Erotic fiction inspired by Misty Lovelace in “Perfect Choice”
Traveling and sex are two of my favorite things. I have to travel for my job at least once a month, and I’m usually away for the working week, meaning I get to spend four nights looking for a good lay in the local bars.
Last month was the first time I was accompanied by a business associate. My company was partnering with another to help launch a new product – don’t ask, it bores the hell out of me at the best of times – and had decided that sending a rep from both partners would give the sales pitch more weight.
I was a little put out, thinking that having a stranger along for the ride would seriously cramp my style, but I also entertained the idea that maybe he’d be up for a little nightlife too. So I wasn’t too pleased when I went to meet ‘Pat’ in the reception of our hotel and it turned out to be ‘Patricia’!
I thought I’d managed to hide my initial disappointment when we met – how on earth would I pick up any hot chicks with a female colleague in tow? – but Patricia obviously noticed something was amiss; later that day, after we’d spent hours meeting and greeting as many retailers as we could and were having a drink at the hotel bar, she brought up our first meeting.
“You were a little upset to see me this morning, weren’t you?” she said.
Stalling for time, I answered, “What makes you say that?”
“I could see it in your eyes. Just for a moment, you looked deflated. Don’t you think women can do this job?”
“No! No way!” That got me. I hate being accused of bullshit like that. “I’ve got no problem at all with women in sales. It’s not that at all. It’s just…” it looked like owning up was the only way I was going to save face. “To be perfectly honest, I travel a lot and I prefer to travel alone most of the time, if only because I also like to… get laid a lot. You’ll laugh but I was already annoyed that I would have to spend this week with another guy, but when I saw you I knew my chances of slipping out each night looking for a good lay were zero.”
She was quiet for a moment, her eyes glistening, fingers stirring her drink. “What would you say if I told you that you didn’t need to slip out alone?”
I had no idea what she meant by that, so I kept quiet.
“In fact… you don’t need to slip out at all…”
Interesting. It was very vague, but I was starting to think she was telling me she wanted to fuck. So when she drained her drink and got up I was left wondering where this was leading.
“Well, come on, lover boy,” she said, gesturing toward the elevator.
That was invitation enough. I drained my drink, paid the check and followed her. I’ve always had a thing for confident, sexy brunettes. We stood silently together waiting for the elevator doors to open but as soon as we were inside and the doors closed, Patricia reached for my cock and started to massage me through my pants.
“I like to fuck too when I’m away, but I don’t like to be kept waiting. Mmm, you’re nice and hard already, this is going to be fun.”
Patricia led the way to her room, reaching behind her to touch my dick every now and then. Once we were inside her room, she stripped immediately and I did the same. She had a great body, with slim hips and perfect-handful breasts, the nipples wide and pale, and a trimmed fuzz of dark pubic hair above her slit.
Patricia kneeled in front of me and with a little smirk, started to lick and kiss my shaft, opening her mouth to take all of me inside, stretching her lips and easing them down as far as she could go on my throbbing cock.
“Yeah, you’re ready. Now fuck me.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. We had another four days together and I knew right then and there that Pat was going to be a filthy fuck – and just my type of woman!
She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, one hand playing with her pussy. “See how wet and ready I am?” she purred over her shoulder. “Come on. Fuck me. I don’t want any foreplay, I want your hard cock in me. Fuck me hard and fast. Cum in me. Don’t wait for me, just do it.”
I did exactly as she instructed, climbing onto the bed behind her and slamming my prick inside her. She was tight but wet and I fit like a hand in a glove.
She’d made it clear she didn’t want me to hold back, so I didn’t. I fucked her hard and fast, thinking only of myself, screwing her like I was jerking off, no nice and easy, no grinding it around, just ramming away at her tight pussy faster and faster until I had filled her with my cum. I fell forward onto her and she lay face down on the bed as my dick slid from her snatch and I rolled off beside her.
“Yeah, that hit the spot. You should go get some rest, we’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. And a very long night…”
And that was how my incredible week of fucking began, with me walking out the door and watching Patricia finger her spunk-filled pussy as she smiled at me from her bed. Incredible.
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