added "And I mean anything." The word anything was underlined twice. I ended up calling the number the same night, jet lag be damned. Turned out she was as eager as I was to set up our next private consultation... and I finally had a reason to use up some of those vacation days.

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Author's Note: I'm really happy with this one and hope you enjoy it. I basically wrote this story in one morning on hotel stationary and it was then a matter of filling in the details. And yes, I was at a convention.