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In Town for Work, Part I

"Why can't I just go next month?” she pleaded, almost begged her superiors for an entire week. Traveling is always fun for Rebecca... except when it's not for fun's sake. It wouldn't be so bad if the hospital would pay the hefty last minute flight fees, but recent budget cuts have all but eliminated so called "luxury" expenses. What's so luxurious about flying coach?

The last thirty minutes of the ride always seems so much longer.

Approaching the station at 6:40, Rebecca sighed heavily as she peered through her own reflection out of the thick, polarized glass window. “At least my hair looks good”, she muttered to herself. A feathered strand fell to one side.

You can always catch a taxi in the City, unless the Yankees have a home game. Fumbling with her phone, Rebecca would now attempt to use the new taxi service apps that were all the rage in the big cities. Just then, a taxi turns the corner. Light is on,it's available! The taxi slowly approaches, but instead of unlocking the door, the passenger window is lowered.

"Where ya headed?" Thick, Long Island accent.

"Upper East Side, it's a hotel on Lexington and-". Before she could finish her sentence, the yellow taxi sped off with a loud rev of a tired, overworked engine.

"God DAMN it!"

She would later recall that the taxi never actually made a complete stop; the entire four-second exchange happened while the car was in motion. Flustered, she begins to launch applications on her phone.

The man had to repeat himself twice until Rebecca realized he was even addressing her. "Miss? What do you think?”

"Huh, I'm sorry what?"

A coy, toothy smile registered. "I asked if you wanted me to catch up to him and beat him up", the stranger repeats.

"Oh, haha, no thanks. I'll manage."

"Okay. What if I give you a ride instead?"

"No, that's fine."

"Come on, I'm harmless!"

She did have to admit, it would be nice to not have to replay the taxi debacle. And, he did seem pretty harmless. Oh, what the hell? At least he has nice hair.

"Okay, but don't forget, Jesus is watching you. And, I know Tae Kwon Do", alluding to her obviously Asian heritage.

"That's so racist!” the stranger exclaims with a mock-offended tone. "Walk with me, I'm just up one block. Here, let me help with your bag."

"That's sexist!" Rebecca was only half joking, as she ceded control of the rolling suitcase's telescoping handle to the tall, well poised, ethnically ambiguous gentleman. "Who even has a car in the City? Are you rich or something?"

"Ha, and that's classist. But definitely something other than rich. It was a mistake. You know what they say about owning a car in the City".

"No, what do they say about owning a car in the City?" Her stride quickened to keep up with the seasoned city dweller.

"Don't." She chuckled at this. He's definitely cute. A sentiment that was clearly shared by the still name unknown individual. He had been eyeing her with an impish grin, stealing a glance down her blouse whenever she would look at her phone. She decided to allow this insolence, for now.

"I'm Rebecca, by the way."

"Oh, I'm so rude. Pardon me, name's Raul."

"Raul, interesting name."

"Ah, yeah. It's Spanish, it was my dad's name first, and I guess somehow it seemed like a good idea to hex me with it, too."

"Raul. I like it!"

"Well, that makes one of us."

Raul turned the key into the lock and turned clockwise. A latch in the trunk sprung to life. He lifted the 52lb. suitcase by the plastic handle without so much as a huff or a grunt, and placed in lengthwise into the carpeted trunk. Sexy, she thought.

Not that the weight was clothes. Being a seasoned traveler, she could make do with a small shopping bag of essentials for weeks. No, the overwhelming bulk of the weight could be attributed to presentation materials and props that would be needed at the class she was presenting the next day, only blocks from where she now stood.

The car ride began, and small talk ensued. Origin, destination, purpose of visit, length of stay, et cetera.

"You hungry?"

"Do I look hungry?” she retorted quickly.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, you do."

"I'm insulted! And yes, I'm starving. Can I just drop this bag off at the hotel?”

Dinner at an Italian restaurant next door to Rebecca's hotel was mostly uneventful. They were seated around 8:00. A boisterous group of college students seated next to the couple limited the depth of any conversation to questions that could be relayed with crude hand signals, and responded to with nods and shrugs.

