The Dildo

I slid her jacket off her shoulders, and she shrugged it back, tossing it aside with a flourish. We would both be getting out the irons before the show the next day.

Her hands went to loosen my necktie, and I made it more work for her by needing again to lick and nibble at the sides of her neck where they met her shoulders. She made quick work of the tie anyway.

My hands meanwhile found her chest, gently but insistently sinking into the softness of her breasts through her white cotton blouse and the less than substantial bra beneath. Buttons, so many buttons to undo...

Lynda matched me button for button as we opened each other's shirts, then we pushed them off each other's shoulders as one. With a jerk, we let go of each other to rip them off our arms and toss them away. I was naked.

She was not. I had more wonderful work to do.

The bra was quite plain, smooth, and flesh-colored. But despite its two lovely handfuls of cargo, it really was insubstantial. And I spied a front clasp. Nice.

It yielded to my fingers easily, and I spread wide the garment, letting the prize spill out for my enjoyment.

Yep. She kept these lovelies in an ephemeral bra because they needed little support, just some control of any unprofessional jiggling. That was important, because they were sure jiggling now. I stared at them for a moment, then dove in to grasp their sides and bury my face against them. I licked and sucked on one pert, pink nipple, then the other, making silly gobbling sounds as I did so that made Lynda laugh.

I played away until she remembered to slide the bra off her shoulders. At that signal, I plopped to my own knees before her, nuzzled the cute navel with its barely protruding belly button, and reached around her to grasp and massage that ass which had been the first thing I'd noticed as being well above par about her. Damn, it was tight. I could have done that for a while, but I could feel no zipper in the back of the skirt. I slid my hands around to her sleek hips and found it on her left side. With a swift tug, I pulled it down, and let the garment slip to puddle around her ankles.

"I guess that we've now established that I did not expect this day to go down like this," Lynda said almost sheepishly. She was wearing very basic cotton, full-coverage panties beneath what looked like bog-standard Hanes 'nude' pantyhose.

"As long as it goes down this way, what do I care?" I asked, surging back to my feet. I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her ass and lifted her up. I'm not exactly a body-builder, though I keep in shape, and lifting her was not easy. But I figured that if I kept up my momentum, I'd be okay. With her free of the ground, I turned and rushed her through to the freshly made bed, plopping her down with more relief than I wanted to show. She bounced on the edge of the mattress, and I bent without hesitation to curl my fingertips under the waistband of the hose. I tugged it down, grabbing the panties as I went. Lynda, caught up in the moment, arched her back and pressed her ass upward to make my quest easier. I freed the hose and undies from her hips and shoved them down swiftly to her ankles, leaving them tangled there. Getting them free from her ankles would give her something to do...

For my part, I eagerly pressed her knees apart and bent my face to her crotch.

I paused, right above her snatch, and made a show of inhaling happily, drinking in the heady aroma she exuded so marvelously. It was rich and musky, but even after a day on the show floor, still somehow fresh.

"Such an elegant bouquet," I opined in my best wine tasting showoff voice. "I can only imagine the delights to be had from..."

"Lick me, you asshole," Lynda growled.

Seriously, how had she been hiding this fabulous, earthy personality?

I wondered how loud she would be when she came, and got down to work finding out.

As a single woman with a... mechanical love life, Lynda did not waste the time on shaving herself down there. She was a mass of redolent curls, already sodden down below. She did, I noticed, make the effort to keep all the edges sharp and neat. Did she wear a swimsuit in public at home? I'd ask later.

Much later.

I leaned in fully, pressing my mouth to her nest and letting my tongue out to hunt in the bush. She hissed gratifyingly as my taster first began to explore. When I lifted both hands between her legs to let my fingertips comb her pubes and spread them aside so my tongue could delve deeper unobstructed, she hissed even more happily.

I groaned happily too, because God-Damn was she so rich and robust against my tongue. Clean, flavorful, and appreciative. The way her hips almost immediately bucked at my tongue's penetration left me eager to find out how wild this woman could actually get.

Eager, but patient. First, I would see just how big a puddle I could make of her just like this.

