My job requires a lot of business travel. On my last trip I asked my boyfriend, Andrew, to join me.

We started out a day ahead of my scheduled meeting, and along the way decided to stop for dinner and cocktails. I’d heard a couple of my coworkers talking about a new strip club, and I told Andrew it might be fun to check it out. He was surprised, but agreed. As we drove up to the club, he suggested we stay for a show and dinner.

“Dinner and dessert will be served later,” I said. The naughty look I gave him let him know exactly what I meant.

He handed the car keys to the valet. While Andrew went to pay the cover charge, two beautiful, negligee-clad women with tight bodies, large breasts, and ridiculously high heels approached me. With one hand on my shoulder and one on the small of my back, one of them asked, “So, do we get to play with you tonight?” I saw hunger in their eyes, and although their offer was tempting and made my clit tingle, it was my first time at a place like this, so I smiled politely and declined. Then Andrew and I found seats close to the stage.

Every place I looked, I saw gorgeous women. They moved to the music and wrapped their legs around poles as if caressing a cock. Watching their sensuous moves made me horny. Under cover of the tablecloth, I put my hand up the inside of Andrew’s thigh. He was practically poking a hole through his pants. While we sipped our drinks I stroked his manhood, which led to my pussy becoming dripping wet. He wanted me to take him in the back room and give him a lap dance of my own, but I told him he’d have to wait. Then he pressed his fingers against my engorged clit and rubbed it.

After several girls had danced, he said I could easily compete with any of them. That was all I needed to hear — he was going to get the royal treatment once we reached our destination. Our hotel room would be the perfect place for me to give him that lap dance he deserved.

We headed out, this time with me behind the wheel. We were talking about our plans for the rest of the evening when Andrew turned on the interior light. Hard rock was playing on the radio when Andrew unzipped his jeans and began to masturbate. His cock was erect and shiny with pre-come. Watching him was sending me out of control. I was getting hotter and hotter. I had never seen a man masturbate before, and my pussy began to throb. I wanted to reach over and wrap my lips around his engorged prick, but I had to keep my eyes on the road.

As he stroked himself, my hips moved up and down as if he were inside me. When he came, I reached orgasm myself. My nipples were hard and my panties were soaking wet. I grabbed his cock to catch some of his sweetness on my fingers, then eagerly licked them clean.

I asked him to lean toward me and bring his tongue to my ready clit, but he teasingly said, “That’s for later.”

Our drive came to an end after many smiles and a lot of laughter. The night was still young when we checked into our hotel. Andrew was playfully working the night clerk for a deal on the room. She finally gave in a bit on the price, and we laughed as she said, “We don’t give rooms away here.” After some fun banter back and forth, Andrew and I hopped in the elevator and rode up to our room. We were hot and horny from our sex-fueled ride.

We dropped our luggage and paused for a kiss. Our mouths melded in a passionate lip-lock that left me breathless. We decided to prolong our lust and head down to the hotel bar for some close-contact dancing.

As the elevator doors shut, we went down about half a floor, and the elevator stopped. It didn’t take us long to figure out we were stuck. We pushed the help button, and a red light came on. The night clerk answered and said she’d send assistance. After a few minutes had passed, we realized we might be there a while. We were alone in the elevator, with mirrors on the walls and brass handles all around us. Andrew gave me one of those looks I love so much, and reached over to undo my pants. With a sexy deep tone he said, “Remember what you asked for in the car? Here it is.”

I couldn’t believe it — right there in the elevator! I leaned back to grab the bar as he got on his knees. His tongue touched my clit and I thought I would melt. He put his fingers inside my snatch and found my G spot while licking my clit and lips. Slowly, from the base of my pelvis, he would pull his tongue up and over my clit. I thought I was going to come within seconds, but I held off. I could see Andrew in the mirror. I arched back and moaned with ecstasy. Then he gently placed my clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. Blood rushed to my head. With the pressure on my G spot and his tongue on my clit, he made me climax like never before. My legs buckled and I screamed, “Oh, my God!” at the top of my lungs. Shit, it felt so good.

Andrew looked up and smiled with my sweet juices on his face. He pulled down his pants and motioned for me to turn around. I held on to the bars with both hands, and he stuck his throbbing cock into my waiting pussy. I caught our reflection in the mirrors and felt another orgasm coming on. I watched him thrusting in and out of my pussy, and in less than a minute, I saw him arch his back to come himself. As he growled in ecstasy, I felt his dick surge inside me and pulse jism into me.

I didn’t think I had anything left in me, but I came a third time as he exploded in my honeypot. He pulled out, and just as I bent down to lick him clean, the elevator jerked and started to move. We knew we’d better get dressed fast. As we finished buttoning our pants, Andrew realized the intercom light was still on. The night clerk had been able to listen to and enjoy our entire interlude.

We exited the elevator with little fanfare and big smiles, then strolled past the front desk on our way to the bar and waved to the clerk. She gave us a smile big enough to rival ours and waved back. I can’t wait for my next business trip.