Far down the hall, we hear the bell of an arriving elevator.
I try to pull out, but she holds me firm. “No, let’s wait a little……” she smiles and I can feel her working her kegels on my cock and I respond by clenching and trying to get my crown to swell inside her.
We both lean back a bit and look down at our two lotuses, seemingly growing out of each other……….
The raucous sound of Vegas partiers draws ever closer, but she keeps me locked to her, actually giggling a little bit………..
“Nice! I want to get a picture of that, but now may not be the time because I can see our intruders! Okay, when I say go, ……………. You follow me……………………………….. “Go!”
She releases me, grabs her clothes and starts running back toward the elevator……… I pull up my pants, grab my shirt and follow. Two couples have rounded the bend in the hallway. One of the men, points at us and starts yelling. She opens the door to her room and we dive through.
As we close the door behind us, one of the women yells “Don’t worry, ……….what happens in Vegas, stays……..”
We are both breathless and laughing, our lust drive broken for a moment.
But in her unique, special way, she once again sets the tempo. She steps back and watches as I succeed in finally getting my shoes and pants off.
And we are now far enough apart that I can visually take in all of her at once…………..
So many layers to this woman…………………… In the space of a few minutes, she got me to risk this project and my company’s well respected reputation because I like body odor and she offered herself to me in a hotel hallway………….
Without warning, I suddenly realize I am naked in another way. What the hell have I done? She could be a professional and this is all a set up by a competitor to compromise me with a client.
I actually put together an operation like this once from the other side of fence. It was so easy. My client needed something on an opponent and all it took was a bit of ego stroking by a sexy woman and this moron went all in ……………..what do they say about men thinking with their ‘little head”? Because that was exactly what I had just been doing.
But in that scenario we used a knockout 26 year, not an older, strong, striking adult woman …………. And I know I would have walked right past the woman we used.
This woman took me on a visceral level with too much common ground (most folks don’t know about my tattoo work and as far as the odor kink…….). No, there is too much kismet to this.
However, I can’t seem to shut down my paranoia.
I start looking around the room trying to spot locations for hidden cameras and microphones. Knowing that if well placed, I won’t find them without a scanner, I realize I have two choices. Walk out or move forward.
And if this isn’t a setup, just the hallway episode would be enough to sink me. Luckily, people screwing in hallways, stairwells and elevators is not uncommon in Vegas and does not get examined much. Damn, I don’t like this feeling.
I feel my arousal draining away.
“Hey, you! Where the fuck did you go?” Her head cocked, she is standing across from me with her hands on her hips. Her affect is guileless. If she is a pro, she should farm out to Universal Studios or Mossad.
I want to believe my gut, but remain completely at sea…… this is not familiar turf at all.
“Sorry, I just have never done anything like that before. As you know I am here as a consultant and if I…………………….”
“Wait a second — WE were just fucking in the hallway.”
“Yeah, but you were the one who stepped to me first, back on the elevator.”
“Yes, I know all that. And that is why you got me so fucking excited. Most men would have backed away. Not only did you not back away, you fucking licked my armpit for Christ’s sake. Hell, when we were walking the hallway, I was so wet that I thought you might be able to hear my pussy lips squishing against each other.”
“Next, you took a big risk, just by taking off your shirt and joining me in some nipple torture. But when you dropped down between my legs, your bare ass hanging out, I thought you were the hottest thing on earth as you truly had ‘skin’ in the game.”
She laughs and waits for me to do the same, but I just I just stand there, trying to find my way into believing her or leaving.
“It might surprise you, but I don’t exactly do this on a regular basis.” She says with a shrug.
“Then just how often do you pick up men on elevators and have public sex with them?”
“Honey, I don’t know about you, but there are not a lot of options out there in our age bracket. I am actually a very private gal. I have a Tinder account and even a Silver Singles account, but have been severely disappointed in the pickings out there with maybe one or two exceptions. And when there was sex, it was pretty fucking vanilla.”
“That does not answer my question.”
“Well, to be accurate, you had two questions! One: No, I have never ‘picked up’ anyone on an elevator. Two: Yes, once in New York, I was staying at the Standard and had read in the Times about people openly fucking in the their glass walled rooms, in full view of folks on the Hi Line.”
