12-28-2024, 05:48 AM
Traveling for work found me in a hotel in Memphis, TN, last week, and as my normal evening routine unfolded of having a bourbon and a cigar outside on the patio, this smartly dressed and very attractive lady came out, lit a cigarette, and we started talking. I learned she was an investment banker from Portland, OR, and was in town to finalize some contracts. After her smoke, she wasn’t in a hurry to leave as we kept talking. She kept dropping little innuendos, and when I caught on, she was open to anything. Throwing caution to the wind, she leaned over and whispered, "Let’s go to my room and bring your bourbon."
As someone who often enjoys solo moments during work trips, this encounter was completely unexpected. It wasn’t just her striking appearance and confidence that captivated me but also her sharp wit and engaging conversation. There was something magnetic about the way she carried herself—poised yet inviting. When she made the bold suggestion to join her in her room, I didn’t hesitate. I quickly went to my room, grabbed the bottle of bourbon, and made my way to her room, which, conveniently, was on the same floor.
Her room had a welcoming ambiance, dimly lit with soft music playing faintly in the background. The door was left slightly ajar, and as I walked in, she greeted me with a warm smile. I poured our drinks, and we sat together on the couch, our conversation flowing effortlessly. Then, with a tone of honesty and directness, she said, "Let’s not kid ourselves. We both know why we’re here. But before we begin, there’s something you should know—I am a woman in every sense of the manner, except I have a dick. Does that bother you?"
Her candor took me by surprise, but it didn’t faze me. In that moment, I admired her courage and authenticity. "Hell no," I replied with a smile. The relief on her face was evident as she leaned in and kissed me deeply, a kiss that held both passion and gratitude. The chemistry between us intensified, and soon, she stood before me, revealing her body. Her confidence and beauty were undeniable, and I felt any initial shyness dissolve as the moment took over.
We explored each other with curiosity and excitement, unburdened by expectations. She admitted she hadn’t prepped for penetration but suggested we find other ways to enjoy each other’s company. What followed was an intimate connection that surpassed the physical—it was passionate, raw, and mutual. We 69ed for what felt like hours, savoring each other’s pleasure and climaxing multiple times. Her cum was sweet, a detail that surprised and delighted me, and she swallowed every drop I gave her without hesitation.
When it was time to leave, she kissed me again, her gratitude evident in her eyes and her smile. "Thank you for a wonderful night," she said as we exchanged numbers. The feeling was mutual—I had shared a night filled with openness, connection, and pleasure that I wouldn’t soon forget. As I walked back to my room, I reflected on the experience, realizing how rare it is to meet someone so unapologetically themselves. It was an encounter that reminded me of the beauty of living in the moment and embracing the unexpected.
As someone who often enjoys solo moments during work trips, this encounter was completely unexpected. It wasn’t just her striking appearance and confidence that captivated me but also her sharp wit and engaging conversation. There was something magnetic about the way she carried herself—poised yet inviting. When she made the bold suggestion to join her in her room, I didn’t hesitate. I quickly went to my room, grabbed the bottle of bourbon, and made my way to her room, which, conveniently, was on the same floor.
Her room had a welcoming ambiance, dimly lit with soft music playing faintly in the background. The door was left slightly ajar, and as I walked in, she greeted me with a warm smile. I poured our drinks, and we sat together on the couch, our conversation flowing effortlessly. Then, with a tone of honesty and directness, she said, "Let’s not kid ourselves. We both know why we’re here. But before we begin, there’s something you should know—I am a woman in every sense of the manner, except I have a dick. Does that bother you?"
Her candor took me by surprise, but it didn’t faze me. In that moment, I admired her courage and authenticity. "Hell no," I replied with a smile. The relief on her face was evident as she leaned in and kissed me deeply, a kiss that held both passion and gratitude. The chemistry between us intensified, and soon, she stood before me, revealing her body. Her confidence and beauty were undeniable, and I felt any initial shyness dissolve as the moment took over.
We explored each other with curiosity and excitement, unburdened by expectations. She admitted she hadn’t prepped for penetration but suggested we find other ways to enjoy each other’s company. What followed was an intimate connection that surpassed the physical—it was passionate, raw, and mutual. We 69ed for what felt like hours, savoring each other’s pleasure and climaxing multiple times. Her cum was sweet, a detail that surprised and delighted me, and she swallowed every drop I gave her without hesitation.
When it was time to leave, she kissed me again, her gratitude evident in her eyes and her smile. "Thank you for a wonderful night," she said as we exchanged numbers. The feeling was mutual—I had shared a night filled with openness, connection, and pleasure that I wouldn’t soon forget. As I walked back to my room, I reflected on the experience, realizing how rare it is to meet someone so unapologetically themselves. It was an encounter that reminded me of the beauty of living in the moment and embracing the unexpected.