I don't know about you, but I really don't enjoy the work I do. Traveling to these technology fairs and conventions to explore new products might seem cool from the outside, but you always end up in incredibly boring cities. You're surrounded by people who only talk about work—often about things nobody understands—as they try to promote their useless products that serve no purpose.

Even worse, you find yourself spending days in sad hotels like this one, where the staff wears gray shirts and so do the event attendees, and the buffet is non-alcoholic. It's a nightmare, trust me. Oh, and it's almost always all men. Geeks who can't wait to get your email so they can send you their cryptocurrency newsletter. No thanks.

I was actually thinking about all this when I found myself standing side-by-side at the buffet with this brunette dressed in black. She must have been one of the 3-4 women at the event, and she was busy choosing a plate of vegetables, taking her time with it. So I glanced at her from behind a bit discreetly, since she seemed attractive—maybe a couple of years older than me, in her thirties, with jet-black, chin-length hair and pale skin. She seemed curvy under her clothes, but it's not like I could stand there staring too long. I'm not some creep, and besides, for all I knew she could have been someone's wife there at the event.

So, mostly just to pass the time, I leaned in her direction at the buffet table and said, "I hope you manage to choose your vegetables by three o'clock, because after that I have to get back to the event." She turned toward me, looked at me, and gave a little half-smile. "Now I'm finished," she told me. So we started chatting. The setup at the buffet had everyone eating at high standing tables, and most of the guests were strangers to each other—alone, just like she appeared to be.

"I'm Trev," I told her.

"Nice," she smiled, but then she didn't tell me her name. Instead, she told with a smile that she usually only gave out her contact information for professional reasons.

"Very wise choice," I replied. "Gotta keep work and pleasure separate."

She smiled at me again in response. I introduced myself as a promoter for a well-known brand. She was an expert in artificial intelligence and machine language. But most importantly, I could see she had some nice, generous tits under that black sweater and scarf. What really got me, though, was how intensely she looked at me with those dark eyes while we were talking. She wasn't married and wasn't with anyone there, she laughed when I asked her, in a joking way that probably sounded a bit naive. I'm such a fucking idiot sometimes, I always risk ruining everything.

After a while, it was almost time for me to get back to the event, so I told her I had to go. I also told her that I'd stop by my room first, but maybe we could see each other again here tonight. She looked at me and said yes, but that now she was also going up in the elevator, because she still had some time and wanted to go up to her room. "Alright," I said at the elevator. "What floor?" "The second," she said. "I'm on the second too," I said—it wasn't a very big hotel. "Oh good," she said, looking at me from quite close in the elevator with her black, chin-length hair.

When we reached our floor, we walked down the hallway for a bit, and then I, a bit awkwardly, told her, "Well, I'm going this way." But she said, "I'm this way. Come on, I'll show you where." And she started forward without turning around, while I followed her, a bit uncertain about what to do now. Then she opened a door at the end and went inside. Leaving the door open behind her... waiting for me to enter.

I finally stepped inside after a moment and found her just past the threshold, leaning against the wall, looking at me with intention. At that point, I closed the door behind me and slowly approached her. "I only have half an hour free," she told me. "Good," I replied, placing my hands on her soft shoulders, removing her scarf as I moved in to kiss her. We started kissing with hunger—she tasted good. I pushed her against the wall with my body. My hands roamed her hips and thighs through her black fabric pants, then climbed up to the curve of her round breasts. She—what was her name?—kissed me freely with her tongue, clinging to my neck with passion and urgency.

I liked her eagerness, and I could already feel my cock rock-hard in my pants. I rather hastily pulled off her black sweater. It revealed a nice bra containing a pair of truly abundant boobs. As I started unbuttoning her black pants, she clung to my shirt, touched my ass, and pulled me against the wall.

We hurriedly stripped each other. I pulled down her pants, revealing nice black panties, then quickly tore off my own shirt and pants. Slowing down for a moment, she unclasped her bra, revealing her beautiful, round, large tits to me. I stared at them and slowly felt them, as if hypnotized. Then we were back to kissing against the wall, and as soon as her panties and my boxers were off, I laid her on the bed. Standing, I put my cock at the entrance to her pussy, lifting her legs. She encouraged me, saying, "Come on, come on," so I quickly entered her. After a little adjustment, I started thrusting into her with energy, as we both moaned openly.

I fucked her, focused, and watched her enjoy it beneath me, her face a grimace of pleasure, as I stared at her swollen, pale tits with their large brownish nipples, which bounced in concert with my thrusts. Gradually, I settled my body over hers, still pumping into her with my hips, and she wrapped her bare legs and feet behind my back, letting herself be penetrated deeply. After a few minutes of this frantic movement, I heard her moan and sigh louder. I pushed into her as deeply as I could while she clung to me tightly from below with her legs and arms, trembling. As the walls of her pussy softened and became warm and wet, I lost all control. I came inside her, shooting two or three strong spurts of cum deep into her pussy. Then I stopped, feeling our naked, warm, and slightly sweaty bodies pressed together.

Just a few moments later, she had me get up, picking up her panties from the floor and gesturing toward the door. "I have to go soon," she said. "Come see me tonight if you want." "Alright," I said, still half out of breath. "My name is Ayleen," she said. "Ah, nice to meet you, Trev," I replied.

And I found myself in the hotel corridor, still half-dressed. Like I was saying, with very few exceptions, I really don't enjoy the work I do.

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