Chapter 1

We have all had those days when nothing much has gone wrong but several minor things have not gone right, or at least not the way you wanted them too. Your temperament becomes absolutely neutral, near oblivious to your surroundings, radiating zero appeal, especially to the opposite sex. And, believe it not, you don't even want to score some hot babe.

That was me, sitting on a bar stool at the end of the bar. The dark end of a hotel lounge, in a strange town I didn't wish to be in, lamenting over how nice it would be to kick back in my own big chair and read myself into oblivion. When I came in, the bar was half full/half empty with just a few people at the bar. As I finished my first mind numbing double Beefeaters on the rocks, extra dry with olives, people seemed to materialize from the woodwork. The place was filling up, as well as the bar. Still though, there were at least seven stools empty before someone would have to sit next to this scolling loner, me. With that perspective I decided to have one more before hunting for food.

As luck would have it, a couple of guys came in, took two stools then four secretary types promptly took the next four leaving just one empty stool between Mr. Nevermore and merriment. Yep, here comes another secretary type, straight for my barrier to solitude. I smelled her more than saw her. Very nice, smelled good. Waves of scent drifted to me, making me squirm a bit, trying to hold onto my dreariness. It wasn't working, the perfume was quickening the pulse, creating eratic brainwaves. My fingers started stirring ice cubes in a near full glass. I pulled a cigarette, stuck it in my mouth and started fidgeting for a match.

Snap, one of those skinny little butane's flamed in my face. Worse, an overpowering wave of the magnificent scent blasted my senses. I turned quickly to see who/what was offering and stared into two of the biggest very dark blue eyes I've ever seen. My mouth must have dropped as my cigarette did, right on the floor. Talk about being with it, huh? Beneath the eyes were two really full bright red lips curved into a very natural sincere smile. The great smell disappeared and one of burning hair hit the senses, my beard.

"Opps," she said in low voice, snapping off the flame. The strong scent enveloped me as she put her hand to my cheek hair and said, "Damn, I'm sorry, just trying to light you." She touched the cheek, brushing off the burnt whiskers, but incapacitating me with the waves wafting from her wrist. "You OK?"

I'm still dumb, can't speak, and now staring at two very nice rounded things peaking at me from some cleavage, enhanced by their owner leaning toward me. I think I smiled, and started to lean down to pick up the dropped cigarette. Should have left it, while dropping your shoulder and reaching down, the head must follow. More of the hypnotic smell clouded the brain. She seemingly leans over to look at what I'm reaching for and my recently burnt bearded cheek contacts one of the woman bumps that she is displaying the top quarter of.

My turn. "Sorry," I said rubbing my cheek on the protrusion again on the way up. "Don't mean to,, ah" as my face is now about an inch from her's, awesome, intoxicating. There went the mood. She's smiling again. I lean back, she leans back, I pick up my pack and start shaking out another butt. Looking at her, I offerrd her one, she took one. I reached for her lighter but was beat to it. "Here let me" snap, flame, puff, then her own. She reaches over and pats me on the arm, more scent, big smile,

"See, I can operate this thing safely, You OK?"

"I'm fine, thanks for the light," turning my legs toward her for conversation. Look at this, I think to myself, big dark blue eyes, thick dark brown auburn hair shaped around her face, big thick lips, nice smile, fairly tall but not too, good sized chest with nice cleavage, wrapped in a nice clingy shinny maroon dress. Her dress was more evening than secretary. But the capturing thing is that perfume.

Beating around the bush some, I moronically gush "sure would like to work in your office with ladies dressed like you and as nice looking."

"Oh, thanks, but this isn't a work dress, I just got it. Do you like it?" With that, she slides off her stool and stands bumping into my knees, then turns to show me the whole dress. She is tall 5'9" - 5'10" full bust, narrower hips than some, fantastic rounded bottom, and nice long legs. On her way around her, very nice rounded butt rubs across the knees. Bump, bump, bump, bump, as both cheeks make individual contact with both knees. As she perches back on the stool, first the hip, then the tummy, then a thigh and finally a knee touches my knees until she comes to rest on her stool still facing me.

"You like it?" she says crossing her legs, showing some very nice legs in darker hosiery than some girls wear. "Thought I would dress up some for dinner, gets me in a better mood."

"Very nice, very nice." I said while trying to bring my eyes up from leg, to cleavage, to face. Great time for loose suit pants, stuff went SPRONG from the contact and the scented, disturbed air. I squirmed a bit to get the thing down the leg instead of a vertical advertisement. Now I have to try to either get my bad mood back or go forth with a pursuit of this creature. So test the water, "Don't mean to keep you from your friends," gesturing toward the secretary types next to her.

