The Thanksgiving holiday meant little to me last year as business forced me to be away from my extended family. As the only single guy in the office, I often got the short end of the stick when it came to working over major holidays. Still, I hoped to make the best of it.

At the hotel bar, I had a really excellent cheeseburger and a cold beer. As I was enjoying a second brew for dessert, a hot chick slid onto the stool beside me and ordered a martini.

Her voice was a throaty purr that made me think of Lauren Bacall for all you old movie buffs — and I hoped that she knew how to put her lips together and blow.

“Hi,” she said, looking at me sideways. Her feline gaze held a hint of sexy promise.

I knew that look. It’s the one that says, “I’m open to possibilities tonight.”

She had long dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and a body that would make a holy man reconsider his vow of celibacy. She was clad in a red dress that was tight in all the right places and had a neckline that dipped low, showing off her generous rack.

We made small talk. She told me her name was Brenda, and that she was just passing through. I said I was in town for a conference that had already wrapped. Our banter was easy, our chemistry palpable. She sipped her martini while keeping her intense eyes focused on my face.

“Would you like to come up to my room?” Brenda eventually asked, her words barely audible over the bar’s blaring TV.

I have to admit that was not the kind of invitation I had expected when I entered that establishment for a quick dinner. But the way Brenda leaned in closer, allowing me to inhale the intoxicating scent of her perfume — and get a good look down her dress — made it impossible for me to refuse her sexy offer.

She and I took the elevator up in silence, the tension between us thick enough to slice with a knife. Once we reached her floor, she slid the keycard into her door and pushed it open. She turned to face me, her eyes reflecting her unrestrained lust.

I could already tell that I was in for a helluva night!

Brenda’s hotel room was dimly lit by a single lamp casting a soft glow and the curtains were drawn, shutting out the town’s streetlights.

As she slipped out of her heels, I admired her shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Without saying a word, she turned and sailed toward the bed, her silky dress whispering against her skin.

My eyes followed her every move as she gracefully perched on the edge of the mattress, her dress riding up her thighs. She patted the space next to her, silently inviting me to join her. My body responded before my mind had a chance to fully process the situation. I stepped closer, practically feeling the electricity crackling between us as I took a seat beside her.

Brenda’s hand found mine, and we laced our fingers together. Her touch was warm and firm, sending a jolt of erotic joy ricocheting throughout my body. We kissed for a little while, before her lips brushed against my ear, and she whispered, “Ready to take things further?”

“Yes,” I replied in a low, husky voice. Her boldness excited me as much as it made me nervous.

Brenda rose, pulling me to my feet. As we stood before the bed, she allowed her dress to fall away, revealing a matching set of crimson lingerie that clung to her kick-ass curves.

We kissed deeply as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Her skin was so soft and warm, and I felt my cock gradually growing harder, straining against the fabric of my trousers as I boldly manhandled Brenda’s bod.

We moved onto the bed, and she straddled me, her weight pressing down on me in a deliciously seductive way. She unbuttoned my shirt with deft fingers, her neatly manicured nails purposely scraping against my chest. Her teasing touches sent waves of pleasure through me as she bared my body, kissing and licking my exposed skin.

My own hands were equally eager to explore her charms. I traced the curves of her waist, the smoothness of her hips, and the swell of her breasts. Her flimsy bra was easily removed to reveal her firm, round breasts. I took one nipple between my lips, taunting it with my tongue. I felt that tiny nub harden as she gasped with delight.

Brenda’s hand reached down to my waistband, her nails grazing my belly as she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy with desire. She took it in her hand, stroking it briefly before scooching down and taking it between her lips. The warm, wet cavern of her mouth made me moan softly. Immediately, she began to suck, her head bobbing in a rhythm that increased the volume and intensity of my wordless exclamations.

My balls felt like they were boiling as Brenda’s tongue and lips treated my shaft to the most phenomenal blowjob I’d ever experienced. I rested my hands on her bouncing head as she rose and fell, keeping the tight ring of her lips sealed around my shaft.

The delicious friction nearly did me in, and I felt myself speeding closer and closer to the edge. But my savvy sexpot knew just when to stop, leaving me aching and longing for more.

Brenda slid off the bed, standing before me in just her red thong. With a wink, she slid it down, revealing her shaven mound and juicy snatch. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling me once again, and directed my spit-shiny dick toward her entrance.

Without any preamble, she sank down onto my spike. I groaned with pleasure. She was so tight, so warm, and so wet that it was all I could do not to come right there. She began to ride me, her hips moving in a way that was both graceful and primal. The sound of our bodies slapping together mingled with our gasps and moans, creating an impossibly sexy symphony.

Brenda’s bodacious breasts bounced along with her body. The motion of her boobs was hypnotic. I couldn’t resist reaching up to squeeze her tits, my thumbs playing with her pointy nipples. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she picked up the pace. Her inner walls tightened around me as she rushed toward her imminent release.

My brand-new lover and I moved together in a rhythm that seemed choreographed by instinct alone. The friction between us was sparking fiery bursts of pleasure that had me gripping the sheets. She leaned forward, her mane creating a curtain around our faces as she whispered filthy encouragements to me.

At that moment, she seemed like lust personified.

Brenda continued bucking as she slid her hands down my chest. Her nails lightly teased my skin as she maintained her control over our pace. She was driving me wild. I felt my orgasm was nearly upon me, but I gamely fought it back. I was hoping to stretch out our coupling and make this a one-night stand for the ages.

Once I’d gotten a grip on my runaway feelings, I clutched Brenda’s shapely hips, pulling her harder onto me. Each time I slammed her downward, I saw her eyes roll back into her head.

We were a tapestry of desire, our interwoven bodies moving in perfect harmony. I knew I couldn’t last much longer; there was no longer a chance of me holding myself back. Brenda seemed to be having the same sort of wonderful problem. She kissed me deeply, her tongue twisting with mine as she ground her body against me.

Suddenly, Brenda wanted us to switch positions. She rolled over, taking me with her, so that she was now beneath me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels pressing into my ass. The change in angle had me hitting new spots within her, and she moaned louder, her nails scrabbling against my back.

Our eyes locked, and I saw the animalistic hunger in hers. I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her slick warmth with increasing speed. Her breath came in short gasps as she arched her back, pushing her breasts upward. I teased one nipple with my teeth as she continued writhing underneath me.

Brenda’s pussy walls tightened around me, and I knew her climax was on the immediate horizon. I pumped into her harder, corkscrewing my hips to grind against her swollen clit. The combination of my lustful actions had her panting and whimpering. Her nails dug into my back, and her long legs further tightened around my waist.

Brenda was practically bellowing, and her breath hitched in her throat as she neared her orgasm. I felt the beginnings of my own impending release as pressure built in my balls. The tension was coiling inside her, and I knew she was about to come apart in my arms.

Upon my final thrust, Brenda’s cunt clenched around me, her entire body seizing as she reached her peak. Her orgasm wracked her entire being, her muscles repeatedly tightening and loosening around my dick. The experience of her coming undone was all I needed, and I promptly followed her over the edge, my own release hot and intense as my balls unloaded in bursts of bliss.

I spent the rest of the night in Brenda’s room, and the two of us continued sucking and fucking until dawn.

Thanksgiving was never one of my favorite holidays, but that particular one will remain etched in my memory forever. I never saw Brenda again, but it will be hard to forget the night that we satisfied our carnal hunger with a cornucopia of erotic delights.