Hotel Blonde by Henry Fever

What do men do when they’re away on business? They work hard and run up huge bar bills while fantasying about the chambermaid. A chance meeting in a lift leads two people to a hot date on a hotel bed. She’s hot ‘n’ wet and he’s hard ‘n’ horny.

It was a Sunday night and I was in Birmingham on business. I was staying in one of the city’s decent hotels and had spent most of the evening in the bar. Feeling like I really should head to bed as tomorrow was a busy day; I made way to the lifts.

As I hit the button number four, I heard someone shout, “Hey, hold on”, and put my hand out across the shooting out door and in she stepped. She was dressed in a very wet navy swimming costume and was trying unsuccessfully to hold a fluffy white hotel towel around herself. Her short blonde hair was dripping water over her face and shoulders.

“Which floor? Good swim?”, I asked
“Two questions!” she said, “Fourth.”
“Same as me…”. Up went the lift.
“Not a bad swim, very warm pool”, she continued, dropping her room key, “Opps!” I did the gentlemanly thing and bent down to get it for her and of course she did the same, stumbled over my bag and straight into my stomach, leaving a wet hair patch on my new blue shirt. “Oh my god, I ‘m so sorry, really I am, very sorry….”.
“No really its my fault”, I said, pointing at the bag.
“Oh no look at your shirt, here let me”, and before I knew it she was dabbing at me with a corner of her towel. There I was, with a wet swimming-costume clad blonde bent over rubbing my body and me starring at her room key, which was still in my hand. Then her towel falls off her waist, I grabbed it in an attempt to keep her covered. It has the effect of knocking her off balance and she fell into me again, her whole body covering the length of mine.

As she scrambled to get off me, her whole body flushed with embarrassment. “You’re even wetter now,” she said as she scooped her towel from the floor. Here was a ping and the lift doors opened, “Its our floor, quick get out.” I picked up my bag and she took her key and across the corridor shouting out “My room’s here, come on, let me dry you,”

“No, really there’s no need,” but I was already stood in the doorway. She walked over to the dressing table, dropping her towel along the floor and picked up the hairdryer. I noticed the wet material clinging to her very sexy and pert butt cheeks. She pressed the hairdryer into action and beckoned me over.

“Let me dry you off”, she said and smiled. I went over and she immediately started blowing the hair dryer at my chest. “Whoa”, I growled, realising the heat and grabbed the hairdryer in one hand and her in the other. I pulled her into me, her arms wrapping around me, not resisting. Our lips met, the hairdryer crashed to the floor.

I pulled her damp warm body in close, warm and wet and very sexy, my hand working over her back, down to her bottom, up through her short hair. A pause, a moan, from both of us and we spun round, she fell onto the bed lifting her legs, slightly parted, she pulled my arm with a very saucy grin on her face, “come on” she said. I knelt on the bed next to her and rested a hand on her belly as I leant in, to kiss her some more. I felt her put my hand down her moist pubic mound, a glance down and I saw her other hand pulling her costume to one side, her legs widening in anticipation. “Swimming always makes me wet and not just the water”. My fingers explored her neatly trimmed damp hot pussy. “All those muscles and tight trunks and the girls in the changing rooms” she moaned. “Oh yeah I can see what you mean”, I said as I slipped my finger in and out of her tight little cunt.

Her fingers worked at my belt, tugging. She wanted in, she wanted my cock. It was now probably four minutes since she stepped into my lift and I had my finger up to the knuckle in her wet pussy. She bent over and she popped out my cock and popped it straight into her mouth, not even looking at it, straight to the suck. “Oh suck it you dirty little bitch”! I got a mumbled reply and a look upwards from her big blue eyes. I fingered her hard, wanking her hole, wanting to fill it.

“Fuck me”, she said, wriggling up the bed, towards the bedside cabinet. Feeling in the drawer she pulled out a packet of condoms and tore them open with her teeth and tossed one over to me. I got the shiny gold wrapper open and slipped it on in record time and pressed between her thighs. She held her pussy open, her legs wide apart, coaxing me inside. As she watched my knob go in she pulled her swimming costume straps over her shoulders, to reveal firm tanned tits and tweaked her nipples. “suck ‘em you fucker”, she commanded and I did, as I slipped in firmly, up to my nuts. I went straight for the nipple nibble, sucking and nibbling while pumping her hard. Her head was thrown back, lips parted as she groaned.

Less than ten hard thrusts later and she started to come. “Oh you bastard” and my spunk rose quickly and half a dozen thrusts later and the fuck was over. I pulled out, put my cock back into my pants, zipped up. I’d deal with the condom later I thought. I picked up the condom packet and the rest of the box and stuff them in my pocket, as she stuffed a couple of fingers up her cunt.

“Time to wank now honey, bye”, she said, smiling. I left the room, walked a couple of steps along to my room and the lift opened, a man stepped out and I heard him open a door behind me. I turned round just in case and sure enough he was entering the room I had just left. I heard him say “Caught you!” and then close the door. I wondered if he’d need the other johnnies I had just swiped.

I got into my room and crashed onto the bed. I zipped open my flies and got the condom off my cock, the spunk spilling onto my trousers. I tugged at it, wanking it hard, sex always makes me need to wank to further some more. I rolled at the other pink Johnny and thought “tough I’ve used it now” and imagined the boyfriend/husband/lover slipping in his naked cock, filling her up within a minute of me pulling out, beginning to fill her with his spunky juices. My own juice flooding out to fill the second condom. “Jesus” I said and fell back to dream about it some more.

The next morning, the couple were in reception, only a glance from her, no smile, just a glint in her eye and a stirring lump in my pants.