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My Unexpected Career

The day had been long. I had traveled across the ocean returning home from visiting the resting place of my ancestors, nestled between the mountain peaks of the western Alps. I always thought of those mountains as the benevolent breasts of mother earth. I loved crawling between them like a child awaiting the life-giving milk that poured from their peaks, the slowly melting glacier peaks giving rise to gurgling streams that made their way between rocks and pines. But after many hours in the air all that was behind me, mundane life eagerly awaited my return.

The cab ride to the hotel was uneventful. Fortunately, the driver was not the chatty type and I enjoyed a few moments of solitude as we drove between the skyscr*pers of downtown. The scent of urbanity was wafting in through the A/C, as not even a filter can halt it. Soon, in the distance I saw the glowing lights of inhabited rooms in the towering hotel whose elongated phallic shape protruded upwards toward the emerging moon against the backdrop of a deep blue dusk. Exchanging few words I finalized the transaction with the driver, collected my baggage and walked through the main entrance.

“Good evening sir”, said the well dressed and overly attentive man behind the counter, “are you checking in?”. I had to restrain my sarcasm, fueled by the many hours in transit. “Yes, thank you”, a polite response seemed more appropriate. Soon I had the key in hand and after a few pushes of elevator buttons I emerged from its gaping doors. Knowing that rest soon awaited me made walking through the doors feel like a minor rebirth. With my suitcase’s wheels humming behind me I wondered through the maze of corridors to find my final destination, having a strange sense that there might be a minotaur roaming these same hallways. The premonition was, in retrospect, prophetic albeit fancifully misguided.

Arriving at the door I felt a sense of relief and pulled out my key. As I pushed it into the key hole, I immediately realized something was amiss. It struggled in its penetrative attempt. I pulled it out and joggled the handle, attempted opening it again to no avail. In my relative exhaustion I felt the tangy taste of despair slowly creep up my throat. “C’mon! really!”, I thought to myself as I tried once again in my Sisyphean endeavor. Dreading the elevator ride back to the main desk I resigned myself to a longer wait than expected before I could lay myself down.

As I was putting the useless key back into my pocket, the door slowly opened before me. At first just a crack, letting the faint glow of light peak through. After a brief hesitation the entry way widened and I heard a faint female voice utter “come in”. Puzzled, but intrigued, I entered.

Behind the door stood a lovely brunette woman, aged in her late 30s or early 40s, wearing only a towel, her hair still damp from a recent shower. Her greens eyes exuded a mixture of cautious anticipation. She gazed down at my suitcase and nervously joked; “oh, you really come prepared”. Our eyes locked as I tried to restrain my confusion. “come in, come in so I can fully close the door”, she whispered. I followed her direction.

“I was not expecting you so soon”, she said, “but I am happy to see that you are in the ballpark of how the agency described you”. What agency, I thought to myself? Having spend the day feeling like an adventurer without adventure, following a prescribed flight pattern, I gave myself to the situation. “… I am glad to meet with your approval”, I replied.

She smiled, slowly parting her full lips, and grabbed my hand as she led me into the room. Her suitcase was open, although she had started to distribute her belongings through the room. I could smell the trail of her perfume as she led me into her layer. “I have a power meeting early tomorrow, so let’s not waste time”, she said. I found myself agreeable to her demand, although not quite clear as to what the demand entailed. “As you please” I added, elaborating a smile.

She let her towel drop to the floor revealing a Rubenesque but fit shape. My mind interpolated a renaissance backdrop around her frame, like one of the many paintings in Florentine museums. Although the story of the evening was starting to morph itself before my eyes, my incredulity was having the best of me. But reality slowly set in.

