A few weeks ago, my coworkers and I flew to California for our firm’s annual awards gala. It’s always a fun weekend, but this last one was by far the best and the most memorable.

After meeting up with five of my coworkers for drinks at the airport bar, we boarded our flight. We’d all requested aisle or window seats, so we were spread out throughout the plane. Twenty minutes into the flight, I noticed this gorgeous guy staring at me from across the aisle. I’m just about six feet in flats, with dark hair, green eyes, and a body toned by regular hours at the gym, so I’m accustomed to guys’ stares. But this one couldn’t take his eyes off me. I quickly sized him up and determined that he was definitely flirt-worthy.

Opting to have a little fun on my way back from the bathroom, I deliberately bumped into his shoulder, then stopped to apologize. I flashed him my best smile and rubbed his upper arm before returning to my seat. I never gave him a chance to respond, but I got a really good look at him. He had olive skin, strong facial features, and a shaved head, which for me is the ultimate in sexiness. He got extra points for the broad shoulders and firm biceps. For the remainder of the flight, I closed my eyes and fantasized about rubbing my hands over his bald head while he tongue-fucked me silly.

When we landed, I had to pass him again to get to the exit, but this time I felt his hand brush against my ass. I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but that little encounter had my panties soaked. I looked back and smiled seductively at him, wishing that I didn’t have to catch up with my colleagues. I would much rather hook up with baldy and have wild hot sex with him for the rest of the night. Instead, I met my coworkers and we shared rides to our hotel. While checking in, someone suggested we meet at the hotel bar for drinks later. I went to my room to shower and change, then decided to head down early to look around.

I walked into the bar and thought my prayers had been answered. There was my wet dream — looking hotter than ever. I took the stool next to him, ordered a drink, and introduced myself. It turned out that Tony and I worked for the same firm, but he was new and worked out of a different office, which explained why I’d never seen him before.

We started chatting, and it wasn’t long before Tony’s hand was on my thigh, stroking my leg. I rested my hand on his leg and lightly traced the muscles with my fingers. I could tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he was as attracted to me as I was to him. Now, I’m no slut, but I wanted to caress his smooth skull and suck his cock so bad that I whispered my room number in his ear and gave his cock a light squeeze before leaving the bar.

I returned to my room and left the door slightly ajar, confident that he’d follow my lead. I was about to raid the wet bar when I felt strong hands on my waist. I turned and Tony pulled me toward him for a devastating kiss. If he hadn’t been holding me so tight, I might have swooned. Instead, I pulled away from him and began to strip his clothes off so I could run my hands over his heavily muscled body. I undid his pants and his rigid cock sprang free. I ran my tongue around the huge head and he let out a deep moan. I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked hard while stroking his shaft. When I began fondling his balls, his moans grew louder. Moments later, his hot come filled my throat.

Then it was my turn and he couldn’t undress me fast enough. In his haste, buttons flew off my shirt as he tore it open. He undid my bra without incident and immediately began swirling his tongue around my swollen nipples, sending ripples of pleasure right through me, making me weak in the knees.

Tony scooped me up into his arms and laid me on the bed. We quickly pulled off our remaining clothes, and he went straight to my pussy. It was even better than I’d imagined on the flight. Tony went to town sucking and licking my clit. He had a long, flexible tongue and slow, steady fingers that seemed to be everywhere at once, wringing multiple orgasms out of me. And then there was his bald head — the smooth skin felt incredible under my fingers, and that alone was enough to make me come.

I’d barely recovered from the oral attention when he slipped two fingers into my pussy, curled them just right, and hit my G spot! What a rush! When I finished thrashing and crying out, I actually felt sorry for the guy and hoped that I hadn’t scared him off. But he was still there, smiling at me, waiting until I calmed down. I regained my focus and pulled him toward me for a hot kiss. This guy had me so aroused that what I really wanted to do was cover his head with whipped cream and lick it off! That’s right — I said I wasn’t a slut, but I never said I wasn’t a little kinky!

I settled for wrapping my legs around his waist and guiding his thick cock into my throbbing pussy. I love a thick cock, and this guy’s was absolutely enormous. I caressed his head and felt his hot breath on my neck as he told me how good it felt to be inside me. He started thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then harder and faster, making me meet his thrusts until I finally cried out that I was coming. He came right along with me, grunting and filling my tight snatch with his load.

We lay there breathing hard, amazed at the intensity of our orgasms, when I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be at the bar. I didn’t want anyone to come looking for me, so I called one of my coworkers on his cellphone and told him I was too exhausted to come down, but I’d catch up with them in the morning.

Tony and I went on to test each other’s endurance all over the room, finally finishing up in the shower. We ordered a late dinner from room service and ate it in bed. Tony didn’t leave my room until dawn — and that was only because I pushed him out the door.

We’ve already made plans to get together again when we return to New York City, and I’m going to make sure I have plenty of whipped cream on hand for when my kinky side takes over!