He didn't seem to mind the irritated tone she used on him and paid for her drink despite it. Then a woman had come over to see what he was up to and that had disarmed her somewhat. Apparently she and the man were there together and he'd just seen Gwendolyn there trying not to cry and had come over to see if she was alright. Reassured that he wasn't trying to hit on her she'd been more receptive to the pair trying to cheer her up. From the Labels on the bags the woman was carrying she knew that the pretty blonde had just been lingerie shopping. The guy was in for a hell of a night it seemed. It had been so nice of them to stop to talk to her that she'd let them walk her up to her room. The woman had introduced herself as Sonya on the way up to the third floor as Jamie led the way. By some strange coincidence their rooms had been right opposite each other. When she'd gone inside she'd found her room was pleasant enough and started getting undressed. Thinking that there might still be hope for the human race if it had people like that young couple in it she'd allowed herself a small smile.

The suit she'd worn to the interview was soon unravelled from her fatigued body. She hadn't even had time to iron the damn thing that morning. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror she realised that she wouldn't have even hired herself Looking Like that.

She'd tied her hair up into a bun that had already begun to unravel of its own accord. Loosening the hairpin that kept it in place caused her long dark auburn hair to cascade down to hang just past her shoulder blades. She ruffled the messy locks up a Little to let them fall more wildly around her features. Her shoes were kicked across the room as she then slipped out of her suit-jacket to let it crumple on the floor.

The grey skirt had been the next to go as she made her way towards the bathroom. After flicking on the Light switch she made her way over to the polished sink and washed her face. Afterward she Looked into the mirror and realised she actually looked a Little better. The wild waves of her hair framed her exotic features. Her mother had been Spanish and she'd always taken after her more than her father. Granted she'd never met her father but her mother had told her he was English. Her olive skin tone and exotic features were reminiscent far more of the people of the Mediterranean than those of the British Isles. She also noticed her light brown eyes weren't brimming with tears for what must have been the first time since that morning.

“I guess those two actually did manage to cheer me up a Little." She thought to herself.

Walking back to bed she started thinking about the couple again, more specifically the man. Jamie. He'd said his name was Jamie. She'd thought of him as a man the first time she'd seen him but he couldn't have been older than twenty. He'd been tall. She guessed just over six feet in height with a strong athletic build. His musculature wasn't outlandish Like that of a bodybuilder but rather lithe, toned, almost panther-like. He'd certainly displayed his strength by carrying several heavy bags up to the room without any trouble. Remembering the firm shapely ass and the way his biceps tensed with the weight of the bags she let her thoughts wander for a while. She found the more she remembered Jamie's appealing physique, the more her troubles slipped farther to the back of her mind.

Gwendolyn caught herself daydreaming in the doorway to the bathroom and shook her head. She had a lot of problems on her plate right now and this was no time for her to be indulging in impossible fantasies.

Jamie's girlfriend had after all being a gorgeous slim blonde with several bags filled with naughty under garments. It was hardly plausible that Gwendolyn could tempt the young man away from her even if she'd wanted to. She'd also been older than him by at least five or six years.

“Probably teaching him how to use his equipment properly." Gwendolyn thought to herself with a little smirk. Still, she'd thought the two were a good match for each other despite the slight age gap. There had been something in the way they Looked at each other that suggested they were very much in love. Thinking about that made Gwendolyn feel a little emptier inside. She needed a distraction to prevent her from crying the night away.

In fact she was thinking about turning on the TV and raiding the mini-bar when she caught a faint pleasant scent in the air. At first she thought it might have been something to make the bed sheets smell nicer and ignored it. Then she found herself breathing a little more deeply through her nose. Whatever that smell was it was one of the nicest things she'd ever come across in her life. As she inhaled more and more the scent became ever stronger. She went over to the bed and pulled back the sheets to look for the source of whatever was making it. There was nothing to be found however as she overturned her pillows and pulled the sheets off the bed completely. Following the desirable smell she found it steadily affecting her other senses. She started to hear a soft melody in the air, playing along to the beat of her heart.

Then a delicious taste rolled along her tongue making her try to swallow whatever it was. As quickly as it came it vanished, Leaving her wanting more.

“What the hell is this!?" She thought to herself. Now looking for any kind of air freshener in the room since the source of the intoxicating aroma seemed to keep moving about the place even as she tried to follow fio

Suddenly and without warning she felt a wave of pleasure crash through her body. It was so strong that her legs weakened enough to make her fall back on the bed. The scintillating feeling continued to grow within her making her claw at the bed sheets. She thought to herself that whatever this was she should probably try to get away from it.

Still she couldn't muster the strength or the willpower to tear herself away from the amazing sensations now flooding through her skin.

Her hands started running down along her sides over the thin white cotton shirt she was wearing. The feel of her own fingers against her skin was almost electrifying. It was as if her sense of touch had been doubled, even tripled. Letting out a feint moan she started hearing a rhythmic beat that she first ascribed to her heart slamming inside her chest. Yet as she listened more closely she realised the screams of pleasure she thought might have been her own were in fact coming across the hallway. The beating noise was no doubt Sonya's hips slamming against the wall.

"Oh god he's fucking her!" The highly sexed woman thought to herself.

Of course she wasn't amazed that he was fucking her. She'd expected that. What she was amazed at was that he was fucking her so good she was screaming his name to the heavens.

Not to mention everyone on the third floor of the hotel too.

Her fingers instinctively pulled her shirt away from her hips and slowly slid under her Little black velvet panties. As she felt her own slit she whimpered at the intense feeling that immediately blasted through her. It was as if her whole body had suddenly burst into flames of hot searing Lust. All her problems were falling from her mind one by one as she listened to the chorus of the woman's bliss induced wails from across the hall. Plunging two fingers deep inside the sweltering wet folds of her pussy, she let out a little squeal of gratification.

She'd resigned herself to doing this quite a lot since her sex life had died off in the past six months. This however was unlike anything she'd ever felt before in her life. With her free hand she grasped her full round breast and moaned whilst diddling her pussy. Lying back on the bed she frigged herself wildly, her fingers eventually making hot squishy noises as they delved into her juicy fuck flesh.