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Emily [F30] sat in her car, still catching her breath from that impromptu, and very public orgasm. The car smelled like sex, and the crotch of her pantsuit was still damp. What was happening, how did this man have such a hold on her?

Slowly, Emily regained her composure, started her car and started making her way back to her hotel. Her flight out was scheduled for that night, but David [M40]
said they would meet again?

When, how? These were the only questions on her mind.

Emily returned to the hotel and took a shower, admiring her curves in the mirror. Stepping into the shower, she found her hands roaming over her body, anticipating more of him. She had no idea in what context they’d meet up again, but the ignorance was both scary and exciting.

She went to the hotel restaurant and had a light meal, checking her phone every minute or two. She even turned off silent mode and turned up the volume, hoping the loud bell notification would clarify her evening.

As the hours passed, she began to worry. Finally, she had no choice, she picked up her bag and went to the hotel elevator, starting her journey to the airport and away from David.

Suddenly, as she stepped from the hotel lobby onto the street, her phone’s text notification sounded.

“Plaza Hotel, Suite 501D, the door is ajar. Valet your car and leave your bags, I’ll take care of them.”

Emily raced to her car, leaving her suitcase in the trunk. She fought the urge to blow through the traffic signals as she drove across town, to him.

She pulled up in front of the Plaza and gave her keys to the vested valet, and smoothed her top and re-arranged her pants. She was wearing dark blue thin fabric slacks and a white sleeved top, and white heels.

She walked through the lobby with purpose, following the signs to the large bank of elevators. As she rode up, she felt like her body was responding to each bell as she got closer to him. Her nipples felt harder, her pulse quickened, and she held onto the rail behind her. By the time the doors opened, she was almost panting.

Emily walked down the hallway until she saw the sign “Suite 501D.”

She struggled to compose herself, but she stood at the doorway wondering what was on the other side. Tentatively, she reached and slowly pushed it open.

Inside, David sat in a wood chair, drink in his hand. Outside the windows behind him, she could see the shimmering lights of the city. Slowly, he stood up and walked to Emily.

With a dramatic sound, the hotel door shut behind her. As he walked closer, Emily leaned back for support, never breaking eye contact.

“Thank you for coming tonight Emily.”

“Thank you for having me.” she said hesitantly.

“I’ve had quite a bit of fun bringing you joy over the last day, and I thought we could try again this evening.”

He took her hand slowly, giving it a small intimate squeeze she would never forget.

“Any hesitation?” David asked.

“None at all Sir.” Emily responded reflexively.

“Good.”

“Sir?” Emily struggled to accept that she had really just called him “Sir.” That wasn’t like her, she had never felt the need to follow orders, but here she was, submitting reflexively to this almost complete stranger. What was she doing?

David kissed her lightly on the lips, waiting for her to invite him deeper. Emily opened her mouth, and pushed her tongue against his, the passion starting to overwhelm her. She felt the door against her back, as David kissed her and pushed against her.

The pair kissed deeply, his hands roaming over the soft fabric of her clothing, and finding her erect nipples underneath her shirt and bra. Again, her legs were almost like Jello, but David kept her propped up like a doll in his hands.

Finally, they broke the kiss and each caught their breath. Emily could feel the sweat between her cleavage and in the small of her back, the familiar battery-like flavor of adrenaline in her mouth.

“Are these some of your work clothes?” David asked.

“They are, I gave a presentation in them a few days ago. They seem to bring good luck.” Emily responded.

“We’ll see about that.”

David’s hands found roamed over her ass, and she felt his fingers discover the seems of her loose slacks. He kneeled in front of her, and with both hands, tore through the seam with an audible tear, and pulled them aside right down the outer seam of the right leg.

Emily gasped at the drama of the act, feeling herself being suddenly exposed, her dark panties the only barrier between David and her pussy.

When he reached the bottom, he repeated the task on her left leg, removing Emily’s pants without her feet leaving the floor.

Next, David tore through her shirt with both hands, leaving her completely nude, except for her bra and panties…

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