Cecilia likes to mix business with pleasure and encounters a very solicitous hotel employee who meets her — and her husband’s — exacting needs.

Jackson kissed me on the forehead and said, “Have a nice trip.” I immediately felt a wave of worry. I hated being away from him, even though I had to travel for my job.

“I’ll miss you,” I told him.

He kissed me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. This time, instead of a wave of sadness, I felt a flood of arousal.

“There’s lots of wheeling and dealing to do. And maybe, just maybe, you can find an adventure.” He said the words with his mouth pressed up against my ear. Then he bit my lobe and a shiver of excitement ran through me.

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Then afterward you can call me to report on your success, and we can spend some quality phone time together.”

He cupped my mound through my jeans as he spoke to me.

Inside my bulky sweater my skin broke out in goosebumps and my nipples grew hard and sensitive.

“How’s that sound?”

I struggled to find my voice because arousal had stolen it.

“It sounds good. It sounds … yes.”

I wondered if I’d be able to find a guy. I was picky. He knew that. Was this challenge to distract me from my fretfulness or was it an honest mission of a frisky nature?

He grabbed the back of my hair, tugged until I tilted my head back and kissed me hard.

“Call me and tell me what’s going on. Then when you get home, I’ll reclaim your pussy.”

I gasped against his mouth and considered canceling my trip and leading him to the bedroom.

Instead, I climbed into my work van, gave him a kiss through the open window and aimed myself toward my destination.

Usually, I’d be plotting my purchases for my shop and deciding how to haggle for deals, in addition to wondering if I had enough room in my van or if it was time for a bigger one.

Instead, I was shifting in my seat with my heartbeat thumping not just in my chest, but in my pussy, too. I wondered if my hotel had a bar or a restaurant. Or a pool — with a handsome pool boy.

I laughed to myself.

If there was a guy available for my amusement — our amusement — I’d find him. I’m good that way.

When I finally pulled up in front of the hotel, I was tired and ready for a hot shower and a hot drink. I found a place to park, grabbed my bags and headed to the front desk.

A petite blonde woman was helping a flustered older man. She looked a bit flustered herself. She flashed a forced smile at me and said, “Just one moment. I’m still assisting this gentleman. I’ll get someone else to help you.”

She grabbed the phone, murmured into it and hung up before telling me, “It’ll be just a minute.”

“No worries,” I told her.

And there weren’t. Because when a young man stepped out from the back room in a blue shirt and khaki pants, I realized I’d found my candidate.

Roy, according to his handy nametag, got me checked in as I studied his strong jaw, wheat-colored hair and big brown eyes.

He was big and strong, like someone who worked on a farm. I was already fantasizing about pulling his button down off his broad shoulders and watching his muscles flex.

He said something, and I didn’t respond right away.

I blinked at him, realizing he was waiting for an answer, and said, “Sorry?”

“Do you need any help finding your room?” Roy asked.

He was professional, smooth and cool. But he faltered just then, allowing his eyes to travel slowly down my body, and there was a twinkle of lust in his eyes.

I liked it. It gave me hope.

“I sure do. I’ve been driving and — ”

“I’ll help you,” he said eagerly, cutting me off and forcing me to hide a triumphant smile.

Roy carried my bags, and I admired his tight ass as he walked ahead of me. We took the elevator to the second floor, and he used a key card to unlock my door.

We entered, and he dropped my bags. We were standing a bit too close in the narrow entryway. Ahead was the bed. To our right was the bathroom, with a lovely glass shower and gray faux wood floor.

He went into his spiel: “There’s a restaurant that closes at eight. The bar remains open until ten. Then we have a small shop by the front desk that’s open 24/7, should you want anything late at night.”

I touched his name tag. “Roy?”

“Yes?” he asked, swallowing hard.

He was adorable.

“What time do you get off?” I almost laughed at my double entendre.

“In an hour.”

“Do you have wine in that little shop by the front desk? I mean bottles?”

“We do. We have — ”

I put my hand over his mouth. Then I kicked off my boots and pulled off my sweater.

I was feeling bold.

“I’m going to take a really hot shower. Bring up a bottle of red at the end of your shift — charge it to my room. That is, if you’re interested in having a nightcap with me,” I said with a smoldering glance.

He nodded vigorously, and I smiled. Then I unhooked my bra and tossed it toward the bed.

“See you later, Roy.”

I left him standing there in the hall. I went into the bathroom and stripped completely before getting under the hot shower spray.

I heard him shut the door as he left.

Then I began daydreaming, wondering what his tongue would feel like on my pussy and how big his dick was.

Very soon, I’d know.

An hour later, on the dot, there was a knock on the door. My wine had arrived, and so had my adventure.

