It happened in the blink of an eye. We were at a training seminar in New York. We had seen each other throughout the day and had passed flirtatious glances and few a kisses at each other. As I entered the elevator there you are, looking oh so hot. “Going up” you say. “I’d rather be going down” I mutter under my breath. Apparently I wasn’t discreet enough as you lean forward pressing the Close Door button and say “That makes two of us”. You’re slightly bent over as you press the button and you look over your shoulder and smile that sly seductive smile of yours. As you straighten and turn to me I wrap my arms around your waist and you naturally step into me. We fit like hand and glove and ask the age old line “Your room or mine?”
“I’m on the 45th floor” you say.
“I’m on the 60th .” I respond.
“Good, that’ll give us more time to get acquainted.” You say as you press my floor. Turning back to me I can feel the raw heat coming off your body. My cock hardens just being near you. You look up to me and as our lips touch your fragrance envelopes me and I lose all track of time and space. Softly at first and then more fervently our lips touch, then press, then grind as your tongue darts out seeking my own. My hands, on the small of your back don’t stay there long. One travels up to press you firmer to me, the other travels down, again to press you firmer to me. With your wonderful ass in my hand, your hot lips on mine, my cock feels as though it’s made of granite. My nerves are strumming as I pull your hips into mine, pressing my cock into you. I feel your breath catch at the touch of my hardness. We’re there.

The doors slide open onto a hallway with only a few doors. We make our way down to my suite and its all I can do to get the key in the lock. You laugh asking if I always have such problems “getting it in”. “I’m not use to handling such small things” I say, referring to the key. You laugh as the door opens onto a large suite. You barely notice though as you’re in my arms as soon as we enter. We kiss our way into a large sitting/entertainment area with a huge couch and coffee table. My cock, straining in my pants brushes across you stomach. “What have we here?” you ask, rubbing the front of my pants. “Are we a little excited?” “No, were a LOT excited!” I respond.