“I convinced a co worker to do it with me but it wasn’t that much of a thrill and he was a lousy lover.”
“So just what is this about? You say you’re not some cougar or an exhibitionist………..”
I feel like I am losing control of this exchange.
“First of all, I think cougars and milfs go after young men, not someone who I am pretty sure is older than me.”
“Fair point, but still not an explanation of what is taking place here.”
“For me, it started on our first elevator ride. I watched your eyes, you checked me out but you weren’t leering or lecherous. That in itself was actually a turn on. Now that I know what you do, I understand a bit more of how you assess people, cold and analytical.”
“But you had a tell…………. I saw you inhaling me. I know my funk is strong and most people step away after I have worked out. But I like body odor and think that Americans in particular have some serious hang ups in that regard. You seemed to be a bit like me.”
“Then you did that cold thing when we met again later that night. Hell, I took a chance and played with my bosoms for you and got no reaction. I just figured I read you wrong. But I will admit that I have been masturbating while fantasizing about you taking me in the hallway……
…………..wait a second, you’re interrogating me, aren’t you? You have that look again.”
“When you started grilling me, you were flustered, almost scared……. It was kind of endearing, even cute, but now you are Mr Security Man again and I feel a million miles away from you. So maybe we both made a mistake and you should just get the fuck out of my room.”
We just stand there, staring at each other. Throughout this conversation, I had totally forgotten/ignored the fact that we are both completely naked, so intense was our dialogue.
The situation is actually ludicrous. I begin to laugh, and shaking my head, I decide to go with my gut…………..”I’m sorry, I think I owe you an apology.”
“Ya think?” She no longer has both hands on her hips. She is now aggressively leaning forward. One hand on a hip, the other on her bent knee. Chin out…………… “Wait a second, I think I get this now……… Did you think I was a pro? Or that this was some fucking game? Oh dude, you live in a weird, fucked up world.”
“No, well…….. sort of……yeah, I had some concerns. I usually don’t get this vulnerable, I like being in control most of the time.”
“Me too, but the only thing I like more is being TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL and you and I got there for a moment. I’m just not sure of how to get back there now.” As she says this, she relaxes her aggressive posture and stands upright, letting her arms fall to her side, assuming a passive position and I do the same.
Damn, this woman has some power and yet the courage to turn around and go absolutely vulnerable. I am frankly fascinated.
We continue to face each other, two heavily tattooed closet freaks, past middle age, trying to find a way back to the wild, free space they had so recently lost. Still a bit on the back foot, I drop my gaze and focus on her body work.
The foundation of the tree that rises from her belly is a Polynesian mash up of Maori, Samoan and Marquesan motifs and really well done. In my passion, I missed much of the subtle grey work. There are wind bars flanking the circle and tree, running up her rib cage and over her breasts.
When the wind bars reach the swell of her breasts, they morph into leaves and falling petals, fading in and out. It’s part of what really makes the stark black of the tree and color of the blossoms “pop”. Major work, but totally private and not on display for all. Besides a penchant for body odor, we seem to have this in common too.
I see her drinking in my work as well. “Turn around” she commands. As she sees my back, she laughs, “Damn, we hide ourselves well, don’t we?” She comes forward and pushes up against my back, reaching around me, palms on my chest, pulling me into her.
I feel her lay her cheek against my shoulder blade, as she presses her breasts into my back and her pelvis into my butt. It’s not sexual, it’s a hug. It’s warm and tender, unlike any of our contact to date. She begins humming and rocking the two of us left and right.
“My turn to apologize. I knew you had a lot to lose and I just didn’t care. You made me so crazy out there. The matching lotuses were like some special sign and when you started rimming me, I simply lost it.”
She keeps rocking us, laughs and holds me tighter. “What a pair we are! My last tinder date was with a cop who couldn’t get much past missionary. You sure aren’t him. And I’m a sucker for sphincter love. Oh Good Lord, I can’t believe I just said that. I’m okay now. Are you sure you are too?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I say with a strange catch in my throat.
“Good. Because I owe you something.”
Dropping one hand down, she grabs my cock and using it as a rudder, steers us toward the dresser. I place my palms flat on the dresser and place my feet far apart, hoping this is what she wants.