"Oh, I'm not with them," and she quickly glances at them, then back to focus her dark blues on me. Moods gone. "You staying here too," reaching for her drink, "the hotel?"

"Yep, first night of three, business," as I sip and attempt to get some control of my mental state and body.

"Me too," she says in her low voice.

The conversation goes on like this for a few minutes with me thinking about asking this one to dinner. This one, I'd take home to Momma. Who knows, might get lucky later. But again, she beats me to it.

"Want anther drink, here?" she flashes a smile and waves toward the glasses, "or how about another in the dining room?" Big smile, another hand gesture toward the door, and more jostling of the captivating cleavage.

"Good idea, lets eat, my treat." I offer expansively sliding off the stool bumping my enthusiasm on her knee. As I attempt to get from between the stools, she slides right off running her knees, then thigh, then tummy, on my obvious enthusiastic erection, and finally punches my arm with her chest. Worse or better, her perfume blasts me as her hair comes in contact with my mouth. Whew, talk about disconcerting. I excuse myself and try to move without beating her to death with my hormone imbalance. I turn, pull my jacket over my front, and start to lead but a hand closes on my arm at the elbow. How gentlemanly I feel, leading this fox out of the now crowded lounge.

Hostess: "Smoking?"

She says "smoking." "

Table or booth?"

Before I even look at her she says "booth please." Hmm women have the right, I guess, to take the lead. The hostess and I stand as she slides into one side of the half round booth and then I sit, sliding into the other side of the booth a couple of feet. We're in a back corner, quiet, as cozy as it gets for a hotel dining room.

Waiter: "Do you wish a..."

She intrudes "I'll have a vodka martini and you're having a... ?" I give my order wondering what three double Beefeaters will do to me.

"My name is..."

"Steve" she says pointing at my lapel where my forgotten company name tag is pinned. She blazes a smile, "Sherry," offering the pointing hand, palm down, leaning over the table. Eyes up, eyes up, the focal V of cleavage dominates the concentration. As she takes her hand back, she seems to slide around the booth a little.

The waitress comes with the drinks, and asks for the order. Sherry holds her menu then says we'll take a couple of minutes to choose. She studies the menu then looks up at me as if looking for direction.

Me: "Think I'll have the chicken, you?"

Sherry turns the menu toward me, then slides around the booth till she is near me. She points at something and asks, "Same, but how about some of these oysters they have on special for an appetizer?"

Her nearness envelopes me with the fragrance again. SPRONG, hormone imbalance again. "Sure, sounds great." Turning to look at her.

"You gotta tell me, what is the name of your perfume?"

"Like it?"

"Love it. It's driving me crazy."

"Too much?"

"No, certainly not, it's just very intoxicating, very nice."

With that exchange she really flashes those huge eyes and curves the big beautiful lips into a smile. And, get this, pats my thigh with her hand. "Glad you like it. It is a new product that will be on the market soon."

We order, with some wine and then were served the oysters which we both dove into. Guess I was getting hungry. She says "Eat those all up, they're good for guys, right? Makes you more masculine."

Blush, "Yeah I guess so, never know what to believe about some foods." Sweat, "Hope they don't make you masculine."

"Don't think these will have an effect." She says in low voice while sucking a gooey oyster through pursed lips. Oh my, she really has a mouth on her. Glancing at her, it seems the cleavage is getting fuller. Looking lower, I sigh, as I catch a peek at the darker panel of stocking tops and one dark clasp of, WOW, a real live garter. She catches me looking down, gives me crooked grin while chewing and wiggles her round butt as if getting more comfortable. This causes more grief,,,, more thigh comes into view, more garter, Whew. Eyes up you lush.

Dinner comes and she eats well, seeming to enjoy our light conversation. Food goes down, wine goes down, but my hormone level isn't down, not with all the scenery and that perfume.

We finish about the same time, with minimal chat, lost in our own thoughts, we both pull smokes out at the same time. Again, she snaps her lighter, startling me but not flaming the face this time. She grins that luscious smile and flames her cigarette as well. The waitress takes some dishes and says she'll be right back for us to order desert. With that, Sherry parks her cigarette in the ashtray and reaches for her wine glass.

