El encaje que perduró

The scent hit me first—jasmine and something warmer underneath, like skin after a long day. I was three nights into a soul-crushing conference in a city I didn't know, and the hotel bar was my only refuge. That's where I saw her.

She sat at the far end of the counter, nursing a glass of white wine, her dark hair falling in waves over a simple black dress. The bar was nearly empty, just the hum of the fridge and the clink of ice. I ordered a whiskey, and she looked up.

"Rough day?" she asked. Her voice was low, almost lazy.

"You have no idea. PowerPoint presentations should be illegal."

She laughed, a soft, breathy sound. "I'm Maya. And I've had four hours of contract negotiations, so I'm pretty sure I win."

"Mitch." I raised my glass. "To surviving."

We talked for an hour—meaningless stuff, then not so meaningless. She was in town for a merger, I was here for marketing. The air between us got thicker with every sip. I watched her lips around the glass rim, the way her fingers traced the stem.

"You know what I hate about hotel bars?" she said, leaning closer.

"¿Qué es eso?"

"Everyone's a stranger. No one has to be careful."

Her hand landed on my thigh under the counter. I felt the heat of her palm through my trousers, and my cock twitched instantly.

"Then let's not be," I said.

She slid off her stool, took my hand, and led me toward the elevator. We didn't speak until the doors closed. Then she pressed me against the wall, her mouth on mine, hungry and tasting of wine. My hands found her ass, gripping through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Room 412," she whispered against my lips.

The key card clicked, and the door swung open. She kicked off her heels, and I watched her—the way her dress rode up her thighs, the flash of lace at her hips. Black, delicate, almost see-through.

"Like what you see?" she asked, catching my stare.

"Joder, sí."

She turned around slowly, giving me the view. Her ass was round and firm, the lace barely covering it, a thin strip of fabric disappearing between her cheeks. I stepped closer, running my hands over the silk.

"This is coming off," I said, hooking my fingers under the waistband.

«Oblígame.»

I pulled them down slowly, savoring the reveal—her skin pale and smooth, the curve of her ass exposed inch by inch. She stepped out of them, and I stuffed the lace in my pocket.

"Keepsake," I said.

She laughed, then pushed me onto the bed. "Your turn."

She unzipped my pants, freed my cock—already hard, leaking at the tip. She stroked it once, twice, then climbed onto the bed, straddling me. I felt her wetness against my shaft, hot and slick.

"God, you're soaked," I groaned.

"You did that."

She guided me inside her, inch by inch, and we both gasped. Her pussy gripped me tight, warm and welcoming. She started to ride me slowly, rocking her hips, her dress bunched around her waist.

"Fuck, Maya."

"Don't talk. Just feel."

I grabbed her hips, guiding her pace, then flipped her over. She landed on her back, legs spread, and I drove into her hard. She moaned, arching her back, her nails digging into the sheets.

"Yes—right there—"

I pulled out and turned her onto her stomach, lifting her ass. The sight of her—sweat glistening on her skin, her pussy swollen and glistening—made me ache. I slammed back in, deep, and she cried out.

"Harder," she begged.

I gave her everything. My balls slapped against her, the sound wet and filthy. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust. I reached around, found her clit, rubbed in circles until she shuddered.

"I'm close—"

"Correte para mí."

She did, clenching around my cock, her whole body trembling. That was enough. I buried myself deep and let go, spilling inside her with a guttural groan.

We collapsed, tangled in sheets, breathing hard. The room was silent except for our breaths, slowly evening out. I felt her hand find mine, squeeze once.

"Eso fue..." empezó ella.

"Yeah."

She turned her head, smiled. "I have meetings at eight."

—Yo también.

We lay there, not moving, listening to each other breathe. The lace in my pocket felt like a promise I didn't want to break.

CATEGORIES: [Panties, Bar, Business Trip, Stranger, Hotel]