With little hesitation she dr*ped her soft arms around my shoulders and slowly brought her lips to mine. Upon the meeting of labial flesh I felt a wave of pleasure drain from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I gave into the unexpected nature of the moment. Our lips melted into one as the tip of her tongue made furtive exploratory motions between my lips. I laid my hand upon the small of her back and slowly drew her closer to me. Although I was still fully clothed my mind’s eye could feel the softness of her skin, the stiffness of her nipples, and the fullness of her mons as her body met mine. She started to slowly moan as the tips of our tongues met between our joined lips, entangling themselves like opposing roman legions on the Milvian bridge. With one hand finding its resting place on the roundness of her buttocks, my other hand migrated to her nape and slowly entangled itself in her hair. I slowly pulled her head back as my lips traced a path from her mouth to her neck, my breath warming the path before them. She let out a sigh as I kissed my way to her ear, slowly tracing its outline, then wrapping its helix between my lips as my tongue flicked at it. She let her arms slowly fall by the side and firmly grasped at my sides. As our lips returned to their initial lock, I felt her starting to unzip my pants.

“I think I should take a quick shower before we go any further. Like yourself I have just returned from a trip and ….”, she nodded in agreement and said “You’re a busy one!”. I took a thorough shower, but in its brevity it might be considered an Olympic record. As I turned the corner back into the room, I found her on the bed with her legs spread letting her fingers run alongside her tumescent clit, her eyes closed and her head slightly tilted. The curves of her body became psychedelic troubadours in my mind’s eye, their song inviting me over. As her fingers explored her vulva I raised her left foot and rubbed it over my cheek, before engulfing her toes in my mouth as my tongue danced over their contours. My hands graced her lower leg, moving toward her knee, then her inner and outer thighs while her toes were still in my mouth. As she bent her leg, my lips followed the path pioneered by my hands eventually finding their resting place between her now fully spread legs. Her breasts were full and rested perfectly upon on her chest, with just enough give at the sides to make her erect nipples project upward like engorged Eiffel towers. From my point of view it was a return to the comforting Alpine valleys I had left behind.

As my mouth wrapped itself around her vulva she started to slowly tweak each nipple, letting out barely audible sighs of pleasure. My lips and tongue maneuvered around her labia as I started to taste her flow slowly draining from within her. Latched onto her I let my fingers slowly traverse her inner thighs, then allowing my hand to gain a firmer hold onto her soft skin and my hands moved to her mons and then her belly, finally reaching her breasts. She grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me into her as her thighs closed upon my head. My ears were now muffled by her inner-thighs, and all that remained was the sound of my mouth and her vulva interlocked in a duet of slurps and licks. Her now fully erect clit made circles upon my tongue as she gyrated her hips to complement my tongue and lips’ efforts. Soon after I started feeling her juices overflow outside of my mouth, leaking downward toward her anus, and her legs started to quiver. She arched forward and really pushed my mouth onto her by now drenched vulva as my tongue entered her canal and was triturated by her muscular contractions. She let out a few yelps, subdued screams and then collapsed back. While still engaged in a full kiss with her vulva I slowed down my tongue’s efforts, occasionally eliciting an aftershock. I graced her outer labia for a few minutes following, and she laid there in a fully relaxed state giving an occasional sigh. Then, abruptly, she uttered “Thanks, that was just what I needed. You can go now. Don’t forget the envelope, it’s on the desk over there”. Surprised I lifted my head from its resting place between her legs, and indeed saw an envelope as described. Without further words, as she now rested on her side on the bed mostly ignoring me, I dressed and took the envelope. “It was a pleasure meeting you”, I said. “Sure, next time I’ll ask for you again. Have a good night”, she replied as she turned in bed now exposing her back to me.

The door closed behind me and I headed for the elevator holding the envelope in my hands dragging the case behind me. Upon arriving at the elevator, I noticed that I was on the 18th floor, not the 19th floor where I was supposed to have been. The elevator door opened and out walked a fantastic specimen of manhood, maybe mid 20s, fit and muscular, but with some facial similarity to me detracting from his otherwise successful attempt at perfection. We nodded in mutual acknowledgement, and he started to head down the hallway from whence I came. When I entered the elevator, I had a strange inkling and held the door open button while peeking out into the hallway. The young man stopped before the door I had just left behind me. I returned to the solitude of the elevator and hit the 19th floor button.

This time the key worked as expected and soon I was sitting on the edge of the bed pondering what an unusual evening this had been. I opened the envelope she had given me and found four 100$ bills. I am a successful professional, but 400$ for 30 minutes of my time is well beyond my pay scale.

After briefly considering my career choice, as a moon bean shone across my darkened room through a crack in the shades, I drifted off into sleep.