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 kick back in a T-shirt and jeans while enjoying a sandwich and a beer in the hotel’s lounge.

I was pleased to see Lynette, a rep for one of the major vendors. She asked if she could join me, and I eagerly said yes. Lynette stood out in my memory — she was six-four. I’m six-two, and not used to looking up at women.

“Let me buy you a drink,” I said.

Lynette smiled and said, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

After she ordered, Lynette said, “I’m like you. 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.

“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 eyes 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 so I could pull off her shorts. She hadn’t bothered with underpants. I ran my tongue slowly up her thighs and teased her clit with a couple of licks, but 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 jeans. “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, then 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. I got facedown on the bed, adjusting 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 pro. Soon she had me roll over onto my back. The treatment that followed involved her hands, breasts, and mouth fulfilling my wildest fantasies. She then 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 back 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.

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

She came back to the bed with the beers and noticed my hard-on. I’d barely had a sip of mine 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. Instead, 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 also had a full view of her boobs swinging with each stroke.

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