My weekend at the real estate convention turned out to be anything but the humdrum experience I’d anticipated.

As I sat through a boring seminar, I noticed a familiar asymmetrical haircut in the crowd. It belonged to Marci, a recently divorced mom whose kid attended the same school as mine.

I marveled at the odds of running into her at an out-of-town business event. As horny as I was, I also wondered what would it feel like to run my hand along the shaved two-inch section of her scalp and tug on her remaining locks. Something to grip onto as I guided her mouth to mine.

I was staring at her, and I knew it. I watched her trace the top of a pen against her pouty bottom lip as she tilted her head to the side. Suddenly, she caught my gaze. Her eyes widened in recognition, and she smiled.

That grin kicked off a jolt that went straight to my cock. Hello. A single dad and a single mom — out of town for the weekend. I’d be insane if I didn’t try to tap that.

When the session broke for lunch, I waited at the back of the room. Marci noticed and worked her way toward me. She wore a straight, black skirt, whose hemline hit right above the knee, a cream-colored tank and black heels that gave me all sorts of ideas about fucking her with them still on.

Good Lord.

“Didn’t know you liked to play house,” Marci joked as she approached me. The throaty tone of her voice said a lot — like she’d be into any games I might suggest.

“I’m a developer,” I managed to croak. “I build them. Just here to see what the market’s like.”

“Nice. So you’re one of the big boys.”

As she spoke, she did this thing

with her eyes, where she unabashedly looked me up and down. 

“You could say that. And you?”

“Oh, I’m here taking notes for my firm,” she said. “Not really my area of expertise, but my schedule was … open.”

Everything she said took on another meaning.

“Gotcha. Want to get lunch?”

She nodded, and we turned to leave. I placed my hand on the small of her back, and the material of her tank had edged up slightly, allowing my fingers to brush against her bare skin. I felt her shiver ever so slightly.

After going through the convention center’s buffet line, we sat on the patio in the sunshine.

After her last bite, she placed her hands on the table and leaned forward to propose, “There’s only one boring session left. What do you say we skip it and have a little fun instead?”

“I like the way you think.”

I liked the way she looked even more, but I kept those comments to myself. It was already obvious where our afternoon was going.

The best part of hooking up with someone at a hotel-based conference is the convenient location. Most attendees stay in the same place, and that was certainly the case with Marci.

Without hesitation, she led the way to her room. 

As soon as we entered the empty elevator, she pressed her body against mine. Fuck yeah. Her tits were firm and round. I wanted to pull down her tank and bury my face between her breasts then and there.

Instead, I slid one hand around her to cup her ass, and her mouth sought mine. The moment our tongues met, she moaned and my cock went full throttle.

Upon reaching her floor, the rude ding of arrival broke us apart — but only long enough for us to stumble down the hallway to her room.

I hadn’t realized what a sexual slump I’d been in. But even after that short preamble to my unexpected encounter, I suddenly felt alive! It has been too long, but I was certainly ready to make up for lost time.

Marci quickly unbuttoned my shirt, and I finished stripping it off. She dropped her hands to my pants and grabbed my cock through my clothing.

She didn’t beat around the bush!

“Did you ever notice I always check you out at back-to-school nights?” she asked, giving my prick a squeeze.

Funny, I’d always wondered if she even knew who I was!

“Well, you’re a hard one not to miss,” I told her, earning a wicked smile.

Without delay, Marci slid down my body, got onto her knees and unfastened my khakis, pulling them down to my feet.

Before I had a chance to think about stepping out of the tangle of fabric, she’d fisted my shaft and was pumping me hard and fast. Then her beautiful lips closed around my cockhead and the wet heat of her mouth engulfed me.

“Fuck me,” I muttered helplessly as I slid my fingers through her hair.

One hand cruised over the suede-like side of her shaved scalp, while the other tangled in her tresses as I gripped her tightly. That little cocksucker gave head with gusto!