Turning to me, sipping her wine with her right hand, she puts her left, high on my thigh. Getting my attention, she looks me in the eye and says "What do you think, want some desert now, here, or may be something in my room?" With her last words, her hand moves across my thigh over my very firm advertisement (MY DICK) with just a slight squeeze.

Since I'm not a complete dunce, my red faced head bobbed up and down entusiastically, "sounds like a plan" I gasped. So gallant a guy here, waving my hand in the air stuttering "check please" while getting another squeeze.

Sherry grinned that luscious grin, another squeeze and said "I got it already, my treat." "Should we go before you lose my desert" while nudging me out my side of the booth. Wow, talk about forward.

I sort of stood up trying to cover the drool spot on the front of my pants and adjust my protruding thing to a comfortable walking position. Once again the soft hand takes my arm while exiting the dining room and going to the elevators. As the elevator doors open, I finally recover some coherency to glance at her left hand holding my arm, good, no ring. We stepped into the empty elevator and as everyone does, I started to turn to toward the door. Sherry did too, turning the same direction as I did, but leaning back into me, pushing that glorious rounded tush right into my pumped up pride. She then leaned over at the waist, keeping her bottom against me and pushed a button. In about 2 seconds I'm gonna cum all over myself if she doesn't let up with the wiggling. I put my hand on her waist as if to pull her back into me but moved her just a little to the side to get some of the direct pressure off. She turns a bit, looks me in my bewildered eyes, grins, and moves her hand to around my waist so we are now doing the hip to hip thing standing next to each other.

We get to the floor, my floor too, and go to the door directly across from mine. She does the card trick and pops the door open. Then taking my hand tugs me inside, saying "welcome to the desert room sir, may I take your coat." She stands back, holds out her hand waiting. With nothing else to do, I shrug the jacket and hand it to her. She tells me to have a seat, she'll be right back, and goes into the bathroom. Finally realizing that I gotta go too, I sort of shuffle around waiting for my turn, instead of sitting.

A few seconds later she comes out and I promptly say "hang on a sec, need to use it too." When I go in to pee, I let it gush into the bowl while staring at myself in the mirror. In the mirror, I can see the tub behind me, and the towel rack. On the far towel lays a bra and panty. Lewdly hoping that those were the most recently used, I shake off, zip up and wash quickly. Since I have to dry off, I go to the towel with the undies over it and dry my hands. When quickly done, I took the panties off and was going to sniff them, but no need, there was a juicy spot on them. I put the panties back as they were thinking this was going to be my lucky evening.

Coming out of the bathroom I almost bowled over Sherry as she was standing just out side the door, really smiling, with two glasses in her hand. She handed me one asking "thought you might want something do drink, I like a little champagne with my desert." Sherry took my arm, led me to the bed and sat with me on the side facing a curtained window. The room was dimly lit now, and music was coming from the dark TV area. I sip from the glass. She sips, then puts her glass on the nearby table, takes my glass and puts it with hers.

She turned to me and thinking she was going to say something, I leaned just slightly to her. Instead she put her lips to mine, and put her hands to my sides. Wow, good kisser, and those hands going up and down my sides. This was intense. The kiss intensified, a tongue found my lips, flicking across them, then she sort of leaned into me pushing me back as she assumed the superior position above me.

We kissed and kissed till that crazy "desire" dizziness takes hold. Numbing most everything but your lips, finger tips, dick and nose. My nose was being assaulted by that awesome perfume, making me even crazier. I passed my hand up her side to brush her tit experimentally. Bare, under the dress now. Continuing on I cupped the whole breast and gently rubbed a finger tip over the nipple. Nice nipples, fairly long, very firm, excited and exciting.

Sherry was laying half on me, her left hip resting on my left hip. Her left leg between mine. Her tits parted across my chest. She used her left hand to start rubbing my pants and the zipper. Popping my belt, pants button, sliding down the zipper, then sliding her hand to clasp my very hard dick sticking down a pants leg, leaking like crazy. She eased my dick out of my pants, softly sliding her hand up and down doing an "Ohhhh or oooh" into my mouth as we continued the kissing.

Wow, this babe works fast. I like it, I like it.

Thinking it was my turn I slid my hand down her side to her thigh and started upward, pulling the dress with it. I cupped the wonderfully round cheek in my hand, pulling her tight to my side. Then I started sliding my hand to the center of those cheeks to seek some warm moist pussy territory. Her hand left my dick, and took my exploring hand. She rubbed my hand controlled by hers across her butt then brought it back up to her nice firm tits. She took a breath from our kiss and said. "let me."