The Business Trip

Reading the text on her phone while sitting on the bed, Willma gritted her teeth and felt her blood pressure rise, making her head throb. The text came from the airlines, and it read that all flights had been canceled due to bad weather and would not resume for at least two days. After reading the message, Willma laid the phone on the hotel bed, then fell back while still dressed in her short black skirt and white cotton blouse. In an unbridled moment of frustration, Willma grabbed the pillow beside her, buried her face in the fluffy cushion, and screamed into the material.

The last year had been horrible for Willma. Her car's transmission shit the bed, costing her four grand to repair. Her company had to do cutbacks, making her do more with less. Then she caught her boyfriend in bed with her now ex-best friend. To add insult to injury, her little kitty passed her away just two months prior. The passing of her fur-baby hurt more than her cheating ex-boyfriend. Now, she was trapped in a hotel hundreds of miles away from home, down to her last clean pair of panties.

After cursing to any god that would hear her, Willma uncovered her face, lay on the bed silently, and wondered how her life had turned into a pile of shit. Finally, sitting up, Willma decided she needed a drink and hoped the hotel bar would open. She figured if she couldn't go home, she could at least go downstairs and get shit-faced drunk. Then she slipped her black heels on and walked to the sink in her room.

Out of habit and not in the hopes of getting laid, Willma looked into the mirror to check her presence. First, she touched up her makeup, and ensured that shoulder-length, silver-gray hair was still neatly done. Then she ensures that the seams of her lace-top thigh-high stockings were straight and ran along the back of her slender thighs. When she thought she was presentable, Willma grabbed her room key and headed to the bar to hunt down the drunk of all drunks.

When she arrived at the bar, Willma sighed in relief that the bar was open. Peering into the dark, she saw three tables with empty high-back chairs around them and a small defunct dance floor adjacent to them. On the other side of the room, she saw an older man wiping the bar down and heard an old jukebox playing songs from the 80s. Once her eyes adjusted to the dark room, Willma walked to the bar and ordered one beer and a shot of the cheapest whiskey they had.

Once the bartender placed the shot before her, Willma grabbed the shot glass, tossed the cheap booze down her throat, and grimaced as the liquid burned down her throat. Before the man could set the beer in front of her, Willma ordered another shot and then took a sip of the terrible brew to quench the burning sensation in her throat. Then she watched as the old man brought her another shot of whiskey. Although the drink was horrible, Willma took the second shot, slammed it back quickly, and felt the burn again.

"Another one?" The bartender asked.

"Yep! Bring one every fifteen minutes until I pass out, then bring one every twenty minutes."

The older man gave her a look of shock and awe, saying, "It's your funeral."

About thirty minutes had passed, and Willma was already five shots and two beers into her path of self-destruction and was oblivious to what was happening around her. So, when she heard a voice come from the side of her, Willma almost jumped out of her skin and let out a little squeal.

"The only time a man drinks like that is if he is trying to forget something or planning on killing someone. So, which one is it friend?" the soft voice said.

Slowly turning her head, Willma was greeted by deep brown eyes and an angelic face framed by beautiful brown hair. With a little giggle, Willma asked the stranger, "Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter?"

Watching the woman pull her silky brown hair over her ear, revealing a simple pearl earring, Willma heard her say, "So, you're a fan of bad Sci-Fi and horror movies?"

"Who isn't?" Willma replied with a giggle

The woman extended her hand and said, "Sarah."

"Willma."

Seeing the woman look at the empty shot glasses and beer mugs in front of her, Willma heard Sarah ask, "So, rough day?"

Letting a sigh escape from her lips, Willma replied. "Rough year."

"Well, we aren't going anywhere. Why don't you tell me about it?" Sarah asked.

Sipping the lousy beer, Willma proceeded to tell Sarah about her woes. As she spoke, Willma figured that the woman was fifteen years junior to her fifty-three years but looked even younger than her actual age. Like her, Sarah was also dressed professionally, but instead of a skirt, she wore a pair of form-fitted gray slacks and a pink button-down dress shirt. Willma also was a little envious of the woman's silky shoulder-length hair compared to her stringy gray hair and perfectly pouty lips. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for Sarah being charming, Willma would have had to resist the urge to punch the poor girl in the throat for being so perfect in appearance.

