Nancy decides that Fletcher deserves a reward

Nancy moaned as the shower’s warm water cascaded over her naked body. Closing her eyes, she let the last hour pass by in her mind. Man, that had gone out of control. She didn’t know what she had been thinking! She had gone in there without too much of a plan, granted, but the way things had quickly spiraled out of control?! It was embarrassing.

She took a deep, calming breath, then blew the air out of her mouth. Her lips still felt numb. She was drunk! Within a short time, she had ingested copious amounts of champagne and tequila and as much as the thought made her uneasy, if Fletcher hadn’t barged in when he had, the men would have had their way with her. Despite herself, she shuddered as she remembered Briand’s rough, strong hands on her body, controlling her, dominating her…

“Ohgod!” she moaned, realizing that her right hand made its way between her legs, finding her pussy like it had a mind of its own. What the hell was going on? Was she really this needy? Since when did that happen? If her horniness was really getting in the way of her work, compromising her in the most crucial of moments, maybe it was irresponsible not to do something about it?! Her fingers slid over the smooth lips of her pussy, teasing her without entering.

Then Fletcher had arrived. The huge, black nerd had really saved her bacon on this one! He was an annoying creep, Nancy had no illusions about that, but he had come through when she needed some help and had single-handedly gotten the job done. She bit her lip as she remembered him staring down the two men, then grabbing her arm to drag her along, strong and dominant. Her fingers moved in a massaging motion, rubbing her soft nether lips. A guy his size, he would probably pack quite some heat!

Grunting, Nancy turned off the water, knowing that this wasn’t going anywhere. Dripping wet, she stepped out of the small shower cabin and grabbed a fluffy towel that the hotel provided. As she stood in front of the big mirror in front of the sink she used it to wipe the condensed water off, taking a look at her own reflection. Her eyes were slightly red-shot from the ****, but apart from that, she looked the best she ever had. Fit and firm, all over!

She bit her cheek as her thoughts once again returned to Fletcher, sitting outside in the hotel room and hacking away at his keyboard. It was clear to her that the thought was due to the booze, but something inside her really wanted to go out there now and fuck him. Fletcher would love it, no doubt. If his eyes weren’t telling the story enough, his mouth was doing that with his constant, horny comments. He’d probably fuck her good! And she needed that so much these days. She hadn’t been fucked properly since moving out of Patrick’s house…

She acted before she could think about it any further, knowing fully well that every second she hesitated she was more likely to chicken out. Stark naked and still dripping with shower water, she turned around and unlocked the bathroom door, opening it and stepping outside.

Fletcher was sitting on the bed, rapidly typing on his laptop. He was facing her, but too busy with his work to notice that she had stepped into the room, giving her a moment’s time to lean lasciviously against the doorframe, putting on a cocky smirk. “Fletcher,” she said, getting his attention.

The big man looked up, opening his mouth to reply, but forgot what he wanted to say immediately when he saw her, his eyes widening behind his thick glasses.

“Ohwow…” was all the big man was able to say, eagerly taking in Nancy’s naked form. He had dreamed and fantasized about the gorgeous Latina woman numerous times, no question about that. In his fantasies she was his kinky, little slut, his naughty side-piece while Syd was the main woman, but even still he couldn’t help but think that Nancy was the hotter one of the two. Opposed to the wilder, free spirit that Syd was, which was just more his style, Nancy was just… a family woman with a husband (now ex-husband) and step-daughter, all prim and proper. He had never truly thought he would see her like this.

Leaning up against the door, Nancy was still utterly wet from the shower she had just taken, droplets of water falling off her nude form and onto the carpet. She had folded her arms below her breasts, pushing them up and together as she let him see her and it was as amazing as he had imagined. Big, soft, perfectly shaped, light-golden tits, displaying just the faintest tan lines of her bikini around two small, light-brown nipples that puckered cutely in the room’s cool, conditioned air. Those truly were just begging to be squeezed.

Letting his gaze linger down over her flat, trim stomach, he had to adjust his glasses slightly as he took in Nancy’s plump pussy. A small, puffy mound between her thighs with a delicate slit, perfectly smooth and hairless, it looked good enough to eat. Every inch of this woman was perfection!

“Wow…” he said again, eliciting a giggle from Nancy.

“I thought I really should thank you for saving my ass back there, Fletch!” she said in a husky voice. Pushing off the doorframe, she slowly walked towards him, enjoying his eyes on her naked body. If she had ever had any doubt about her appeal, the big man’s reaction quickly eradicated those. “Just one thing: you tell anyone about this and I will fucking **** you!”

“Yep!” Fletcher nodded, eyes fixed on Nancy’s beautiful cunt as he set his laptop aside, “Seems fair…”