“Almost back at the hotel” she mumbled to herself.

It was day three of a five day conference. More than halfway done but still two more days to go. Two more long days. Fortunately jet lag had not been an issue on this trip but travelling was always tiresome.

“The food all tastes the same” she thought, and even though she was surrounded by colleagues and other academics in her field, everyone at these conferences was transient and she found this type of travel lonely. She appreciated the freedom from household responsibilities but already she was missing her husband and kids.

Today had been a long day. It had been productive and intellectually stimulating but taxing and mentally exhausting. She looked great in her formal academic attire but she could not wait to change out of that outfit. Her feet were tired and her bra had been digging into her sides for the better part of the afternoon. Seeing the doors of the lobby swing open all she could think of was how desperate she was to head to her room and kick off her boots before slipping into a pair of comfy pyjamas and ordering in room service. She could lay on the bed and decompress with junky comfort food and a mindless movie on her laptop. A pile of pillows behind her head and a glass of wine would go a long way to relax her after such a long day.

“These hotels should offer in-room foot massages” she thought to herself smiling as she entered the lobby, only to then let out a groan of frustration remembering that she did not have any wine and that her room did not have a minibar. Of course the hotel did not have foot massages. The fantasy vanished and she felt too tired to turn around and find a liquor store. It was too late anyhow and she resigned herself to getting a decent night sleep before another busy day tomorrow. As consolation she knew the bed would have fresh sheets and she had been pleasantly surprised at how comfortable the mattress was.

Her laptop bag was beginning to feel impossibly heavy as she walked across the lobby. There were a few people milling about and almost all of the chairs in the front room were occupied. The hotel felt active and busy around her and she let out a sigh of guilty relief that no one seemed familiar and that she would be able to retire quietly to her room without needing to interact with anyone else for the day.

She was halfway through the endlessly long lobby when she felt a strange sensation. She could feel someone looking at her. It was not obvious, but she could swear that someone sitting in one of the chairs next to a set of potted plants by the window on the far wall to her left was eyeing her up. Of course she could not be sure without looking directly herself, but she could feel eyes on her… following her across the room.

She was tired and she did not want to accidentally elicit a connection, or worse yet, start a conversation, and yet she was curious. Who was this person? Not wanting to turn and take an obvious peek, she continued toward the elevators. The entire wall adjacent to the elevators was clad in mirrors and she knew that she would be able to casually glance into the reflection and see the stranger without making it obvious she was looking.

A few more steps and a slight turn toward the elevators and the stranger came into view. The stranger was a man. He was tall, well dressed, and seems fit but otherwise inconspicuous. He was handsome and she was quite sure she did not recognize him. He had the type of face that was attractive to her and memorable without drawing attention. She was struck by him immediately and he seemed to have an aura of confidence and kindness about him without any hint of arrogance. And he was definitely looking at her. He had a slight coy smile on his face, almost as if in a daydream, taking her all in with his eyes as she walked through the lobby.

Who was this man? She felt a little self conscious but also flattered. He was clearly enjoying the view and surprisingly she felt no uneasiness that a strange man was staring at her intently from across the room.

She felt a little jolt of electricity in her veins. His gaze was not inappropriate, but it most certainly was not innocent either. Surprised at her own reaction she tuned without thinking and looked directly in his direction. Her turn broke his trance and they both locked eyes momentarily.

It would normally have been a moment of awkwardness when a man is clearly caught looking at a woman, but instead she saw him smile kindly and confidently before returning to a book folded in his lap that he had been reading when she entered the lobby. Caught off guard by the interaction and feeling her cheeks flush, she quickly turned and headed to the elevator. No one else would have noticed anything but she suddenly felt lighter on her feet and approached the elevator with a smile on her face.

Back in the room she found herself less tired than expected. She called her husband and children and they chatted briefly before she wished them all good night. She felt lighter still, hearing her family and knowing they were missing her. Hanging up the phone she unexpectedly felt energized.

“Why not go to the restaurant downstairs for a glass of wine since I have none here” she said aloud to herself.

Making up her mind to go out she undressed and headed to the shower to freshen up. On the way she passed a mirror and noticed her curves. She had aged incredibly well. Her firm full breasts and curvy hips swayed beautifully as she moved. Her nipples stood out in the coolness of the room. Her skin, still slightly tanned from summer, glowed in the light and her dark thick hair flowed sensually around her face and shoulders, framing her beautifully deep almond eyes and her cute sexy lips. She thought back to the stranger and understood his appreciative gaze. Her shower was not long but it felt both refreshing and rejuvenating and she was now fully in the mood to go out and enjoy the night.