I opened the door, stepped back and let him in. He’d taken off his tie and his name tag. He set down the bottle and two glasses.

“I told them I’d bring this up before I headed home. We’re not supposed to fraternize. I could — ”

“Go down the back staircase when you leave. Think about it.” I ran my finger down his chest to his belly and then lower.

His cock was like stone.

“Looks like you’ve made up your mind. Or part of you has.”

I slipped my hand down into his waistband, my fingertips skating over smooth cotton. I slid my hand into his underwear, found his shaft and squeezed him. His eyes rolled and his lids fluttered.

“I can stay,” he said.

“Good idea.”

He grabbed me more roughly than I anticipated, and his aggressiveness sent a thrill through me. His mouth came down on mine, and I gave his dick another squeeze. He thrust against my hand; his eagerness was infectious.

“Touch me,” I said.

I was wearing only an oversized white tee. He slid his hand beneath the hem, found my pussy and drove a finger into me.

“God, you’re wet,” he said.

“I’ve been waiting. The longer I waited, the wetter I got.”

His lips wandered down my throat, and he bit me here and there. The blips of pain flared through me and then arousal pooled like warm syrup between my thighs.

I was so horny, so ready for him, I ached.

“Take off your clothes,” I told him. I whipped my tee over my head and watched him undress.

He nudged me toward the bed, and I laid back with my ass on the edge of the mattress and my legs dangling over the side.

Roy got on his knees, and his mouth covered my pussy eagerly. His tongue was a slick strip of pleasure, and his teeth nibbled my thighs.

He shoved a couple of fingers in my pussy, thrusting and working me into a frenzy. He lapped at me, dragging the rigid tip of his tongue over my clit until my restless hips danced wildly.

His fingers pushed deeper, stroking me and touching the most desperate places inside me, and I came. I cried out with my orgasm, pulling his hair hard enough to make him grunt.

He stood, and his stiff cock was like a divining rod — standing out hard and straight. I purred as I sat up, then took him in my hand and directed him toward my mouth. My lips, tongue and stroking hand brought him right to the edge. Right where he was panting for air and struggling to maintain his control.

He growled, and the sound made shivers shoot down my spine. He moved forward quickly, pressing my knees high to my chest and spreading me open wide. I was at his mercy.

He placed his cock against my wet slit and pushed into me slowly at first. When I gasped and writhed beneath him, he surged forward, filling me fast and hard. I hooked my ankles behind his back, locking him against me.

He slipped his hand beneath my neck and kissed me. His other arm slid under my back. He held me still and close, and fucked me hard. He moved deep inside me, hardly pulling free before thrusting in again.

With every inward stroke, he bumped against my clit and sent shock waves through my body. I clenched my pussy tight around his driving cock and smiled when he groaned.

He rocked his lean hips, and I practically hissed with delight.

“I’m going to come soon,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Me, too,” I admitted.

I squeezed my cunt again, and he groaned once more. Another squeeze and then I groaned.

“Don’t you come yet,” I said. My voice faded as my clenching muscles kicked off pleasurable spasms I could no longer control. I was helpless.

I clutched his biceps as my orgasm hit me hard and fast. I cried out as I came, relishing the liquid pleasure that flowed through me.

“Jesus, you feel so good,” he said.

Splaying my fingers against his chest, I pushed him away from me. He stood abruptly, looking confused. I made him back up a bit, and when he moved, his cock bobbed like it was a balloon on a string.

Perched on the edge of the bed, I asked, “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He caught on and nodded.

I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, holding my hands behind my back. I slid my lips down his shaft. After a moment, I broke free and lapped at his sac until his hands were balling into fists at his sides. Then I slipped my mouth down his shaft again. I almost swallowed him all, making him groan.

He had a big dick.

When he was close to coming, I backed off a bit and used my hand. I stroked his spit-slick dick quickly, pulling a desperate sound out of him. I gripped him firmly and worked him faster but sucked his cockhead slowly. Finally, his fingers threaded through my damp hair and gripped me hard enough to make my eyes tear. Then he said, “I’m coming. God, I’m coming.”

He started to pull away from me, but I held his thighs and kept my mouth around his dick as he released hot spurts of cream. I swallowed his load and stared up at him to ask, “Do you want to come back and visit me tomorrow?”

He nodded, appearing to be at a loss for words.

I stood, wiped my lips and kissed him before saying, “Get dressed and go home to rest. I’ll see you tomorrow. Now, I have to call my husband and tell him all about tonight.”

He looked a little stunned, but like a good boy, he did as ordered.

I called Jackson to tell him everything. He told me to touch myself, and from the sounds he made as I spoke, I knew he was jerking off. When I got to the part about my climax, he came on the other end of the line. That set me off. We shared a moment of blissful silence and then he said, “Let me tell you what I want you to do tomorrow.”

