Hand-holding a Client

I groaned as I exited the plane seat and reached up to grab my carry-on. I hadn’t wanted to be on this trip. My boss had come into my office this morning, telling me that the planning director for one of our clients wanted an on-site meeting tomorrow morning. As an architect, I had designed the new facility for their company, and he had some issues he wanted to discuss at the construction site. My boss thought it would be good for me to go and do some hand-holding with the client to ease any concerns they might have. The office had booked me a flight from Atlanta to St. Louis, where the project was located. I flew out this afternoon, and now I was deboarding the plane in St. Louis, frustrated at this interruption to my regular schedule of work, gym, and home, even though I had no real plans for the evening.

I got an Uber from the airport to the hotel, which ended up being quite close to the airport. I was thankful to see a restaurant and bar in the hotel as I checked in. Since the firm was picking up the tab for this trip, I didn’t have to worry about how much I spent, nor did I have to wander out into an unfamiliar area looking for something to eat. Our office administrator had booked me a room, and due to the last minute nature of this trip, the only room available was a very nice king-sized suite. At least there were some perks to being forced to travel at the last minute.

My attitude slowly improved as I settled into the room. It was spacious and nice, with a big king bed and a beautiful, spa-like bathroom. I decided to take a shower to freshen up from the flight, and then went down to the bar to eat dinner. I chose to sit alone at the bar, where I could watch a choice of 4 different TVs while I ate. I ordered a burger and beer, and watched a soccer match that was playing on the TV right in front of me. Looking around, most of the people in the bar appeared to be alone as well.

About 5 minutes after I arrived, while nursing my beer and waiting for my food, I felt a presence beside me as someone stepped up to the stool next to me. “Is anyone sitting here?” a deep voice asked. “No, it’s available…” I trailed off as I turned to look at the man speaking. Standing beside me, seeing me react to him in real time, was the hottest man I had ever seen. He stood about 6’-2”, and because I was sitting, he looked very tall. He had model good looks, he was smiling a friendly smile, framed by a short beard over his chiseled face. His dark hair and clear blue eyes made for a striking appearance. No one would forget they had seen this guy. Even through his clothes I could tell that he was very muscular. I was at a loss for words gawking at this incredible specimen of masculinity. The top two buttons of his collared shirt were open, revealing the top of a hairy chest, which only added to the aura of manliness. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect man, and he was standing next to me. To my horror, I realized that he had his hand held out to me and must have said something to me.

“I’m sorry?” I replied back to whatever he had said.

“I’m Robert,” he stated, again apparently, his hand still outstretched.

“Chris,” I said, taking his hand. He squeezed it firmly, then took the stool next to me.

“Are you here for business or pleasure?” Robert asked after he had settled onto his stool. He, like me, assumed that anyone sitting in the hotel bar would be a traveler.

“Business,” I answered. “I have a client meeting tomorrow, so I came into town this evening. What about you?”

“The same,” he answered. “I also have a meeting tomorrow.”

Robert turned out to be a great conversationalist, as well as exceptionally handsome. I tend to be more of an introvert, rarely initiating conversations. But Robert was clearly an extrovert, and we engaged in easy conversation throughout dinner, and then stayed for more drinks after dinner. At one point, I looked at the clock and realized that we had been sitting and talking for almost 2 hours! I never talk with anyone for that long about anything! He asked about where I was from, what I enjoyed doing. We bonded over shared TV shows and movies, both current and past, that we loved. I confess that I don’t remember everything we talked about, because I kept getting distracted by just staring at how good-looking he was.

Finally, after another 30 minutes of conversation, he said, “Well, I’m about ready to get off this bar stool and get more comfortable.” I smiled at him in agreement, and said without really thinking, “If you wanna hangout more, the company got me a suite which includes a mini-bar. You can come hang out in my room.” He raised his eyebrows as he looked at me, then said, “Sure. Sounds like fun!”

