Strangers With Candy

As a long-time hotel worker, Jennifer is no stranger to sexual encounters on the job. But when she hooks up with an executive at a confectioners’ conference during Halloween weekend, she finds that hotel lust is not just hot—it’s sweet.

Warning: Strangers With Candy (9,400 words) contains rooftop rendezvous, elevator exhibitionism and sweet, one-night delights.


As the elevator flung open, Phillip grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the sliding doors. He led me down the hall to his office, where I coyly stalled at the door, pretending I didn’t know what we were doing there.

“Did we move the meeting location, Phillip?” I asked him.

“No, Jennifer,” he said as he pulled me inside and locked the door behind us. “I’m calling a quick meeting right now. Just the two of us.”

Before I could even tell him I was game for it, he started unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my hard nipples that were still poking through the thin fabric of my bra. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them in the palms of his hands, working my nipples with his thumbs. He pushed me up against the nearest wall and took one of my nipples in his hot, ravenous mouth, resting his teeth on it. He reached his hand up under my skirt and grabbed my pussy through my panties, which were already drenched from watching the elevator sex show. As he insatiably devoured my nipples, he hiked my skirt up to my belly, and moved my panties just enough to stick one of his fingers inside me.

“I see you liked that couple as much as I did,” he muttered as he plunged two more fingers into my wetness.

“I did,” I whispered, closing my eyes and enjoying him ravaging my hot spots. “I didn’t really think you noticed.”

“You couldn’t see how hard I was in the meeting? I know you were looking down there.”

“Bad lighting,” I moaned, swiveling my hips back and forth between the wall and Phillip’s hand.

Phillip yanked his fingers out of my hole, and directed me to his desk. His drenched hand swiped a stack of paperwork onto the floor as he pushed my back against the mahogany wood. He got on his knees in front of me, spread my legs, and spent a moment admiring my fuckable folds.

“Did you see them?” he asked me. “Did you see him sucking on her pussy like that?”

“Yeah,” I panted.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m about to do the same thing to you.”

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