I listened and realized I couldn’t wait to fulfill his fantasy.

I was up and out early the next morning. I perused the trade show and exchanged stories with fellow dealers. All the while, in the back of my mind was my impending date with Roy. Big, lanky, handsome, ready-to-please Roy.

When I returned to the hotel hours later, my chest was buzzing with excitement and my pussy was molten.

I passed the front desk, noticing Roy wasn’t there. I glanced at my watch and realized it was past his shift.

Maybe he’d left already, I thought.

Disappointment hit me hard. I didn’t want to let Jackson down, and I’d so been looking forward to playing with my new friend.

But my fears faded when I walked into my room to see Roy sprawled on the bed. He was naked and smiling — and his cock was invitingly erect.

“Hope this is OK,” he said.

“It’s more than OK,” I replied.

I stripped while he watched, and once I was nude, he sat up a bit straighter and so did his cock.

Knowing what my husband wanted me to offer this young man made me slick and warm between my thighs.

“Ready for me?” I asked.

“Hell yeah.”

“So, I figure,” I paused, making him squirm. “You’ll eat my pussy, and if you do it well, I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

He looked like he’d swallowed his tongue, and I laughed.

I crawled onto the bed, straddled his pelvis and slowly took his hard cock into my cunt, making him grunt.

I lowered myself some more, but then pulled off him and said, “Lay flat.”

I moved to let him reposition himself and then straddled his face.

I pressed my pussy to his mouth, and he lapped at my slit eagerly. His tongue was quick and clever. He drove it into my pussy like he was fucking me before swiping strokes over my clit.

I moved my hips and sank just a bit lower.

His muscular arms came up and his hands cupped my ass, holding me steady as he ate me.

I rotated my hips and shut my eyes. I stroked my nipples and pinched them as he dragged his wet tongue across my tender flesh.

“That’s good. Like that. I’m going to come,” I said as he focused on my clit.

I rocked my hips faster, pushing down on his mouth. He groaned, knowing if he met with my approval, he could fuck my ass. His sounds were a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

They got me off. Hard.

I came, grabbing the headboard. My climax hit me with exquisite force. My hips rocked forward, and he grabbed me, anchoring me to his face as he finished me off.

I moved down to straddle his hips again. This time, I let his thick cock slide into me quickly all the way to the base. I watched his face — slick with my juices — as I rode him.

“You want to fuck my ass?”

He nodded. That was it. No words.

“Are you sure?” I draped myself over his torso, pressing my breasts against his warm chest, and kissed him.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he managed to utter.

I climbed off him, stroking my clit and then pushed my slick fingers into his mouth. He sucked them, grunting, his eyes looking a bit wild.

I got on my hands and knees, facing away from him. I looked over my shoulder and said, “Come on, then. Stick that big, fat dick in my ass.”

I’ve never seen someone get on his knees so fast.

“Fuck my pussy first. Get my juices all over you. Then do it.”

His breath was ragged as he obeyed me. He grabbed my hips, lined his cock up with my cunt and slammed into me repeatedly. My pussy clutched his shaft with pleasurable, rhythmic spasms.

“Now,” I ordered. “Fuck my ass now.”

He pulled free and pushed his cock against my back hole. He advanced slowly, and I reared back to take him. He sighed as he entered me with ease. He stayed still for a moment, and then his fingers dug into me and his hips started to move at a sure and steady pace.

He suddenly seemed more bold, and his change in attitude thrilled me.

I slid a hand under my body, stroked my clit and felt my pussy quiver because I was on the edge.

The fullness of him in my ass created an exquisite feeling of pressure in my pussy.

His warm fingers splayed across my lower back. He stroked me there with a surprisingly gentle touch. His tender caress caught me off guard, and the pleasure of it all pushed me over the edge. I came, crying out with ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he said, moving faster.

I pushed back against him repeatedly. I wanted him to come. No — I wanted him to explode. I wanted the pleasure of it to be too much for him.

“Come in my ass,” I demanded, knowing those words would do him in.

They did. He shuddered against me, holding me tight. I felt the warmth and rush of his load pulsing into me. He pulled out of my ass and flopped back, exhaling loudly. I crawled to him and kissed his neck. He grabbed my hair, wound it around his fist and pulled me in for a deep kiss.

I got up and poured two glasses of the wine he’d brought.

We drank it slowly in bed.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now we finish our wine and then we say goodbye. I owe my husband a phone call. He’ll want to know everything. Then tomorrow I head home. But maybe I’ll see you next time I’m in town?”

“I’m totally in. It’s a date,” he answered with a wide, enthusiastic smile.