You're a long way from home in a strange city ending your day at the bar with your drink of choice.

You feel her eyes on you before you see her - sitting at the end of the bar - your eyes sweep over her starting at her feet- patent black stilettos, black silk stockings, the small side split of her skirt gives a glimpse of red suspenders and smooth creamy thigh. Her red silk blouse drapes softly over her breasts, the hint of erect nipples beneath the flimsy fabric. She toys with a string of pearls around her neck as she eats an olive staring straight at you. Eyes so blue - you can't look away, mesmerising you , a slight smile from a perfect mouth and a look on her face like she has a secret.

You drink her in and feel a stirring in your groin - wanting her even without knowing her. You consider going over to her and just as you work up the courage to do so she is joined by a tall dark man who places a kiss on her cheek and acts like he owns her.

Disappointed, you finish your drink and head to the lift to go to your room. Just as the lift door is about to close she is there having just made it through the doors. There's just the two of you in the lift yet she stands right behind you, so close you can smell her perfume. Your cock hardens immediately as you turn slightly to hide it from her.

Feeling her warm breath on your neck she kisses you - not a word is spoken but she has you under her spell. You turn to her and kiss her soft perfect mouth, her lips return your kiss with wanton abandon. Her breasts pressed against your chest one hand in your hair pulling you to her, the other rubbing your hardness through your pants.

Your hands move over her ass and down her thighs, up under her skirt, to cup her smooth bare ass. You're almost cumming in your pants from excitement. She pushes you down to your knees and places one shiny black heel on your shoulder her pussy in front of you inviting you to taste.

Your weakness, as if she knew exactly how to tempt you. Throwing caution to the wind you bury your face in her sweetness. Your tongue lapping like a thirsty animal causing her to moan and writhe with pleasure. She grinds against you, juices flowing and still not a word spoken. The lift comes to a sudden halt. Just as suddenly as it started she stops, pulls her skirt down, kisses your wet mouth and leaves.

You stand, wondering whether you are supposed to follow her of if that's the end of it. If you hesitate you lose the opportunity, what do you do?