As time passed, Willma slowed down her self-destructive drinking and became slightly smitten by the younger woman. She had learned that Sarah had graduated from M.I.T. with a degree in robotic engineering and started her own company, retrofitting old manufacturing plants into stream-line modern ones. Willma also discovered that Sarah, like her, developed a fondness for bad movies from watching Elvira. However, Willma saw them when they first came out, whereas Sarah did through watching re-runs. While in the middle of the conversation, the old gentleman interrupted Willma and Sarah.

"Um... ladies, because of the weather, I need to close the bar." He said, almost in an apologetic tone.

"Aww, really!?" Willma pouted.

"Yeah, we don't want to stop!" Sarah chimed in.

The older man let out a sigh and spoke. "Look, since everything is closed because of the storm, I will leave a bottle out and let the jukebox play. Just don't trash the place, okay?" Willma and the beautiful young lady squealed with delight, then they both kissed the old bartender on the cheeks.

Willma adored how the older man blushed and smiled. Then she gave him a large tip and wished him a good night. Once the man left, Willma returned her attention to Sarah.

About another hour passed, and Willma couldn't help but feel strange about the beautiful woman before her. She kept picking up the vibe that Sarah was into her, as in really into her, but couldn't prove that the young woman was a lesbian or not.

While trying to figure Sarah's sexual preference out, Willma fantasized about what it would be like to be with a woman. Then she thought to herself if she would even like to be with a woman or not. As she wondered about it, she couldn't help but feel a slight tingle in her groin, and the pink nubs of her breasts stiffened slightly. Still not wanting to embarrass herself, Willma swallowed her curiosity and enjoyed hanging out with a fellow Sci-fi nerd.

Not caring how late it was getting, Willma laughed and chatted with Sarah. Then, the old song 'Safety Dance' started to play through the jukebox speakers.

"Oh, my God! I love this song!" Willma squealed gleefully.

"Was this song in Biodome?" Sarah asked.

"Yep, and it's so silly, but I can't help but dance to it! Come on!" Willma squealed.

Grabbing the beautiful young lady's hand, Willma pulled her along and made a beeline to the small dance floor. Once on the floor, Willma encouraged Sarah to dance by mimicking the same moves as the cast did in the music video by jumping around like an idiot. While she danced, Willma playfully tried to teach Sarah the safety dance by moving behind her and assisting her in the arm movement like they made in the video.

"There you go! You got it!" Willma giggled as Sarah picked up on the moves.

"Oh, God! This is so fun!" Sarah laughed while dancing in a silly manner.

As soon as the song was over, another classic one from the 80s began, so the two ladies acted silly on the dance floor and enjoyed each other's company. While they dance, Willma couldn't help but notice Sarah's beautiful features more. From her silky brown hair, soulful eyes, and pouty lips that almost begged to be kissed. Willma also admired how every curve of the young woman's body seemed to flow like a meandering river, with its graceful bends and turns. Willma also admired how Sarah's breasts swayed to the beat while she gyrated on the dance floor. Seeing the pretty young lady dance, Willma began to question her own sexuality.

After getting lost in the moment, a slow song began to play over the speaker, making Willma's focus return to the moment.

"Well, I guess that's it for now." She said as she turned to head back to the bar.

Before she could take a step, Willma felt Sarah's delicate fingers tenderly grip her wrists and turn her around.

"Um... I would like to um... continue you... if that would be alright?"

Looking into Sarah's eyes, Willma saw something she had missed earlier. There was a hunger in them, and they made Willma tremble slightly.

"O... Okay..." Willma replied, then timidly eased into Sarah's warm embrace.

As soon as Willma entered Sarah's arms, she felt the young woman's warm body and soft breasts press into hers, making her nipples tingle more. Then, when Willma felt the tenderness of Sarah's hands gripping her hips, Willma's breathing turned ragged, and she got a little light-headed from the sensual nature of the embrace. At the same time, Willma caught a whiff of the young woman's sweet perfume and became intoxicated by its lovely scent, more than the copious amount of booze she had pounded earlier.

While the sappy love song played, Willma couldn't help but feel like a nervous teenager in Sarah's arms. Again, the thought of being with another woman filled her mind and made her body tremble with desire. Willma had never had the opportunity, and now it was presenting itself to her. For a moment, Willma thought about coming up with an excuse to break from the sensual embrace. Still, when she looked into the prettiest pair of brown eyes she had ever seen, any lie she could come up with faded from her mind.

