Mr. W reached out to me as we were both members of a special interest website, the subject of which we share a common interest. I had posted on what specifically was of interest to me, and in the thread I had mentioned an upcoming business trip. W had reached out and asked if I’d be interested in spending a few hours keeping his wife company, as she too would be in the same city on business at the same time, and he preferred she wouldn’t be alone, being so far from home…he’d feel better knowing she was with someone he was comfortable with, at least for a bit of her trip…and after all, we had a common interest and are website members etc. Her name was A, and she was given my hotel name. W had arranged for us to meet a bit later in the evening, as I had a work dinner after the day’s business. At the arranged time, I would wait in the lounge in my hotel’s lobby, but other than names, we were both flying blind. The lounge wasn’t busy, and in walked a beautiful woman, still dressed for the business day in a blouse, heels and shorter black skirt. I didn’t immediately think that this was A, as this woman looked early 40’s at most and A was, like me, early 50’s. When she said hello…are you S? ..I was taken aback. My thoughts went to that great old movie where Melanie Griffith tells Harrison Ford..l’ve got a head for business and a bod for sin, and A looked like she was fully capable of easily filling both roles with ease. Wow…W is indeed a fortunate man. As we sat down, A took her phone out and said..I’m just texting W to let him know we’ve met. We sat and spoke of our respective work, what we liked and disliked about Ottawa and then we were interrupted by a few rather loud people entering the hotel lobby. As A swivelled around to look at them, her blouse, unbuttoned lower than normal for a business meeting, opened to reveal a wonderful, perky, braless breast. She had already caught me once looking at her great legs and now again caught me looking at her open blouse when her focus returned to me, so then A asked, with a coy smile, does your room have a view of Parliament? My hotel room doesn’t, she said, and I always forget to ask when checking in..to which I replied well, actually I don’t know…I didn’t even bother to open the curtains…a real road warrior eh? Well then, A replied, let’s go and see…I’ve been wanting a good nighttime picture and would hate to miss the opportunity. As we waited for the elevator, A once again texted W, telling him we were on the way to my hotel room. A then twirled herself into the elevator with another coy smile. Upon entering my room, A went right to the curtains, opened them and saw… a courtyard. The view was of another wing of the hotel on two sides and an apartment building farther off. We could see into a few of the rooms, including one directly across from us with a man lying on the bed, probably watching TV. Looking out the window, I was now standing very close to A, her shoulder blade against my chest and I placed my hand on A’s far shoulder and said sorry…no Parliament. Her perfume was subtle, light, tropical fruity…hint of pineapple perhaps? With my hand still on her shoulder, she turned to me and said..well, that’s ok…but W said you’d be looking after me..so… and as she placed one arm around my neck, her fingers unbuttoned the final lower buttons of her blouse, we kissed. My hands ran up and down her body, delighting in the alternating textures of her skin, skirt and curves. She tasted delightful, and after a long while I felt her hand moving down my chest, over my belt and finding my desire obvious, my belt was soon unbuckled. A went to her knees and, in front of this open window, started to suck me, oblivious to whomever might be watching from the other rooms or apartments. Her lips on my cock were as wonderful as they had been on my lips. A then positioned her phone to take a selfie…after all this was selfie-centric Ottawa..but this pic was of me fully in her mouth. Liking the picture, off it went to W. I then led A to the bed, and A, still wearing her heels, correctly positioned herself over a corner, facing away. I bent her over, lifting her skirt and pulling her wet panties to the side, then slowly pushed myself in. I told A I wanted her phone..it was my turn to take some pics. Shortly thereafter W received a few choice shots showing what his beautiful wife’s pussy was now experiencing from a man she had only just met not even an hour before. The night continued with slow sensual massages, sucking, hard riding, licking…I slowly discovered what made A purr, moan, tense and blissfully release, again and again. Pics were taken and sent and I wondered since A was flying home the next morning, if W tomorrow would be tasting what I would soon be leaving inside of his beautiful, sexy wife. When we finally parted, exhausted and spent, we both hoped another business meeting would bring us together again…someday. …so now you ask, dear readers, what was the website/interest in common to which both W and I belong and got all of this started?

The answer is easy…you’re on it now.