The check came, and both parties jumped to grab the faux leather bill folder that is ubiquitous in restaurants. In his haste, Raul tipped over an ill-placed empty glass of water, sending ice cubes and a lemon wedge onto a clean napkin. Rebecca took advantage of his fumble and slipped her debit card into the slightly torn, clear plastic sleeve, already dingy and opaque with years of service. "Oh, you're good."

"So I'm told."

The frosty winter weather made no attempt to spare the recent arrival from its harsh winds. As Raul emerged from the restaurant's coat closet with Rebecca's olive pea coat, he commented on the experience. "It's usually a lot quieter in there." He lightly brushed the small of her back. She didn't recoil in response to his touch; in fact she scooted toward him so the light touch of his hover-hand would become full contact.

"It's fine. Did you want to get a beer at the downstairs bar?" Any initial attraction Rebecca might have felt for the tall stranger had been tempered with a less than stellar dining experience, but she'd be damned if a bunch of rowdy frat boys are going to keep her from enjoying a frosty cold one with a cute guy.

"Sure, I owe you at least that."

The wooden, lacquered bar was clearly older than its surroundings. The couple pulled out adjacent padded stools and began to review the specials scribbled in chalk.

"What can I get cha", grunted the barkeep, with an obviously Irish accent. It was the type of rough-hewn, direct conversational style that at first might seem brash but quickly turns out to be sincere and earnest. A very New York City quality, if there ever was one.

"Uhh, Modelo".

"Stella for me".

Coasters were not going to help this bar now, but were dutifully doled out with the drinks just the same. Rebecca steepled her fingers, resting her slender arms on the beveled lip of the bar, already grooved with deep scars from decades of intoxicated patrons' pens, quarters, and maybe even fingernails, digging into the grain.

More chitchat ensued. Weather, home cities, careers, all the things two strangers in a bar would talk about. After the third round of brew, the effects were beginning to set in. "So Rebecca, got any plans after the training seminar tomorrow?"

"And there it is", she thought to herself. "You should call me Becky. No, I expect to be there until late in the night, unfortunately." She felt a tap on her knee, and looked down in time to see his large palm completely engulf her petite tanned kneecap, visible now since her midnight blue cotton travel dress had ridden up partway ever so slightly.

"I see. I was going to offer my services as tour guide to you. At a price, of course."

"Of course. That's nice of you, but I actually used to live in the area a while back, so I'm curious as to what you'd want to show me that I haven't already seen."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe it is. For all you know, I might show you a thing or two", she said through a sheepish grin as she peered into his scruffy chin. He would do. She already felt a tingle down her spine as she imagined the way his bristly stubble would tickle her nipples.

He flashed another toothy grin. "That's big talk from such a small package."

Becky allowed herself a faintly audible chuckle as she glanced around the now deserted hotel lounge, taking in the mix of décor styles: Roman pillars, English accent moldings, Swedish minimalist furniture... was that an Oriental rug in the foyer? She was beginning to feel the stress of the travel weighing on her tired eyes now, and considering just excusing herself for the night when the same hand that was at her knee began to slide up her left thigh. Raul leaned in to her and whispered in a deep, soft, decisive tone. "I want to take you to my place tonight." The longing for sleep left her eyes at this, and she perked up, straightening her neck while looking into the grainy, lacquered knots in the 100 year old wood of the bar. As she mulled the invitation over, doing mental math to consider her time constraints, he moved in closer to wrap his free left hand behind her back and slide her to the edge of her barstool. She felt her body betray her as she opened her legs just enough to feel a breeze against her sudden wetness.

"Damn, I need this", she thought to herself. She was not sure her assent was in fact inaudible as she had intended, because at this he took his right hand from her thigh and cupped her supple cheek, tilted his head, leaned in and took her full, succulent upper lip with both his lips and softly tugged at it, as he breathed deeply to take in the aroma of her skin. He was standing now, slowly working his left hand from the small of her back to the nape of her neck, and back down again as they kissed deeply. It felt like thirty seconds, but in reality, three full minutes had passed before either party was interested in stopping. He feels his his shirt pocket buzz, marking Midnight.

"Let's just go to my room, instead."

The now visibly excited man withdrew three crisp twenty-dollar bills from his wallet and placed them under his empty glass. Becky eyed his bulge, the outline of a stiff cock under layers of cloth and denim. It's a sight that seems almost comical to her, until it's time to put it to a good use. She resisted the urge to lead him to the elevator by his rigid member, instead smiling at the mental image.