As she swayed with Sarah, Willma's mind became fuzzy, not from all the alcohol she had drank but from feeling a conflict brewing in her mind and body. One part wanted to run away and hide in her room, while the other kept her firmly entrenched in Sarah's embrace. As the battle inside Willma continued, she felt Sarah's delicate fingers caress her jawline. Then she heard the beautiful woman soft moan, sending chills down her spine.

"Willma, maybe it's the booze talking, but I want to kiss you. Would that be alright?" Sarah whispered softly.

Willma's heart skipped a beat, and she felt her throat dry. The next thing she heard was a crack, soft voice reply. "I um... I g... guess that would be okay..."

For a moment, Willma thought it had been someone else speaking for her. Still, when she felt the soft vibrations in her throat and her distinctive accent, she realized it was her that responded.

Before Willma knew it, she felt Sarah gently grip the back of her head and kiss her lips. The kiss was tender but filled with passion that made Willma shiver in Sarah's arms and made her knees go weak. At first, Willma didn't know how to process the kiss, but she quickly found herself melting into Sarah and, without thought, kissed the beautiful young lady back.

While Willma savored the moment, she felt her heart race and the folds between her quaking thighs tingle with desire. The moment was intense, making Willma freak out a little, and the need to run from the situation overwhelmed her. Breaking from the kiss, Willma gasped and felt as if her body was going to burst into flames as the reality of the moment hit her like a ton of bricks.

"I... is something wrong?" Sarah asked.

Willma quickly thought of a lie and replied. "N... no I um... I just need to powder my nose." Pivoting on her heels, Willma quickly walked to the ladies' room, trying to escape her primal wants and the woman tempting her.

Once in the restroom, Willma splashed cold water on her face and then looked in the mirror. "What am I doing?" She said to herself with panic as every part of her body was seared with confusing thoughts.

While she was trying to think of an excuse to leave the beautiful woman waiting in the bar, Willma couldn't help but feel her pink nipples strain against the satin of her bra and powerful tingles in her groin as her wetness soaked her satin panties.

When Willma thought she had come up with an excellent excuse, she heard the restroom door creak open. Turning around to see who had entered. She leaned against her bathroom counter and gasped as she saw Sarah walk in. Seeing Sarah's sensual curves and youthful breasts, causing the button of her blouse to strain from holding them back, Willma's primal urges took over, making her forget about the cleaver lie she came up with.

"Is everything okay?" Sarah asked as she slowly headed towards Willma.

"Yep! Everything is fine!" Willma blurted out. Then her cheeks reddened before she coughed. "Well, that was a lie." Willma finished.

"Oh?" Sarah asked while she continued to seductively move towards Willma.

Again, Willma felt the heat in her cheeks, and her heart began to race. "Y... You see, I, um... I've never kissed a woman before and...."

"And?" The beautiful woman said with a soft smile on her face, prying Willma to divulge more.

Taking a deep breath and nervously smiled. "And I... I kind of liked it."

Once she confessed, Willma noticed Sarah standing directly in front of her. Then, Willma watched Sarah's graceful hand reach and caress her face. Again, Willma could smell the woman's perfume and feel the heat coming off Sarah's body which only aroused her more.

"So, do you want to... kiss some more?" Sarah asked.

I... I would like that...." Willma replied.

Before Willma could chicken out, she opened herself up to Sarah, took her in a soft embrace, and watched Sarah lean in and kiss her lips. The kiss felt like electricity was coursing from Sarah's lips, and she couldn't stop trembling in the woman's arms. At that time, any fear Willma had vanished, and she gave into her inane curiosity.

Then, Willma felt her lips being parted by the beautiful woman in her arms and her smooth tongue slowly entering her mouth. Until that moment, Willma had never kissed a woman so passionately, and she found the sensation dangerous and exciting.

While the kiss between her and Sarah grew passionate, Willma felt the younger woman's fingers slide down her hips and thighs, then hook around the hem of her short skirt before pulling the material up her nylon-covered thighs. The sensation of being seduced in a restroom caused Willma to break from the kiss and pant like an animal in heat.

J... Jesus...." Willma moaned as more of her creamy fluids oozed from her engorged slit.

Again, Willma couldn't believe she was going through the sexual encounter with the beautiful woman in the restroom of the hotel's bar. Still, there she was, opening her legs so Sarah could lift the material further up her thighs and reveal the lacy tops of her nude stockings.

