After being on my feet for three days of instructional seminars at a recent convention, I was tired of wearing a suit and tie. It felt good to just kick back in my T-shirt and shorts, and enjoy a sandwich and a beer in the hotel’s lounge.

I was pleased to see Lynette, a rep for one of the convention’s major vendors. She asked if she could join me, and eagerly I said, “Sure.” I surprised myself because I am not good at remembering names, but Lynette stood out in my memory — she was six-four. I’m six-two, and not used to looking up at women, so she really made an impression.

“Let me buy you a drink,” I said.

Lynette smiled and said, “I’ll just have what you’re having.” I ordered a mojito for Lynette and another for myself.

“I’m like you,” Lynette said. “I like to go casual on my own time. I saw you in the lobby and noticed how comfortable you looked, and thought I’d join you.”

I smiled and lowered my eyes to her chest. “And I’m glad to see that you’ve also changed.” I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I guess you noticed I’m not wearing a bra,” she said. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“They look perfect. I’ve always been a breast man,” I said. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but so far we seemed to be on the right track.

“On the trade-show floor, you said you’d give anything for a good back-rub. I’d be happy to oblige if you’re still in need,” Lynette said. The gleam in her eye reminded me of our brief conversation earlier that day.

“That’s just what I need,” I said. “Is this a good time?”

“Let’s finish our drinks first. Then we can go up to my room,” she said.

Once we were in Lynette’s room, she said, “Let’s start by helping each other take off our clothes. I really want you to see my boobs, and I want to see what you’ve got to offer. Then we can take a shower, get into our back-rubbing, and see what develops.”

Lynette lay back on the bed and asked me to take off her sandals. I did, and slowly caressed her legs all the way up to her crotch. Lynette lifted her hips for me to help her off with her shorts. Like me, she hadn’t bothered with underpants. I ran my tongue slowly up her thighs and teased her mound with a couple of licks. She pushed me away and stood up so I could help her out of her blouse. She was a gorgeous, full-bodied woman. And, yes, those breasts did look fabulous!

She playfully pushed me onto the bed and took off one of my sandals. She squeezed my bare foot between her legs and held it firmly against her snatch while she took off the other sandal. I rubbed my foot against her wet love nest, making her moan. She rubbed my other foot across her full tits. I arched my back and Lynette pulled down my shorts. “Nice meat. And it’s my favorite size,” she said as she squeezed and gently tugged my eight-inch cock.

When I stood up, she pulled off my T-shirt. We took a quick shower together and stepped out to dry each other off. We used a towel, but I did find a few stray droplets that I had to lick off her tits and tight butt.

Lynette insisted that she give the first back-rub. Face-down on the bed, I adjusted my hard-on so she could get started. She had her pussy riding on the heel of my right foot while she went to work on my back, butt, and legs like a professional. Soon she had me roll over onto my back. The treatment that followed involved her hands, breasts, and mouth, fulfilling my wildest fantasies. She even sat on my face, and we sixty-nined until we both came.

Then it was Lynette’s turn. I repeated the massage and caresses she’d just given me, including rubbing my cock and balls over the backs of her thighs and ass. When I rolled her over, the fun was all mine — and the pleasure was all hers. A couple of hours later, the sheets were soaked and we were both spent, but very content.

Still naked, Lynette asked me if I wanted a beer. I told her I’d love one, so she got two out of the fridge. Just watching that naked goddess walk made my dick hard again.

She got back in the bed with the beers and noticed my hard-on. I barely had a sip of my beer before she got on her knees and put her soft lips around my cock. In seconds, her lips and tongue had me ready to blow.

Then Lynette turned around and told me to fuck her from behind. I stood up and pulled her to the edge of the bed. We’d just started when she raised one leg up and placed it over my shoulder. God, she was really limber!

“I love seeing a big dick sliding in and out of my pussy,” she said with her head down between her arms.

I’m a big fan of that position, too. I had a full view of her swinging boobs with each stroke. Also, standing up while screwing was a nice change.

When I think about it now, not only was Lynette amazing, but she was also in full control from the first moment in the lounge. Honestly, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.