Nothing in our conversation up to that point had led me to believe that he was interested in me (or other men) sexually. I assumed we were just heading up to my room to continue our conversation over drinks. We each paid our tab, leaving a tip for the bartender, and then proceeded to the elevator. I pushed the button and almost immediately the doors opened, ready to take us up. We both stepped on, and I pressed the button for the 7th floor, and the doors began to close. We were the only ones on the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed I felt Robert move from behind me, stepping up to me as I turned to see what he was doing. I felt one hand touch my waist as I saw his other hand reach for the wall behind me. I stepped back only to realize he had me pinned against the wall. Within a matter of seconds he was passionately kissing me, pressing me against the elevator wall. He obviously had seen the lust in my eyes all evening, and correctly read my desire for him. He had taken my invitation to my room as an invitation for sex, and we were getting started. I realized I was more than okay with that assumption!

Robert stepped back from me as the elevator dinged the 7th floor and the doors began to open. We stepped out into an empty hallway, me leading the way toward my room. When we got to the door, I tapped my keycard on the lock, waiting for it to open. While we stood waiting, Robert’s hands roamed over my ass, then up to my waist, pulling me back against him. The door unlocked and I opened it as he pushed us forward and into the room. As soon as we were in, he grabbed my arm, and pulled me back, and then pressed me against the door as he devoured my mouth again. I was being kissed passionately by the sexiest man I had ever seen. My hands were all over him, feeling his musculature under his clothes, my desire to see him naked increasing with every passing second.

He finally pulled away from me and pulled me by my hand further into the room. “Damn, baby,” he said. “I can’t wait to get you naked!”

I couldn’t believe he found me attractive. At 5’11, I was shorter than him. I spent the necessary time at the gym to be toned, but I was not buff like him. I had more of a toned swimmers build and had never been able to really build much muscle. I was proud of my round ass, but my insecurities found it difficult to believe that big muscular guys could find me attractive or sexy. But by his actions, this man was clearly into me.

Robert led us toward the bed, sat down on it, and looking at me said, “Strip for me.”

I seductively began slowly lifting my t-shirt up my stomach, over my chest, before lifting it over my head and off my arms. I clumsily swung it around from my finger for a moment before throwing it toward him. Laughing, he caught it, then brought it to his nose. “Mmmmmmm” he growled. “You smell good!” I kicked my slides off my feet, then began slowly dancing back and forth as I inched my shorts down. Once they passed my thighs, they dropped to my feet and I stepped out of them. “Yeah, man!” he exclaimed. “Keep going!” I slowly turned, presenting my ass to him. I arched my back, sticking my ass out, as I began slowly lowering my boxer briefs, baring my ass to him. He kept up a string of growls, clearly enjoying his view. I felt sexy and wanted, and that was a hot experience to which I was unused.

Finally, my underwear was gone as well, and I presented myself naked to Robert. He stood then, and walked to me, taking me in his arms and kissing me again. His hands roamed all over my naked body, touching me, grabbing my ass, pulling me against him. I pulled back from the kiss, watching his face as I reached up to his buttoned shirt and began unbuttoning it, slowly revealing the sexy hairy chest I had been drooling over all evening. He smiled as I undressed him. When the last button was undone, he stepped back and removed the shirt quickly from his arms, and suddenly the object of my lust was shirtless in front of me. His chest was better than I could have imagined. He was indeed muscular, and hairy, and the dark hair seemed to accent the lines of his muscles. His pecs were strong and round, his arms were thick and defined, and the lines of his 8-pack were clearly visible. Now it was my turn to growl, as I ran my hands through his chest hair and over his muscles.

I took the liberty then of reaching down and unbuttoning his shorts, which dropped quickly to his feet. He was wearing no underwear, so suddenly he was naked, and his 8 inch cock jumped out, hitting against my leg. He grabbed me and pulled me close again, kissing me. The feel of his chest hair against my smooth skin was such a turn on. I could feel his very hard cock pressing against me. Robert just oozed sex appeal, and I was the lucky recipient of his advances tonight.