She pushed the button marked 4, and the doors closed. As the car ascended, she pulled him forward for another kiss.

"My pussy is so wet", she whispered. "Are you ready for your dessert?" He smiled in return. "Good thing I saved room." Raul followed Becky down the hallway to the room, 469. For sixty-nine, indeed! Once inside, he sat at the writing desk facing the beautiful, smiling traveler before him. He summoned her closer, and as she approached, she lifted her dress around her hips and sat on his right knee, with both her legs on the inside of his legs.

"Now, what were you telling me about that pussy?" He lifted her dress the rest of the way up, above her head. She complied, lifting her arms to allow the dress to slip off. Raul marveled at Becky's perfect tan. So even, such a deep caramel hue. Her color reminded him of an aged cognac. He began to kiss her clavicle softly, resisting the urge to bite just yet. Yearning for her sensitive breasts to be suckled on, she cradled his head as he moved his way down her cleavage formed by a black satin bra. The chair had no arms, and Rebecca was not much more than double the weight of her suitcase, therefore Raul effortlessly lifted her by her buttocks and pivoted her gracile body so that she could straddle him on the chair. This made unhooking her bra a quick and easy two-hand affair, as well as now being directly in front of her now bare perfectly shaped breasts. He softly licked her right nipple with the tip of his tongue, only to slightly wet it, and then blew cold breath onto it. She gasped softly, and he took the nipple into his warm mouth. As he sucked, his tongue was flicking up and down as well inside of his mouth. Her pleasurable moans excited him, and he could feel her grinding her crotch into his hardening erection.

His attention was still on her right breast, he would alternate between sucking, kissing, licking, and light nibbling... almost as if every discrete type of action in itself was to satisfy a different inner craving he hungered to extinguish by ravaging this woman's statuesque body that writhes before him.

"God yes, now the other." Raul ignored her request for another minute. As he made his way over to her left breast, he ran his hands along the outside of her thighs, stopping at her black lace boyshort panties. "Follow me to the bed." He complied.

As the eager male approached the bed, she loosened his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, all while kissing him passionately, but gave up when she realized his jeans were button fly. "What the fuck?", she seemed to say to him with her eyes. With one fell swoop, he pulls the two adjoining sides of the pants apart, and all the buttons on the fly open sequentially in a half of a second. Becky bites her lip and snorts as his thick, already wet cock springs toward her like a phallic jack-in-the-box.

"Err, I go commando on laundry day."

"Whatever", she responds as she sits on the bed, takes the moist head of his rock-hard penis into her mouth and cups his testicles with her left hand while she strokes his warm, veiny shaft slowly with her right.

"Mmmh, jeez." Raul shudders with excitement, and gently runs his fingers through her soft, silky hair as she engulfs his larger than average dick halfway.

Her sweet, innocent face is much too pretty to belong to such a sexual creature, he thinks to himself. Her almond-shaped eyes looking up at him; her luscious, delicate lips around his stone-hard rod; The way her perky, suckable tits are poking him in the thigh, it's just too much for him to handle, he feels close to coming. It's way too soon.

"Get on the bed", he grunts. She sits back on the bed Indian style, with her hands folded over her crossed legs. She still has her lace boy short panties on, and this is something Raul decides to remedy immediately. He slips off his already unbuttoned blue collared shirt and lets it fall to the floor. He sits on the bed in front of her, and playfully pushes her backward. She makes no attempt to keep her balance, and tumbles in an exaggerated manner onto her back. Her legs are still in a crossed position, exposing a wet spot on her panties. Raul takes her legs by the shins and uncrosses them. He kisses the wet spot on her panties passionately, then starts to peel them off of her hips. He raises her legs again, this time wrapping them around the back of his neck.

"Now I got you where I want you."

"Ha, cute."

He kisses the insides of her thighs, alternating between left and right, purposefully avoiding her sweet-smelling vulva.

