Andrew Smith's Business Trip

You return to your hotel room late in the evening... after drinking with friends from the business conference you're attending.

 

I'm already in the room when you return, but you barely notice as you head straight to the bathroom

 

you turn on the shower and let the steam overtake the room as you wash your face, use the bathroom, and try to relax

 

you step into the hot water and enjoy the bath of steam around your tired body.

 

You're not drunk, but a bit tipsy...

 

As the heat turns your skin pink, I pull the curtain back... And you just smile, noticing my semi-hard cock as I notice yours...

 

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Her Boots

She wore black boots, small ones, size six. With gold buckles on the ankle and at the calf. A long gold zipper up the back. Thigh high stockings. A black skirt and white oxford. Her dark hair cascaded onto the white shirt in soft, welcoming waves. Her eyes a deep brown, mysterious and intense. Her skin pleasantly tan, even as the first cool days of autumn took hold.

Crisp, almost cold mornings and cool, inviting evenings. Warm sunny days. A favorite, fleeting time.

She worked in a basement office with a window at the ceiling so she could see the street, see the feet of the passersby, now mostly clad in boots or closed-toe shoes, reflecting the transition in the season. Now and then, some sandals still holding on to summer's warmth would pass, and she'd remember the feel of the warm sun on her own toes.

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Leather. Iron. Lust

This.  This image reminds me of a story....

She arrived at the airport late in the evening.  Another 45 minutes or an hour in a cab before she'd be at the hotel.  Her trip was mostly business, but included some pleasure stops.  She traveled often to promote her business and to network.  She entered the cab, gave the address, and almost instantly drifted to sleep.

He'd chosen the hotel because he'd stayed there on a previous visit.  Almost eight years before.  He'd admired the firm mattress and the iron, cage-like headboard.  The classic layout, the windows that actually opened, the cool of the morning as sunlight peered in.

The abrupt stop in front of the large, beautiful stone structure woke her.  The cab driver removed her bags from the trunk, and the bell hop carried them inside.  She checked her phone and gave him the room number. 

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Sex and Yard Work

She had dark hair with touches of grey.  Dark eyes and tan skin. She wore a black sports tank and black shorts. White Nike shoes and ankle socks. She was about average height and reasonably fit.

It was Saturday. Mowing Day. She always dressed just like this to mow. The white shoes tinged with green. The July sun beating down and warming her small frame through black cotton and spandex.

Her husband was out of town, as he was nearly every weekend.  Besides, he couldn't mow.  Allergies, he claimed.  She'd seen him all red-faced and sneezing after he'd done the yard work, so it might have been true.

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Andrew Smith's Lunch Break

She had been working for him for a week now. 

She was short, athletic, with perfectly round breasts and a narrow waist.  Her legs showed the tone and strength of her days as a high school soccer player. Her olive skin had a warm glow and her eyes were a deep brown.

She was always smiling. No matter what she did.  No matter what he asked of her.  Her lips were full and typically quite red. 

He had promised that if the week went well, he'd take her to a celebratory lunch on Friday.

When she came in, he'd told her that at precisely 11:30, she was to remind him to stop his work and take her to lunch.

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