He finally pulled back from our kiss as he placed his hands on my shoulders. A slight pressure let me know what he wanted, and I began to kiss my way down his chest, through the forest of hair, over his abs and past his navel, until kneeling I was presented with his perfectly formed cut cock in front of my face. I kissed the head of his dick, then lifted it so that I could kiss and lick down the underside and bury my face in his balls. He smelled clean and masculine, and I couldn’t get enough of the smell and taste of him. I worked my way back up his shaft, and began taking him into my mouth. He was big, but not too big. I felt the head of his cock slide over my tongue and toward my throat before he slightly slid back and out, only to slowly slide back in. I felt his hand on top of my head, resting there as I began to suck him.

I was on my knees for about 5 minutes, sucking his cock. At one point, he slid his hand down behind my head and pulled me all the way onto him, his cock popping into my throat. He held me there for a moment before letting me back off. I had never had much luck with deep-throating, but I was so turned on that it just happened. After a few more minutes of sucking him, he reached under my arms and lifted me back up, taking my lips in another passionate kiss. As he did this, he slid his hands down my back, under my ass, and lifted my smaller frame up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he turned us around and laid me back on the bed.

Robert then began what I can only describe as an oral assault on my body. He kissed my chest, lightly biting my nipples, working his way slowly down, kissing me all over. The man had my body buzzing as he kissed and licked me all over, while simultaneously rubbing his hands up and down my body. The tickle of his facial hair over my smooth chest and stomach only intensified the pleasure. Finally, he was at my cock, swallowing my 6 inches in one thrust. I almost came right then. He sucked, alternating between holding just the head in his mouth and taking the whole shaft in again. Then my cock left his sucking mouth with a pop as he moved down and tongued my balls. He took his hands and grabbed my thighs, separating them and pushing them back so that my ass rolled up. His mouth moved under my balls, licking my taint, before I felt his tongue first glide over my hole.

The next 10 minutes were some of the most glorious of my life. He began gently licking at my hole, before pressing my firmly on my ring with his tongue. He would kiss my hole, pressing his facial hair against me, and then moving his face, sliding the hair around and tickling my hole with his beard. He ate my ass like it was his last meal. I was in ecstasy. No one had rimmed me like this before, and I had always loved being rimmed. This man knew what he was doing. He had me so turned on that I almost came again from the pressure he was exerting on my hole with his mouth and tongue. I had never been close to orgasm simply from getting rimmed, but this man had me there. I was groaning and writhing around in delirious pleasure, unable to control my own expressions of pleasure. My approval seemed to spur him on to more, because it just kept getting better and better. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “Fuck me! I need to feel you in me!”

He looked up at me and smiled, and began climbing back up my body, keeping my legs folded back. When he was on top of me, he leaned down to kiss me and simultaneously pressed his cock against my hole. While kissing me, he pressed forward and the head popped in. The amount of spit he had deposited in my hole served to lube me up, and before I really had time to process what was happening, he pressed forward, went in balls deep, and I felt his pubic hair pressed against my taint. He was all the way in, and I experienced the sensation of fullness that only comes from a nice cock filling you up.

With every sexual experience before, I had always had trouble bottoming, and in particular with the first penetration. My partners had always had to give me a little bit at a time and let me adjust to them. I couldn’t believe he was all the way in, and I had relaxed for him and let him in so easily. I assumed it was because I was so aroused I didn’t have time to think about the process of getting him in me, I just wanted him to fuck me! He began slowly thrusting in and out, lazily fucking me as he kissed me. He slowly picked up speed, until at last he was fucking me hard, pounding into my ass. I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his back, wanting to touch him and be touch by him on every inch of my body, inside and out. Very quickly, his fucking had me in ecstasy. He was hitting my prostate, causing waves of pleasure to radiate through my body. Suddenly, without warning, my orgasm hit me and I started shooting coating both of our chest in my cum. He kept fucking me through it, heightening the pleasure.