When Sarah's fingertips reached her black, satin panties and caressed her puffy folds through them, Willma inhaled hard, dug her nails into the sexy woman's shoulders, and almost tore the fabric of Sarah's shirt as pure lust filled her body.

"Oh... F... fuck!" Willma gasped as little jolts of erotic energy flowed from her wet slit, then flooded through her quivering body.

"Oh, my God! You're so wet, Willma! I need you so much!" Sarah gasped.

The next thing Willma felt was being lifted off the floor and gently placed on the sink counter in the bathroom. Then she heard a tearing noise coming from the junction of her legs as Sarah tore her panties from her body.

"S... Sorry, I um... I couldn't help myself...." Willma heard Sarah panted as she tossed the torn material to the floor.

As she felt her legs open wider and her soft, wet folds exposed, Willma grunted, "D... don't stop baby... Please don't stop...." After pleading with Sarah, Willma looked into the woman's brown eyes, then bit her lip so hard that she tasted the hint iron flavor of her blood trickle into her mouth.

While Willma looked into Sarah's eyes, she saw an intense hunger and a slight look of disbelief as if she was just as shocked as Willma was. Before Willma could say anything, she watched the young woman grip her stocking-clad thighs and pull her to the counter's edge, so her bottom rested on the corner, making Willma feel even more vulnerable.

The sudden jerking motion caused Willma to fall back and hit the mirror behind her causing her head and shoulders to rest on the glass surface. Although the pulling motion was abrupt, Willma loved the sensation of being manhandled by Sarah. Then she placed the heels of her shoes on the counter's surface to stabilize herself for whatever the sexy woman had planned.

Still looking down her body, Willma reached for her right breast and squeezed the fleshy mound before moaning from her stiff nipple stabbing into the palm of her hand. As she offered her body to Sarah, Willma watched Sarah's arms come from her outer thighs, and then her delicate fingers tenderly dug into her inner thighs while never looking away.

"Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God..." Willma chanted in a raspy voice as she felt her wetness leaking from the gap in her lower body and spill onto the counter she was placed on.

When she felt Sarah's hot breath caress her swollen sex, Willma was going to say something. Still, as soon as she felt her labia spitting apart from Sarah's exploring tongue, she could only let primal grunts come out of her, along with high-pitched squeals of delight, melting into the erotic moment.

As lewd slurping sounds came from her groin, Willma thrashed about on the counter and felt intense waves of sexual energy rip through her body. "H... Holy shit! T... That feels amazing!" Willma finally squealed out as every part of her body burned with desire as she heard the beautiful woman moan from devouring her dripping pussy.

"Mmmm... Willma... you taste so good...." Sarah moaned between her vulgar slurps.

Hearing the woman tell her how good she tasted made Willma blush, but the assault on her erect clit only made Willma want the woman more. So, reaching down, Willma gripped Sarah's silky hair and pulled her face closer to her slit to feel more of Sarah's tongue dancing against her throbbing clit.

Willma's moans and Sarah's slurps echoed in the hotel's restroom, adding to the sinful moment. At the same time, Willma let her raw desire take over and caused her to melt into the counter and Sarah's slippery tongue. Never had Willma felt such intense feelings between her legs and a powerful urge building in the pit of her belly while drool leaked from the corner of her lips, even when she was with her ex-boyfriend. The sensation of another woman lapping at her slit and moaning out in delight, Willma felt her heart beat so hard and heard its rapid beating echo in her ears.

"S... Sarah... if you don't stop... you'll make me cum...." Willma grunted as her toes began to curl in her heels and a fire grew in the pit of her stomach.

With those words, Willma realized that she only encouraged Sarah to lap at her slit even more, pushing her closer to her little death. The next thing Willma felt was Sarah's soft lips wrapping around the upper part of her folds and the gentle nibbling of her clit. The sensation of Sarah's sharp teeth and slippery tongue dancing against her pulsation clit made Willma thrash about on the sink counter like as if she were being electrocuted and caused un-human sounds to escape from her mouth.

While Sarah devoured her wetness, Willma grunted and tried to push the young woman away. Still, she felt the beautiful grab onto her hips firmly, pull her swollen folds to her mouth, and avaricious suck on her engorged clit. Then, in a brilliant flash of white light, Willma felt all her wanton desires crash to her groin and made her little death gush from the gap in her body.