The Mature Professor Who Was Left Alone at the Hotel

I traveled a great deal for work and, over the years, learned that small towns hold stories no one would imagine from the outside. That week I had to close a deal in a mountainous cattle region, far from the city, at a roadside inn with a dining room downstairs, bedrooms upstairs, and a fireplace that made the mountain cold bearable.

I had arrived the night before. Alma, the woman in charge, greeted me—an alert, practical woman—as did Vera, a cooperative representative I had trusted for a long time. There was already an old intimacy between us, the kind that needs very few words.

The first night ended exactly as one might expect. After dinner, Vera went up to my room, sat beside me on the bed, and whispered that I seemed tense. I laughed because I knew that tone. When she closed the door, we both knew there was not going to be any innocent massage.

She stripped me quickly, with the confidence of an adult woman who does not ask permission because she already knows what she wants. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, and slid it inside in a single movement, wet and hot, squeezing me as if she had been waiting for days.

“Fuck me hard,” she whispered. “I want to sleep empty.”

I grabbed her by the waist and let her ride me until her tits were bouncing and the room filled with her panting. She came quickly, her cunt contracting around my cock, and then wanted more. She turned around, got on all fours, and offered me her ass with the shameless confidence she had always had with me.

I fucked her for a long while, driving my cock all the way in while her husband, who knew about our game, listened for a moment on speakerphone. That turned her on even more. She moaned his name, begged me for more, ordered me not to stop, and I gave her exactly that until I left her trembling, mouth open, body spent across the sheets.

We did it again in the morning before breakfast. More slowly, closer together, almost tenderly. Then we had the work meeting and the day continued normally, as if no one could imagine that a few hours earlier that woman had finished with my cock in her mouth and my cum spilling across her tongue.

At dusk, Vera left. I stayed at the inn for a couple more days because on Monday I would leave directly for another meeting. I thought the rest of the weekend would be quiet. I was wrong.

***

That same night, a couple arrived in a white pickup, the kind equipped for mountain trails. He was a bearded fellow dressed in hiking clothes. She, on the other hand, caught my attention the moment she walked through the door. She looked close to forty, with light-brown shoulder-length hair, a dark coat, tall boots, and a way of holding my gaze that was anything but shy.

“Good evening,” she said as she passed.

“Good evening.”

That was all. But when she looked up and met my eyes, I felt the spark. Not one invented by my mind. One of those real, sharp, immediate sparks you can even notice in the way the other person takes half a second longer than usual to keep walking.

We happened to be in the dining room during dinner. Her companion did almost all the talking, going on about trails, maps, and paths. She ate in silence, though every so often she sought me out with her eyes. She did not smile much. She did not need to. The tension was somewhere else.

I went to bed without thinking about anything specific, but the next day, at breakfast, I saw her again. She was wearing tight pants, a thick sweater, and her hair half tied back. I had come down in athletic clothes, ready to go for a run around the area. When I sat down, I felt her eyes on the bulge in my crotch even before I lifted my cup.

When I wished her good morning, she blushed ever so slightly. Very little. Enough.

I went out to train, showered when I got back, and came down to eat. The three men in the group left for the mountains with backpacks and sandwiches. She stayed alone at the inn until Sunday. That was when I realized the weekend had changed.

We sat almost opposite each other in the dining room. We ate quietly, without forcing anything. When the coffee arrived, Alma offered her some homemade liquor, and she looked doubtful. I had a bottle of coffee liqueur in the car that someone had given me, so I offered to fetch it.

“If you want to try something smooth, I have an excellent one,” I said.

“Are you always this kind to strangers?” she asked.

“Only to the ones who look at me too much.”

Alma laughed, and she held my gaze. She did not look away. When I returned with the bottle, I poured her a shot. She smelled it, tasted it, and widened her eyes.

“Fuck, this is delicious.”

I poured her another. Then one more. She was not drunk, not by any means, but her expression gradually relaxed. We talked, and I learned that her name was Helena, that she was a university professor, that she had accompanied a colleague simply for the trip, and that she did not have a partner. She said it so naturally that it sounded more like an invitation than a casual fact.

Alma suggested that we move into the sitting room so she could clear the dining room. We went upstairs with our cups in our hands. The lit fireplace gave off a thick, pleasant heat. There was a large sofa facing the fire and two armchairs on either side. I sat down first, but Helena remained standing, looking at me with half a smile.

“Are you going to sit so far away?” she asked. “I thought you were braver.”

I moved to the large sofa. She sat beside me, not pressed against me, but close enough that the fabric of her thigh brushed mine now and then. The conversation shifted from work to literature, from there to desire, and then to the kind of honesty that appears when two adults have already decided, deep down, what they want to do.

“I’ve known since last night that you want me,” she said bluntly.

“And you want me.”

“You already know that.”

She moistened her lips. She was not spreading her legs apart, but she had begun moving them with obvious restlessness. Her chest rose and fell faster. She was no longer speaking as a self-assured professor. She was speaking as a horny woman.

“What I don’t know,” she continued, “is whether you only know how to look, or whether you also know how to fuck.”

I smiled at her.

“Find out.”

She did not answer. She stood up, took my hand, and pulled me toward the hallway. We went into her room first. She closed the door, left her handbag on the chair, and threw herself at my neck in a brutal kiss full of tongue, hunger, and teeth. She gripped the back of my neck with one hand, while the other was already lowering the zipper of my pants.

I slid my hands beneath her sweater and squeezed her tits over her bra. She moaned into my mouth. She pulled back just far enough to breathe and said:

“I don’t want to waste time. I want you to fuck me properly.”

