I always thought hotel rooms were much of a muchness, but this one was undoubtedly impressive, rather grandly furnished, tastefully lit and with probably the biggest bed I had ever seen. Maybe the ludicrous charges were almost justified. Maybe.
Sitting on the bed, though, was Clara, wearing nothing but a sheer black bra, panties ... and a smile. Her hair, unclasped at last, cascaded over her shoulders, a silver pendant nestling between her breasts. As I came into the room, she took my hand, pulled me gently to the bed, hands sliding under my sweatshirt, down the front of my jeans. She leaned forward to kiss me, her hair falling briefly falling across her face. Laughing, she pulled away, brushed the hair away, began to pull my clothes off. Which I did my best to assist with, until she pushed me back on the bed, sitting on my thighs and pressing down on my shoulders.
"Sorry, but we're assertive in the International Consultancy business ... it goes with the territory", she laughed, "and I've been with dickheads most of the day, so now I'd like some dick ...". Grinding against me. "Oooh, but that feels like a nice one ... "
She pulled my sweatshirt and t-shirt off in one go, simultaneously moving up and turning round so that she was sitting on my chest, her panty covered pubes just centimetres from my face. She smelt wonderfully aroused, her arse bobbing as she unclipped my belt, began to shugg my jeans down my legs, pulling off my trainers and then finally pulling off the jeans. She ran the palm of her hand across my pants, feeling the length of me through the material. 
"Oh, yes," she murmured, "I think this will do". I pulled an arm from underneath her legs, flicked a tiny amount of lace to one side and moved my face into her crotch, gently nuzzling her now exposed lips, licking lightly on the inside of her thighs and inhaling deeply. She moaned again, lent back against me so that my face was firmly between her legs and began to stroke my penis with slow, even, strokes. occasionally licking the very tip.
I began to lick at her slit in earnest, trawling the length of her lips with long slow strokes of my tongue, nuzzling at her clit from time to time. She rocked back against me, breath coming more deeply now, began to stroke my penis more firmly. She paused for a moment and looked back at me.
"Don't suppose you've got a condom to hand, have you?", she asked.
"Umm, no. I wasn't really expecting to need one. Is this a problem?"
"Well, yes and no. Sorry, but I have a business to build and can do without exotic diseases. Ditto you – I'm kind of counting on you for a lot of the building in question. That said, there's a lot more to sex than simple penetration, at least in my opinion"
"Oh, yes indeed," I replied, maintaining as calm a tone as I could while having my penis stroked by a very capable hand – and my nose almost touching an exceptionally desirable butt. "And, who knows, some of the alternatives could be just as much fun."
"Such as?"
"Well, I'm quite enjoying what your doing at the moment, and you don't seem to be objecting too much to stuff happening at this end of the bed, so..."
She laughed at that, an almost girlish, trilling laugh, and rolled onto her side, thereby improving my access to her relevant parts immeasurably. She also moved forward slightly, grasping my balls in one hand and taking my penis fully into her mouth, tongue stroking its length as she did so.
"Of course," I said, coming up for air, "If you keep that up, I probably won't last long enough to make a condom worthwhile anyway ..."
"Well, shut up and get on with you bit, because I won;t be too long about it, either. And", she laughed, "We've got a busy day tomorrow ..."
Any reply I might have made was stifled – almost literally – by her pressing herself back into my face with a degree of urgency, to which I responded as best I could given the sensations she was producing with her mouth.
It didn't last long for either of us. I think she came first – she certainly cried out before I did, but then she also came for longer and possibly more than once. I carried on licking away her juices for a while as she shuddered in my arms. She found a tissue from somewhere, pulled herself around so that she was lying alongside me and kissed me sleepily.
I found myself exhausted, too – it had been a long day and however brief the sex it had been one of the most intense orgasms of my life. So I was half asleep when I heard her swear suddenly, sit up and slap her forehead.
"Condoms." she said. "Room service. Why didn't I think of bloody room service?"
But I was already more than half asleep ...

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