Enter into the Avendyre Hotel

Since the sectioned off area was a part of the hotel, it wasn't too long before I had found an entrance that led into the hall from the area that I was in. The entrance was sectioned off just like the one I had come in from, except there was no man or person here to function as an additional guardian, leaving only a rope and some signs that partially obstructed access to the closed doors to serve as the deterrent. I walked up to the doors, opened one up, and proceeded to go over the rope and squeeze my way through the small pole signs that were on the inside. Once past the barrier, I'm immediately relieved to feel the splendid air that is oh so graciously coming from the air conditioning inside the luxurious Avendyre Hotel.

"*yawns* Guess I might as well just crash on this couch right here. Or better yet..." I walk over to the reception area where there are lines of people waiting to get checked in. I walk by them all the way up to the front since they can't mind me, and once up at the front of the line, a man with a large bag of what I assume to be his belongings gets off the line after grabbing a card.

"Next!" the receptionist whose name seems to be **** says, prompting a 5'6 White woman who looks to be in her late thirties to step up to the counter.

"Hi, yes, I'm Andrea Michaels. I booked a one-bed guestroom." the woman states her name and business being here.

"Andrea, Andrea, Andrea~..." **** says while looking down at the computer.

"Mhm. Yeah. Gotcha. I'll go get you your keycard." **** looks up says with a modest smile on his face then goes back to looking at the screen.

"Okay, thank you!" Andrea replies, exuding friendliness.

While **** is getting Andrea's keycard, I do an analysis of Andrea. Her brown hair is tied back into a ponytail that goes past her shoulders just a little bit. She has on a pink visor cap, a pair of brown-tinted aviators that prevent me from seeing her eyes, a pink polo shirt, cuffed khaki shorts that don't make it past the middle of her thighs, and a pair of white tennis shoes. I take notice of how attractively fat she is and how her weight is nicely distributed throughout her body. Her boobs look very large and are very noticeable due to how much they push against her shirt's fabric, and her ass and thighs are nice and meaty, with her ass having a good amount of wideness to it. Her face also doesn't seem to have any excess fat in it, but by no means does she have the face of a model, it's just an average-looking face for a woman in her late thirties, and that's good enough for me since her very voluptuous body sure does look like it's got a lot for me to have fun with.

"Hold on, wait. This might take longer than expected, so I'm sorry for the wait." **** says to Andrea while his eyes are still glued to the computer.

"Oh, it's okay! I'm in no rush." Andrea replies with a smile on her face, doing a downward wave of the hand to express that it's no big deal.

"Meh. I'll save you for when we get to the room." I turn to face the Middle-Eastern woman waiting behind her and that looks like she's on a business trip given how she's dressed in business attire, "I'll just use her while **** gets everything ready." I say to Andrea while wrapping my arms around the woman and then forcefully pulling her in toward me for a make-out session. While getting sloppy with the unresponsive woman's mouth, I unbutton her shirt one by one and pull it to the sides so that I may slip my hands under her bra cups to grope her soft tits that feel like 34Bs to me.

"Okay, Ms.Michaels. Here is your keycard. Your room is 8M which means that it's on the eighth floor. Elevators are that way. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you so much. You have a wonderful day. Take care!"

"You too. Next!"

"Aw, man. I barely got to use her mouth." I say as I have my hands on the back of the businesswoman's head as I thrust my cock inside her very accepting mouth.

Andrea gets off the line and starts heading off in the direction that **** said the elevators were located, I get off a couple more quick pumps in the businesslady's mouth before pulling out to follow Andrea. We get to the elevators where there is nobody else around oddly enough. Andrea hits the button to call the elevator and the one behind us immediately opens prompting both Andrea and I to briskly walk over to it and get on; it's more spacious than a typical elevator. Andrea hits the button to go to the eighth floor and parks herself up on the wall with her roller backpack in front of her. Three seconds pass and a twenty-something, tanned White girl carrying a leather handbag hurries into the elevator right before the doors shut. She hovers her finger over the grid of buttons for a few seconds before pressing the ninth floor button and going on to lean against the wall beside the button grid.

"I am never without." I say and do a light stretch. I approach the girl and grip her arms so that I can turn her around and stuff as I check her out. "5'6, dirty blonde hair that goes down to the middle of the back, moderate physique, tinted sunglasses, sleeveless gray shirt, short denim skirt, black sandals, no bra, average bust, probably 32B, average ass, average thighs, and..." I stop saying my observations out loud as I rub her leg up and down, "very smooth skin... yup. All done." Finishing my inspection just as the doors closed, I take the girl's phone out her hand and drop it in her handbag.

I lift her skirt up just enough to expose the pink lace thong she has on and pull them down, having tension. I slide my index and middle finger down my tongue, wetting it nicely to then rub it on her slit and stick it inside of her. For a little while, I fingered her thoroughly, but had to cut it short as I was reminded by the elevator's ascent that I didn't have much time with her. Getting a move on, I slip her underwear off of her foot and put my hand under the bend of her leg and raise it up, bringing one side of her body up onto the railing that was on each of the elevator's walls, excluding where the doors were. With my eyes on her modestly hairy vagina, I grab my erection and put it inside her, getting closer to her body as I ease my way into her hole. Some vertigo comes over me as I start thrusting in and out of her, but soon enough it goes away to let me enjoy the very stimulating internal temperature that her vagina has to offer my penis.

With my other hand free, I grabbed the bottom of her top and slid it up until her bare 32B breasts were in my sight. If it weren't for how good it felt being inside her pussy, I would have stopped penetrating her right now just to go down and suck on the pale, untanned parts of her boobs as her small, erect, and mildly bumpy nipples looked like they could use a mouth on them to hide the complexion inconsistency. Before going on to start grabbing at her chest, I tilted her head up at me and brought my lips to hers to do my best at kissing her as her lips remained still, only moving when the pressure I put on them was enough to make them. Sliding my hand up her stomach, I covered her whole breast with my hand and squeezed it just as fast as I was pulling out of her and pushing back in, which was quite fast.

I didn't really know what it was, but just fucking her like this in this setting was getting me really excited. I had to acknowledge this because this girl was unspecial, pretty average compared to what I had seen all this day, but the intercourse I was having with her was bringing me really close. Could it be because the overall excitement that I was feeling from staying in a hotel was enhancing the experience, or because doing it in a quiet elevator is probably something that I must be into, or maybe even just having her propped up like this made things feel really good. I couldn't really tell, but what I could tell was that the elevator was nearing the eighth floor, and that I was also nearing climax.

When the elevator reached the seventh floor, I started going faster, making the subtle wet sounds of sex that filled the small space get a little louder. I squeezed her B-cup harder, but quickly abandoned that change in pace as I instead brought my hand up to her neck and wrapped it tightly around her throat. I had stopped kissing her as to focus my motor skills more on bringing my cock in and out of her pussy, leaving me to just breathe heavily on her mouth which was only an inch away from mine. Feeling that feel that comes right before imminent ejaculation, I pulled out of her and aimed my member upward to let out one rope onto her stomach, and then another onto her denim skirt. I squeezed whatever wasn't shot out onto her thigh and also rubbed my tip clean on it, stopping the cleanup when I heard the elevator ding and saw Andrea approach the doors, signaling for me to get ready as well.