Feeling devilish, I tilted her head back and pumped my hips until my dick hit the back of her throat. Her eyelashes fluttered, and I flew past the point of caring if I came right away. A ball of need built at the base of my spine, and I felt my eyes roll back into my skull.

“I’m gonna come,” I told her.

I loosened my grip, giving her the choice to pull away. Instead, she gripped my ass and held me close, pushing me over the edge. I always thought there was something sexy about a woman who swallows. My cock unleashed a stream of come, and a powerful rush coursed through my body.

As my tremors slowed, she kept up her energetic pace, delivering playful licks to the sensitive tip of my cock and sending aftershocks ricocheting through me. The back of my thighs shook from the effort it took to stand.

Finally, she let go, and I sagged, bracing my hand against a chair. She’d sucked all the energy out of me — and then some. 

“And that’s just the beginning,” she called over her shoulder as she headed to the bathroom.

I heard the sounds of drawers opening and shutting, and then running water. After that, she returned buck naked with a warm, wet washcloth and a condom.

I spied a barely there patch of light brown hair on her mound, but her lower lips were smooth and exposed. I guessed her age to be about 27 or so. Her breasts were more than average, especially for someone so petite in every other way. Her waist was trim, and she had nice, wide hips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she purred.

Could she get any more perfect? Perfect for fucking, for sure.

The rest of my clothes got flung here and there, and we moved to the bed. Every swipe of the washcloth against my prick amped up my arousal. We were both ready for round two sooner than I’d anticipated.

As Marci lay on her side, I feasted on her glorious globes. Her already stiff nipples seemed to harden even more under my tongue. As I flicked those little nubs, I reached between her legs to seek her snatch.

With my fingers, I thrummed her slick folds, loving the way her body responded.

“You. Inside,” she pleaded, rocking

her hips.

“I was thinking the same thing,” I told her.

I grabbed a pillow and encouraged her to roll onto her stomach.

“Lift up,” I told her, jamming the cushion under her hips and positioning her ass at the perfect angle. I slipped on the condom, positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed.

She groaned, and I felt some resistance. Damn, she was tight!

I pulled out a little and then charged forward again. At the same time, she rolled her bottom, and in moments I was in her.

She felt so snug and warm. After a few thrusts, I began to find a comfortable rhythm. I leaned over her, resting one palm to the side as I reached beneath her to rub her clit.

Nothing else mattered in that moment. No outside pressures. Just the pleasure of her body. Marci might have been small, but she was a bundle of erotic energy.

Although I hadn’t come all that long ago, climactic sensations built inside me once more and carried me toward a furious conclusion. The bed bounced under our heaving bodies, the headboard hit the wall, and I didn’t give a fuck who might be listening. I knew my ending was fast approaching, but I wanted to make sure she got off first.

“Tell me what you like, baby?”

“Play with my ass,” she panted.

Her kinky demand made my balls tighten. I could have easily shot off right then, but I held off. I sucked my index finger into my mouth and got it as wet as possible before teasing her puckered hole.

“Yes, that’s it,” Marci hissed.

Her body jerked, and she pushed toward me, fucking my finger as I reamed her pussy with my dick.

The harder I took her, the wilder she got. It wasn’t hard to imagine what she’d be up for next time around.

Her thigh muscles clenched, and her whole body seemed to seize as her climax wracked her body.

“Oh, Jack. Do me harder.”

Marci braced herself against the bed with her elbows and lurched back toward me with incredible speed. The added momentum sent us both hurdling into bliss. I shut my eyes as a burst of light behind my lids shattered my senses. My cock throbbed as I came, filling the condom with my cream.

We slumped onto the bed together, and I pulled out, giving her ass a playful slap as we rolled to the side. She giggled. I bet she liked to be spanked, too.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked out loud, more to myself than her.

“Call it a meeting of the minds,” she said. Then she added, “Don’t feel like you have to stay. We’ll catch up later.”

She snuggled into the pillow and nodded off.

As quietly as possible, I dressed. I left her curled on her side, sleeping, and returned to my room. But something in my gut told me we weren’t done yet, and that night I learned I was right!