Jet-lagged from my flight, I rolled my suitcase into the airport hotel. Magnetic key card beeped open my room—impersonal, perfect for transit sins. View over runways blinked lights. Nadette, old colleague I’d bailed out in her lonely new gig, texted: dinner at hers. Anonymity hit hard—no one knew me here. One night, then wheels up.
Her apartment block loomed downtown. Elevator dinged, suitcase thumped behind. She opened the door, curves hugged by a simple dress. We ate fast, shop talk flowing—her isolation woes. 9 PM, Scrabble buddy ghosted. No call. She grabbed photo albums. Couch squeezed us tight, table cluttered with tiles. My arm grazed her tits turning pages. She didn’t pull back—pushed into it, chest heaving.
The Stopover
Switched albums, my right arm draped her shoulders. Pulled her close. Her head on my chest. Left hand lifted her chin—lips crashed. Tongues danced hungry. Fingers popped dress buttons. Right hand dove into cleavage, groping soft tits. She unbuttoned my shirt, nails raking torso. Bra in way—undid it, tossed on table. Tiles scattered. Fuck Scrabble.
Palmed her tits from base to nipples, slow circles. Mouth followed—sucked, licked, nipped. Sighs escaped. Stood her up, dress pooled at feet. Tits pressed my chest, hard nips poking. Deep kiss. Kissed down neck, tits, navel. Hands yanked panty elastic—wet, clinging to bush, see-through. She gripped it. I latched nipple hard, fingers teased slit through fabric. Moan—panties dropped.
Pushed her to couch, knees hit floor. Kissed up thighs, spread legs. Dove into pussy—wet folds, clit throbbing. She fumbled my pants, freed stiff cock from briefs. Messy 69. Her mouth slurped deep, hand gripped balls. I tongue-fucked clit, thumb in cunt, finger in ass. Couldn’t hold—spurted down her throat. She bucked, roared orgasm, shaking.
The Transit
Phone rang. Buddy apologizing. Naked Nadette winked: ‘Bernard and I played. Open game, hot tussle. Hope for rematch.’ Hung up, giggles.
Shower called. Lips locked under spray. Soaped her—back, legs, belly, tits squeezed, ass kneaded, bush lathered. She stroked my cock rigid. Rinsed, dried each other. Bent her over tub. Spread cheeks, tongue on pussy lips. She arched. Licked long, then stood—hips grabbed, cock slid easy into slick heat. Leaned in, pinched nipples rolling hard. Fucked harder, hips slamming. She gasped: ‘No pill.’ Pulled out, ropes on ass cheeks. Quick rinse.
Legs jelly. ‘Couch or bed?’ Bed won. TV flickered ignored. Nude cuddle, crashed out.
Morning wake-up kisses: neck, sucked tits till peaks stiffened, tongue-flicked clit. She pecked cock. Time up—duty called. Dressed, suitcase zipped. Front door kiss. ‘Dinner at mine tonight?’ She nodded. Stopover hooked permanent.