The answer was, a very big, very wet, very loud puddle--one that exploded in violent bliss very soon after I finally deigned to actually flick her clit with my tongue. My fingers, already buried within her, were practically crushed by how powerfully her interior pulsed, and I really, really hoped no one nearby in the hotel had gone to bed already to catch an early flight out.

She had long ago freed her ankles and feet from the pantyhose and underwear, and as she came so marvelously, her thighs clenched tightly around my head. I was twisted to the side as she rolled that way herself, whining in ecstasy.

I tugged my head free of her still twitching thighs and looked down on her with a smile, caressing her firm, elegantly curved hip.

Lynda panted for a good while, then smiled up at me breathlessly. She slid off the edge of the bed where I had perched her and slid to her knees on the floor with me. She grabbed my head and crammed our lips together in a tongue-filled, breath-stealing exchange that left me breathless almost before it began.

I may have been shy about kissing her right after she blew me, but Lynda had no such restraint about opening her mouth wide against mine right after I had had my face buried in her snatch. Our kiss reached a crescendo, and then, almost in unison, we each collapsed to our haunches and leaned against the bed. We panted softly, then smiled at each other. I reached out and cupped a breast idly. Or as idly as I could with that lovely mass of flesh in the palm of my hand.

"Oh my god, Davis," Lynda panted. "You are going be an amazing fuck, aren't you?"

Well... that sounded promising!

She looked at me with lust in her eye, then a sparkle ignited therein. "Want to stick that sweet cock in me now, or have some dinner first?" she asked slyly.

My body knew the answer, and tensed to push her back up off the floor onto the bed so I could plunge my cock into her with abandon, but my mind smiled back at her instead. "Let's go have a really stupid good meal first," I said. "We can talk about something neither of us will remember as we fill our stomachs and think about what we are going to do to each other when we get back here."

"I really planned on this being a room-service trip," Lynda admitted shame-facedly. "Please tell me you did some research on what's nearby?"

I had, and we sat there on the floor, still naked and momentarily exhausted, hashing out which of the cool places I had found online would fit our current, very particular needs...

Twenty minutes later, we were dressed in the same clothes, albeit a little rumpled, and moving through the dining room of a nice Italian-Asian fusion restaurant to a table that left something to be desired in the intimate and romantic department.

Our drinks were slow to arrive, and we smoothly fell into a discussion of the various potential customers and their school districts that we had met that day. But our business discussion soon derailed as we careened into discussions of the various personal foibles of that same group, making fun of the slightest weirdness, especially anything remotely sexual that they had exhibited, or even merely suggested.

We agreed that while I had enjoyed a far wider selection of visitors to the booth who were attractive to me, Lynda had won the top prize with Carlos Alcazar. He was from a small school in Pueblo, and had a bevy of three public school administrators who followed him around the floor like doe-eyed groupies.

"So would you rather have dumped the contents of your purse in his lap instead of mine?" I teased, just little curious.

Lynda looked at me, actually considering the question.

"No," she said at last. "That hunk of man is just what I like as mental fuel for those toys." She leaned forward slightly, and I caught the merest trace of cleavage. "You have what it takes to get me out of my mechanical rut."

I was going to pound her into the mattress so fucking hard...

"Why, Ms. Wells," I said, changing the subject... sort of. "I don't think I have ever seen you wearing a blouse with not one but two buttons so scandalously undone! It's not very businesslike."

"Shit, you're right!" Lynda hissed, pulling her body inward and clutching at the neck of her blouse, as if chagrinned. Then her hand twitched and lowered with yet another button unbuttoned. "Is that more to your approval, oh arbiter of propriety?" she murmured.

"Hell yeah," I breathed.

Our food took that moment to finally show up, and we destroyed it in tragically record time, because I vaguely remember it being quite delicious.

It was shame. I had read about this place online in several articles, and had been looking forward to possibly trying it since I was first scheduled for this Denver conference. What should have been a real treat, and one of the best kind of perks about living the road warrior life, instead quickly gained momentum as a pell mell rush to finish eating as quickly as possible.

I was not complaining.

The waiter appeared once more and seemed faintly taken aback at the speed with which we had demolished the food. "Well," she stuttered. "Dinner seems to have met with your approval," she went on, back on an even keel. "Can I interest you in dessert?"

