Happy hours really weren’t her thing. Especially ones attached to out of town business conferences. A bunch of random people sitting around making small talk with other random people. She could think of better ways to spend her time. But since her coworkers had begged, pleaded, cajoled and coerced - she finally agreed. Perhaps a little time out would lift her mood and reduce her stress a bit.
After a time, and pomegranate martini or three, she was starting to feel more relaxed. She had to admit she was starting to enjoy herself. Surprisingly, the men there weren’t the typical boring type. She managed to have a few lively conversations with a few interesting gentlemen.
She couldn’t help but notice, however, one man in particular. Every now and then, his eyes locked with hers until she looked away. His eyes were the brownest she’d ever seen and they seemed to hypnotize her. The way he stared -- it seemed as if he was looking right inside her.
When she finally gathered the courage to look up again, he was gone. She did a quick scan and decided that she had missed her opportunity.
“You have an amazing ass. I’d love to do so many things with it.” She hadn’t noticed him come up behind her, but the way his voice resonated in her ear made her instantly wet.
He sat down next to her and bought her a drink. She was completely captivated. They made seamless conversation. They talked about football while he put his hand on her thigh. He must have read the glint in her eyes. “You’re thinking that you should object, but your body doesn’t want to, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t,” she managed feebly. “You are embarrassed at how your body responds, aren’t you?” She could only manage a nod - especially since his fingers had discovered the wetness of her crotch.
“Have you ever been finger fucked while sitting at a bar? Are you afraid someone may see me fingering your hot wet pussy?” His fingers plunged so deep inside, she thought she might faint.
“Here. In exactly ten minutes, you’ll need this.” He slid something to her across the bar. She looked down and noticed that it was a hotel key card. She wasn’t sure how to formulate a reply. Should she display indignation? Disbelief, what? It was a moot point anyway because in an instant he was gone.
She scrambled to her feet and quickly found his key. Was she really going to do this?
Between the flutters in her belly and the knocking of her knees, she thought for sure she was crazy. Somehow, she found the fortitude to open the door. She heard music but saw no one. Making her way to the bedroom, she found a note on the bed: Shower, put these on, remain standing, and wait.
Quickly, she complied. She sat on the bed, freshly showered wearing lingerie, heels and a blindfold. After jumping at every creak, rustle and sound generated by her anxious imagination, she sensed his presence.
She couldn’t think. He was fucking her so rough but it felt incredible. So incredible that she felt an orgasm barreling down like a freight train. She was so turned on she could feel her own wetness leak onto the sheets.
As he grabbed her hair with one hand and her neck with the other, he began to squeeze more firmly, just a bit past the point she thought she should be concerned. He nuzzled close to her ear and growled, “Fuck. My little girl has gotten Daddy incredibly turned on.”
“But the next time I say be here in ten minutes, that’s what I mean.”
He flipped her over on to her belly so that she was now in his favorite pose: face down, ass up.
“Now Daddy is going to make you pay for being late and making me wait. And you are going to pay. Deeply….”