A warmth started then in my ass, growing and radiating out from where he was fucking me. I’d never experienced an anal orgasm before, but I saw stars as suddenly the most intense pleasure was all over my body and I began shaking all over. He held still then, embedded fully in me, allowing me to ride the wave of pleasure. I think I blacked out for a couple of seconds. The feelings were glorious. When I came to, he was still in me, and was gently kissing my face, welcoming me back to our coupling. When he saw that I was fully awake, he leaned back on his knees, grabbed my legs in his hands, wish boning them out and leaning over me, and used my legs to give him the leverage to power-fuck me. He thrust in and out, over and over again, pounding me with a force I had never experienced, and brining me to the height of pleasure once again. The forceful fucking lasted for a couple of minutes before he sped up even more, approaching his own climax. With a final thrust, he held himself in me as I felt his cock expand and erupt in my ass, my own ass throbbing with a second orgasm at the same time. I cannot imagine another sexual experience even coming close to matching this.

I must have passed out again, because I awoke to feel him cuddled behind me, holding my back against my chest and gently rubbing my body. I felt safe spooned against him. This man was the perfect Top, and he knew how to perfectly cuddle me after fucking the living daylights out of me.

We remained spooned like that for about 15 minutes before he began stirring, reminding me that he had a meeting the next day and needed to get back to his room to get some sleep. I got up as well, finding it a little difficult to walk. I put my boxer briefs back on as he dressed. When he was done I walked him to the door. He turned, took my face in his hands, and kissed me. “That was amazing!” he said.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I answered. “And I’m not just saying that to butter you up. I’ve never experienced anything like that.” I realized it was perhaps one of the most honest statements I had ever made.

He smiled, kissed me again, and then opened the door and stepped out. I couldn’t help feeling a little sad that he was gone. I knew this trip was short, and I probably wouldn’t see him again.

I let those thoughts go, however, as I remembered that I was here for work and my boss expected me to represent our design firm well. I opened my laptop to find a confirmation email sent several hours earlier in my inbox. Stan, the planning director for our client, had confirmed that he had made it to town and we would meet at 9 am at the job site. I looked over the plans again to refamiliarize myself with the project, made a few notes regarding some concerns I thought he might have. After finishing my preparations, I turned on the TV and went to bed, drifting off to sleep watching some mindless show.

I awoke the next morning around 7, showered and dressed, and went down to the included hotel breakfast. I kept hoping to run into Robert, but he wasn’t there. “Oh, well,” I thought. “I guess it was just a very hot one night stand.”

I went back to the room, gathered my laptop and notebook, and called for an Uber to the site. When I arrived at the site, I made my way to the general contractor’s trailer, arriving a few minutes early. Jeff, the project supervisor, greeted me as I came in, letting me know that Stan had not yet arrived. We chatted for a couple of minutes before the door opened. I looked over at the open door and was shocked to see Robert standing there. A brief look of surprise crossed his face, but just as quickly he smiled and walked over to us, extending his hand to me. “Hi, I’m Stan Roberts!” he said. I shook his hand. “Chris Newton,” I replied. “Nice to meet you!”

We worked through the items on his list, which probably could have been done via email. He was basically bringing concerns from his higher-ups, and they had demanded the in-person meet. But I was also very glad that we got to meet in person, because I got to be around this sexy man all morning. We probably could have gotten done faster, but I kept getting distacted looking at him. We finally got everything resolved by lunchtime, and went back to the contractors trailer to let Jeff know about a couple of minor changes we were making to the project.

As we finished, Stan turned to me and ask, “Got lunch plans?” I told him I didn’t so he invited me to ride with him in his rental and we could go get lunch. I assumed he did all of this to keep Jeff from suspecting that anything was going on between us. I gathered my stuff, and we climbed in his car. Once the doors were closed and we were alone, he looked at me and we both busted out laughing. “I’m sorry about giving you a fake name last night,” he began. “Roberts is my last name, and so I just use Robert as my name when I meet guys on trips like this.”

“No worries,” I laughed. “I’ve given plenty of guys fake names in my time!”

“Do you really want lunch?” he asked. “Or would you rather go back to the hotel for round two?”

“Definitely round two!” I exclaimed. He smiled as he put the car in gear. My ass twitched in anticipation of the fucking I was about to get!

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