"Oh, I don't think..." I began, but Lynda cut me off.

"Perish that thought, Davis," she purred. "We want two slices of that chocolate silk pie I saw on the dessert cart earlier," she told our waiter.

The waiter turned happily to go, while I nearly glared at Lynda. We had places to go and each other to do...

She merely smiled at me. "Oh," she called out after the retreating form of our server. "And those are to go, please!"

*

Ever seen one of those movies where a couple are flirting over dinner or drinks, and suddenly there is a smash cut to the two of them practically falling through the door to a hotel room, ripping each others clothes off and generally heedless of all else?

Yeah, I had never experienced anything like that kind of ridiculous scene, and I have had my share of spontaneous evenings. But that was what that evening felt like. One minute, we were being brought an over-sized shopping bag with two gigantic pieces of chocolate cream pie, and what felt like the very next, we were kissing in the hallway in front of her suite's door, leaning against it so that when she unlocked it, we almost literally fell into her room.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I marveled that an hour or so's dinner could have me more worked up than the same amount of time as foreplay. I fervently hoped the same was true for Lynda, because I intended to fuck her the instant if became physically possible.

Fortunately, it did seem to be the case for her too...

We didn't even break our kiss as we each began to tear each other's clothes back off. When we started by shoving each other's suit jackets off our shoulders, that also sent her purse and, more importantly, the bag of dessert crashing to the floor.

I almost paused to check the pies, they had indeed looked very good. But they could wait. And if my dropping them had messed them up, I could just mash my broken piece all over Lynda's body and devour it that way.

Actually...

I 'inadvertently' kicked the bag to the side as I bent to remove more of Lynda's outfit.

We worked our way across the entry and toward the bedroom, still kissing hungrily and well on our way to completely naked. As we neared the bed, I almost tripped when she dropped my underwear to my ankles and caressed my painfully eager cock.

I kept my footing and kicked free of the underwear, leaving me naked, with Lynda wearing just her panties. She had definitely neglected to put her pantyhose back on... I picked her up, and she cuddled against me. We shared a momentarily tender kiss, before she grabbed my head and her tongue tried to mine my throat for diamonds or something.

I tossed her onto the bed, where she bounced on her back with a whoop. I landed over and tugged her panties down. She wriggled and giggled as we made quick work of getting her naked as well.

I swiftly climbed up on the bed and directly over Lynda. I pushed her legs apart and nestled between them. I kneeled over her taking the briefest moment to appreciate the unlooked-for beauty beneath me, before bending too swiftly, but also too briefly, to suckle on one breast then the other.

That need addressed, I lay fully upon her, supporting my weight with one arm. I cupped her long chin with the other and kissed her some more. My cock pressed eagerly against her mons, and my balls could feel the heat and moisture emanating from below.

I broke the kiss and looked at her.

"Now?" I asked.

"Immediately," Lynda growled. "And before you ask, I'm covered."

Thank god she was, and thank god she thought to tell me. It would save me some panic and agony later, the back of my mind realized. The front of my mind was all business.

I tilted my hips, maneuvering the head of my cock down between her legs, and Lynda spread her legs wide beneath me welcomingly. Her pubes were indeed sodden, and it finally sank in how sodden her underwear had been when I'd pulled it off of her. Dinner as foreplay must have worked for her too...

I worked my purple head around, easily finding her petaled opening through her short hairs. I pressed. I slid in easily at the very first, but despite how wet, and how eager she was, she was still tight. And as hungry and eager I was, I wanted to make this slow anyway.

Inch by inch, I worked my way into the best of my co-worker's previously hidden depths. My hand slipped from her chin down to grasp at her bouncy breast, pinching the nipple a bit each time I delved a little deeper. Her hands remained wrapped around me, stroking the muscles and shoulder blades of my back.

With an ecstatic groan, I bottomed out in her, our pubes tangling together, bellies pressed against each other and already getting a little sweaty. I paused there, reveling in being inside her. Lynda slowly lifted one leg, then the other, and wrapped them around the small of my back.

"Go!" she commanded.

I went.

