The men had just left Connie and me. My vagina was still swollen, leaking, and even a little sore from the evening's antics. Both men had each fucked me twice. I don't know how they did it because they took care of her, too. I started to get dressed.
"It might be fun to find some other guys to play with," she casually offered. "On your own."
"I don't understand," I replied.
"There are bars in hotels where men are away from home," she said. "Or maybe you would feel better not starting in a hotel bar. There's a bar next door to a Hampton Inn way over by the airport. It's far enough away that nobody who recognizes you will come in."
"You mean go and pick up a guy? I wouldn't know how."
"Well, go in like you just want a drink. Don't dress like a whore. Jeans and a tee shirt," she suggested. "Sit alone at one of the tall tables, not the bar. Look lonely, hehe, staring into your drink. Maybe something will happen. Maybe you just get a couple of drinks and go home."
I was terrified and, at the same time, excited, a couple of weeks later when the opportunity arose. Hubby was out of state for several days after a big storm tore through Pennsylvania. I swear I was getting wet when I stepped out of my car and started to walk into the Gate Twenty Pub. I could see there was a waiter, so I didn't have to order from the bar. Connie had thought that a beer would go down slower than wine or hard liquor and give me more time to look lonely, haha. I did feel lonely staring into my glass.
I was getting discouraged by the time I finished my salad and ordered a second light beer. But then a middle-aged man, asked, "Is this seat taken?" I shook my head, no, and he sat across from me. "I'm Roger," he informed me before he flagged the waiter and ordered Jack and soda.
“Nicole,” I replied.
The conversation started out awkwardly, but we eventually established that I was a local and he was from Portland, Oregon, here for a couple nights' business.
"You seem lonely." I guess I pulled that off.
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Your husband went off somewhere?"
"He does that a lot. It's his job, you know." I explained that he worked for the electric company. "I just don't like sitting at home alone drinking. So, I go somewhere where I can watch people." Connie had primed me with all my lines.
"We could do something about your loneliness, you know."
"What do you mean?" I pretended to be clueless.
"Why don't you come next door with me?"
My shaking hand went up to my mouth. "Really? ... You mean ....? Oh God!" I twisted my ring.
"I'm sorry. I should have been more respectful."
"It's OK. It's just ... Really?"
"I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I should leave you. I'll pick up your tab."
"No. No. I really am lonely," I confessed. Then, after an appropriately long pause, looking down into my beer, "Maybe next door would be good."
We left together and walked across the parking lot, which was shared with the hotel. I'm sure anyone in the bar who was paying attention knew exactly what was going on, but I was determined not to be embarrassed.
We closed the door to his room behind us. There was only one chair in the room, a typical office-type chair, so we sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed. Roger was handsome but a little pudgy. A few streaks of grey highlighted his light brown hair. There wasn't any small talk.
I just stared into his blue eyes. His hand went to my knee. "Are you OK with this?" he whispered as his lips brushed against my ear. I felt my belly tighten.
My answer was to turn and press my lips against his for an open-mouthed kiss. Roger responded by playing with my tongue as his hand brushed across my top. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and reached under to rub his lightly-haired chest. Through my tee, he gently excited my breasts, first with the palm of his hand and then with fingers wrapped around them. My fingers dug into his pecs, leading him to slide his hand up under my shirt. My bra slid up off my breasts as his hand cupped the bare skin under my shirt.
Breathing deeply, I moved my hand down to his soft, business-man trousers. I found the emerging bulge and squeezed, briefly rubbing up and down. I managed to get two hands to work, unbuttoning his shirt, and sighed quietly as he pulled my tee up over my boobs. I opened the shirt all the way and pulled it off behind him. He pulled me close enough to reach behind and unclip my bra. Then he took off my shirt and let the bra fall to the bed.
Topless, we kissed and caressed each other in the cool air of the room. Roger pushed me back onto the bed and leaned over to tease my nipples with his tongue. I took the opportunity to find his bulge again and, this time, to squeeze and rub aggressively. Suddenly, he was sucking hard on my tit. His hand went to my knee again. My legs flew apart as his hand moved up the fabric of my jeans. He palmed my mound and started rubbing. As my hips rocked up, up, up, I wondered how soon he would discover how wet my panties were.
I found the tab on Roger's zipper and pulled it down. He helped by opening his belt. It was fantastic grabbing his cock through his form-fitting silky underwear. I was able to wrap my hand completely around his cock inside the flexible cloth. God, I wanted to get closer. I moved across and gently took his cock, fabric and all, between my teeth. He moaned softly as my hand cupped his balls while I slid my teeth up and down.
I felt my belt open, and the zipper on my jeans went down. The cool air confirmed my wetness. Roger's hand covered my panties and pushed the cloth between my lips. My emerging climax was all the motivation I needed to pull the waistband down past Roger's cock and take it into my mouth. After a few seconds, I pushed his remaining clothes off and took his balls in my mouth, one by one.
Roger was leaning on one elbow playing with my sex as I licked the side of his shaft. His hand slipped through the waist of my thong, and, finally, touched my vulva directly. Soon his finger pushed between my lips and found my slippery clit.
"Oh God," I moaned. The thought flitted through my head that my angry God might not approve, but it wasn't long before Roger's fingers were in my vagina and his thumb played with my clit. I couldn't wait any longer and wrapped my lips around his cock. He began thrusting in my mouth, and I began bucking as I felt an orgasm build. Then Roger did something I wasn't expecting. He rolled on top of me with his shaft plunging in and out of my mouth while he covered my mound with his mouth. His tongue lapped at my clit, driving me over the edge while his fingers plunged in and out.
I sucked harder and harder on his cock 'til it was obvious he was about to cum. He forced his tongue into my love canal and began fucking me that way. Our mutual climax began. The first jet of his semen erupted in my mouth. My belly contracted violently bringing my hips up to his face over and over. Even my feet were on fire. His strokes each shot another load of his juice into my throat. I thought I was about to pee, but I didn't stop. I felt something contract, but not my bladder. It seemed like my juices had squirted him in the face, and soon a hot stream of fluid ran down past my asshole.