As she picked out an outfit she could not help but again think back to the stranger and imagine what he might like to see her wearing. She picked a flowing dress that made her feel sexy and confident and secretly hoped that the stranger would watch her walk back across the lobby as she headed to the restaurant. Underneath she wore a cute pair of lace panties even though she knew no one would see them. She smiled, her husband always loved seeing her in lace panties. Her hair and makeup was done quickly and simply in a manner that can only be done by one who is naturally beautiful. With a quick text to her husband saying “I love you”, she then headed out the door. Despite the slow start to the evening, she was happy with her sudden change of mood. She felt invigorated and she looked amazing.

She arrived in the lobby and while the atmosphere has not changed, the room seemed less lively than before. The man was gone. No matter, she felt energetic and alive. Free from responsibility for the night she headed to the restaurant for a drink and a nice meal.

The restaurant must have been well regarded because it was packed and there was only one seat left at the bar. She took the seat and found herself content to be anonymous in a room full of strangers. Incredibly there was no one she knew from the conference at the restaurant, but the atmosphere was fun and she quietly enjoyed the meal alone. The bartender seemed especially attentive to her and even served her a couple of glasses of wine on the house.

Finishing off her meal she was content and slightly drunk from the wine. Light on her toes she turned to leave but stopped abruptly. Across the room she saw the man. He was with a woman and a few other people at a table and seemed to be fully engrossed in conversation. He had taken off his tie since leaving the lobby. His button up shirt was rolled at the sleeves and untucked at the waist. He looked even more attractive than before, slightly disheveled and animated in conversation. She was a little disappointed to see him with another woman but being slightly tipsy and feeling sexy in her dress, she suddenly felt an urge. She quickly left the restaurant and headed to her room where she would masturbate before bed. Smiling all the way she fantasized about the man looking at her the way he had done in the lobby earlier that day.

Back in her room she locked the door and was about to undress when she heard a knock. Surprised and confused she looked through the peephole and her heart jumped. It was the man. Her heart began to race and she panicked. What should she do? The man knocked again and in a flustered daze she opened the door. Immediately she felt sparks as they stared at each other. She was in disbelief but was also desperately trying to appear calm.

The man simply smiled and told her she looked ravishing. He said that he saw her leaving the restaurant and was disappointed that he was not able to introduce himself. For the second time she felt her cheeks flush but now there was nowhere to turn and in a moment of panicked excitement she declared;

“I am in a loving relationship”

The man just nodded and smiled and told her again how fabulous she looked. Becoming even more flustered and with her voice quivering slightly, she inquired about the other woman he was with at the restaurant.

“Is that your wife?”. She asked.

“No”, he responded … “that is my colleague”.

The man, nodding at the ring on her finger, then asked her;

“What about you? Are you married?”

The question seemed to momentarily bring her back to reality.

“I am happily married with kids” she responded.

It was a strange moment for her because she had talked about this very scenario with her husband and he had given her his blessing; but here, face to face with the man, there was a tangible difference between fantasy and reality. She felt trapped in the moment and annoyed that this man would even suggest anything inappropriate when he could clearly see that she was in a committed relationship. She reached for the door and began to tell him to leave but she could not escape his gaze. With his eyes fixed on her and his calm gorgeous smile she felt overcome by another, more powerful, sensation. Desire.

Respectfully he stepped back to leave. There was no bitterness or anger on his face and only kindness in his smile, but in his eyes she could see his desire. A desire matching her own. He had a twinkle in his eyes and the unmistakable look of lust for her. Flustered and embarrassed that she could not control the burning in her cheeks and now also the slight tingling in her labia, she looked down to avoid his powerful gaze only to see, behind his untucked shirt, the unmistakable bulge of his cock in his pants. She could clearly see how hard he was for her.

She bit her lower lip and gasped. Her breathing deepened and her breasts heaved. She felt an excited panic realizing that she wanted him more than anything. She looked up to catch his eyes and that is when he saw her desire for him. His smile curled up because he knew in that moment that she wanted him.

Now her tongue was on the roof of her mouth pushing out. She was fast losing control and suddenly she became aware that the tip of her tongue was pressed firmly against the back of her front teeth. She was barely able to control herself knowing that her tongue was already desperately seeking his skin. She could feel her thighs squeezing together and her labia now fully swollen. She was already throbbing. The faint intoxicating smell of sex hit her nostrils and she lost control. She crossed the threshold. All doubt, fear, apprehension, and resistance vanished and she lost herself to desire.

Her hand was still on the door but it was no longer to show him out. Instead it held the door open to let him back in. Her cheeks were still flushed, now from arousal, and she no longer avoided his gaze. She felt fully connected to him. She did not just want him, she needed him. She met his smile but his face had changed slightly. He now looked stronger, and more powerful, and ravenous. She could see that he understood her. He understood that she had lost control and that she belonged to him tonight.

He stepped into the room and she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck to embrace him. The door closed with a thud behind them.

…. Part 2