I pulled back, and stroked back into her, savoring each stroke, and savoring the feeling of being buried inside her at the end of each. One or the other or both of us moaned with each thrust. I knew I couldn't be doing much for her clit in this position, but my cock felt the bumpy ridges of her gee with each passage. I wondered which was better for her personally, and resolved to find out before the night was done.

"Fuck this is good," she groaned as I drove into her.

"Better than your violet friend?" I teased riskily.

"Fuck yes! Harder!" Lynda laughed.

"It's bigger," I pressed the point.

"Yours... ungh... is alive!" she cried happily. "And the rest... of what... ooooh... it's attached to..." she groaned on, sliding one hand down to grasp my ass. She both fondled it and used it as a handle to pull me harder into her with each thrust. "The rest of you... ain't too bad... either!"

"Gonna throw the dong away then?" I asked. We were both working up a good sweat by now.

"Fuck that!" Lynda chortled. "I still... will need it." She suddenly bore down on my with her inner muscles. "And it is... oh, wowwww... still pretty good. Ungh. You are just way.... urgh... fucking better!"

Yeah.

There was that. Good as this was, and Lynda was on another plane of existence above Rosy Palm and Her Five Friends, we still lived 2,000 miles apart, and saw each other maybe twice a year. This wasn't going anywhere other than nirvana for the evening.

Well... Nirvana it was!

I picked up my pace, and we grooved silently for a bit, each panting and grumbling happily at the rhythmic stimulation.

Then suddenly both her hands were on my ass, holding me motionless and deep inside her. In a single fluid motion, she unclasped her legs from around me and heaved us over, rotating our bodies to leave her body suddenly atop mine. She was surprisingly strong, and had us most of the way over before I could even register her desire and aid the maneuver.

Her hands slid free of my ass as we rolled, and she propped herself up over me, looking down with a grin. Her boobs dangled down over me enticingly, and I reached up of grab them both. She grinned hungrily as she slowly pulled her knees up under her, keeping my cock well within her.

I squeezed her tits. "Go!" I commanded.

Oh yeah. She knew how to go.

Her hands pressed into the mattress to either side of my head, lowering her breasts near my face, and her thighs and hips worked in perfect harmony to ride my cock like some heavenly machine.

"Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuck!" I groaned happily, letting my head sink back into the mattress for a space of time, eyes closed in utter bliss. On she stroked, tight but nearly frictionless walls sliding on and off my cock.

But the lure of those boobies dangling above me was too much, and I lifted my head to suckle on one, then the other, gently biting her nipples, while tugging the free one with my fingers.

"Harder," she moaned, as I nibbled on a pink nipple. "Just a little harder!" I obliged happily.

I may not have been able to do much for her clit before, but she had positioned herself to make up for it now, and I could tell she was stroking it along my shaft with each undulation. I hoped it was good for her. In fact, I hoped is was incredibly good for her, in part because she deserved it, but in part because it was overwhelmingly good for me, and this round was just not going to go on much longer.

"Are you... uhhh... close?" I gasped. "'Cause I..."

"Just come in me," Lynda demanded. "Let me feel it. Oohhhh! I'm right there too..."

Well, alrighty then. I forced myself to leave her tits alone to wobble in my face as I shifted my grip to her hips and began to hammer up into her in time with her own undulations. Her boobs bounced hard now with each impact of our hips and that sight, along with the new frenzied fuck, sent me over the edge into some sort of haywire inside-out world. I came so hard in her, my fingers felt hollow and I practically screamed with pleasure.

No.

Okay, I might have screamed a little myself, but the big scream was Lynda's. Her easy rhythm atop me suddenly went ragged, and her body jerked spasmodically. I felt her insides clench on me hard, over and over again. I desperately tried to keep up my own thrusts, even though my body felt like an empty husk, because as long as I kept going, she seemed to keep coming.

And like a switch being thrown, we both stopped. She collapsed atop me, our sweat-slick bodies instantly adhering to each other. Everything throbbed with scrumptious aftershocks. We gasped and panted for air. Despite how colossally confused and spent we were, I did manage to think to slip a hand between us to grab a tit once more. It was fun, but also gave my mind something to anchor on.

"Oh... fuck me," she gasped happily.

"Give me a few minutes, but sure," I laughed.