She grabs his head with both hands and grinds herself into his face. Raul obliges by sticking a firm, broad tongue as deep into her vagina as he can. She arches her back and moans loudly, at which point he takes her wet and inflamed clitoris in between his lips and sucks, slowly and deep at first, but as a rhythm builds between them, he pick up speed. His large, manly hands are now grasping her buttocks tightly, keeping a constant pace of movement. As she gets closer to orgasm, her abdominal muscles take shape and start to heave, her moans intensify, she begins to ruffle his hair with her hands, pulling harder, harder, harder...

Bright, fluorescent circles cloud her vision for a few moments, and surge after surge of sensory overload pulsates all over her body, like waves on a beach from a large ship off shore. As her mental fog slowly lifts, she peers around the room. All of the lights are on in the hotel room, and Becky suddenly becomes aware of how vulnerable she truly is to this man she had just met. The tall man is now eyeing her nakedness, sitting at the foot of the bed, a satisfied smile upon his lips. She tugs on his forearm to bring him closer. As he inches closer she feels his large cock brush her outer thigh. She instinctively reaches for it, and strokes the length. She would need to work his largeness in slowly, being as petite as she was.

"I need you to fuck me. Hard."

Still seated on the edge of the bed, the stranger summons her to join him. He is still wearing jeans, although they are now down around his ankles. Every movement he makes causes the metal pin in his belt buckle to make a clinking sound.

Although he is still erect, being in a seated position causes his length to be reduced by two inches. That might be a good idea, to start, she decides. Becky straddles the excited gentleman caller, facing him, gently fondling his stark nakedness, guiding it to meet her still pulsating sexiness with a medical preciseness that only an expert nurse could afford. As their eager, wet organs meet with a slight resistance, she gasps and holds her breath. Raul's eyes roll back into his head as he enters her. His mouth agape, he lets out a relieved sigh as the exquisite example of perfection in femininity takes in the full length of his engorged member.

For just a few moments, both are happy to keep perfectly still and appreciate the other's presence.

She instigates movement by rocking side to side, in a playful manner. He responds by bouncing her svelte frame up and down, provoking his rock hard dick to admit itself deeper and deeper still into her enveloping womanness. As they kiss passionately, facing each other, she can still smell the sweet musk of her nectar on his face. This arouses her even more, and she bites his lip excitedly. He smiles, and with both hands simultaneously, smacks her ass cheeks quickly, to which she squeals in delight.

"Don't ever fucking stop."

The couple picks up pace, their heads bobbing up and down in unison like oil wells along the side of a Texas highway. Their eyes meet, a defiant strand of hair falls down to block her vision out of her right eye. They kiss passionately with eyes wide open, staring into each others' eyes as if this were a Western gunfight. He wants to keep kissing her as they fuck slowly and steadily, but it proves to be too difficult a task and so he resigns himself to fondling her gorgeous tits, and kissing her neck.

Becky is now painfully aware of the growing desire inside of her to release yet another orgasm, as her engorged fleshly trigger just above the base of his cock is begging to be stroked, petted, pressed, released. The pace quickens, and now their eyes meet again. Every movement where they come closer together is executed with decisive urgency, faster and deeper than the thrust before. He's holding her torso close to his, with both arms against her back, and can feel her back perspiring against his arms. Her breath quickens, she is now exhaling every breath deeper and louder than ever.

"Oh my God... I think..."

Rebecca is now grinding her pubis as hard as she can to meet Raul's stiffness on every movement. Before she can ask him to kiss her again, she begins to feel the familiar, welcome spasms in her groin, and she lets out a soft, deep moan. The internal spasms of her strong orgasm she experiences cause her Kegel muscles to tighten around her man friend's rigid member. An already very tight fit before, this added stress causes Raul to lose control and explode his built up orgasm inside of her. Convulsions control his body, writhing and squirming with every movement. He mumbles into her ear, "Sweet Jesus, ohhhhhh". As he loses control of his motor functions momentarily, she has to hold on to him so that she doesn't fall to one side. She kisses him deeply as both of their eyes are closed.

Raul falls backward onto the bed, and she rests her head on his naked, sweaty chest. He hugs her with his free arm, and rubs her shoulder blades softly.

The last few moments before she succumbs to sleep's beckoning, Rebecca stares out the window into the starless New York Skyline, and sees the top of Empire State building. Had the curtains really been open the whole time?

She smiles to herself and drifts off to sleep.