I kissed her again, bit her neck, grabbed her ass over her pants, and felt her trembling. She undid the button of my pants and slipped her hand inside my briefs. When she touched my hard cock, she let out a nervous laugh.

“Fuck… Now I understand why I kept looking.”

She pulled it out and began jerking me off without any delicacy, with the urgency of someone who was already too horny to pretend to be refined. Then she knelt in front of me and swallowed me in one go, taking as much as she could, closing her eyes as if she wanted to fill her entire mouth.

She sucked me very well. Not like an insecure girl feeling her way. Like a woman with experience, kinks, and genuine desire. She gripped the base with one hand while using the other to move my clothes aside so she could work better. She licked my glans, sucked me hard, took me deeper, came back up, and every time her nose brushed my pubis she let out a muffled moan that made me even harder.

I stroked her hair, and she pulled her mouth away for just a second.

“Don’t come yet. I want to feel it inside me.”

She stood up and began undressing in front of me. First the sweater. Then the pants. Then the bra, revealing a medium-sized, beautiful pair of tits with dark, hard nipples. Her black panties came last. When she pulled them down her legs, I saw a cunt already wet and glistening, its lips swollen with arousal.

“Come here,” she ordered.

I laid her on the bed and settled between her legs. Before penetrating her, I kissed her mouth, her neck, and her tits. I sucked one nipple while my right hand moved down to her cunt. When I touched her with two fingers, I felt how soaked she was. They slid in without resistance, sinking all the way to the knuckle amid a wet sound that turned us both on even more.

“Fuck… yes… like that,” she panted.

I opened her legs wider and lowered my head. I licked her clitoris slowly at first, just to hear her breath catch. Then I sped up. I held her thighs, spread wide for me, and she began moving her hips in search of my mouth, rubbing herself desperately against my tongue.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop… fuck…”

I slid two fingers inside her and fucked her with them in time with my tongue. Helena writhed on the bed, gripped the sheets, said incoherent things, called me an asshole, handsome, animal, all mixed together. When she came, she pressed my head against her cunt and let out a long, hoarse, almost savage moan. Her legs were trembling.

I came back up to kiss her. She tasted herself on my lips, noticed her own flavor, and smiled with her eyes half closed.

“Now. Fuck me.”

I took a condom from the toiletry bag she had left within reach and put it on without breaking the tension. Helena could not stop looking at my cock. There was desire, and curiosity too. She settled herself more comfortably on the bed, spread her legs, and touched her cunt with two fingers to spread the moisture around.

“Put it in slowly at first,” she said. “Then do whatever you want with me.”

I placed the tip at her entrance and began pushing it in little by little. She arched her back as she felt me filling her. She was tight and very hot. When I was completely inside her, buried to the hilt, she let out her breath all at once and dug her nails into my shoulders.

“Fuck… yes… like that… don’t pull it out yet.”

I stayed still inside her for a few seconds, enjoying the way she squeezed me. Then I began thrusting slowly, pulling half my cock out and sliding it back in with measured force. Her expression changed immediately. She went from control to that look of pure animal pleasure that appears when a cunt begins surrendering to the rhythm.

“More,” she asked. “Now. Harder.”

I grabbed one of her legs and put it over my shoulder, opening her even wider. From there I penetrated her deeper. Every thrust sounded wet and precise. Helena screamed without shame, her head buried in the pillow, offering herself completely while I squeezed one of her tits and repeatedly slapped her cunt with my cock.

“I love it, I love it… fuck, yes… I like it like that…”

I pinched her nipple, and she looked at me with her mouth open.

“Tell me how you want it.”

“Hard. I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t stop until you make me come again.”

That was what I did. I clenched my teeth, held her by the hips, and began fucking her with longer, harder thrusts. The headboard pounded against the wall. Her moans were almost screams now. I brought one hand to her clitoris and began rubbing it in fast circles while I penetrated her.

Her reaction was immediate. She wrapped her legs around my waist, dug her heels into my back, and began coming with her whole body. Her cunt contracted in powerful pulses, squeezing me again and again.

“I’m coming… I’m coming… fuck, yes… yes… yes…”

I let her enjoy it without leaving her. Then I pulled out and made her turn around. She got on all fours almost by herself, obeying a clear impulse, showing me her round ass and wet crack. I stroked her back, slid one hand between her buttocks, and pushed a finger lubricated with her own arousal into her anus. She let out a startled gasp but did not pull away.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Yes… but don’t fuck around, do it properly…”

I entered her cunt again from behind. That position drove her crazy. She gripped the headboard, pushed her ass toward me, and began receiving me hungrily, matching my thrusts with movements of her hips. Her back was arched, her hair disheveled over her shoulders, and dirty words kept spilling from her mouth.

“Fuck me… like that… more… give me your cock…”

I gave it to her. I held her waist and drove into her hard, again and again, until I made her shriek. Then I pushed my finger into her ass again while I fucked her cunt. That was when she came undone. She came again with a louder cry, thrusting backward, completely surrendered.

“Holy fuck… holy fuck… that feels so good… I can’t… I can’t…”

I took her off the bed and led her to the window. She put her hands on the frame and leaned forward. Outside, evening was beginning to fall over the mountain. Inside, I held her buttocks open with my hands, the tip of my cock once again seeking her soaked entrance.

I penetrated her standing up, pressing her against the glass. She rested her forehead there for a moment and let out a broken sigh. From there I fucked her with a brutal, deep rhythm, using the angle to drive all the way inside. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.

“I didn’t know I needed this,” she said between gasps. “Fuck… more… more…”

I grabbed her hair to pull her head back slightly and bit her shoulder. With my other hand, I found her clitoris again. Helena was so wet that my fingers slid easily. She came in almost continuous waves, never quite coming down from one before another began.

“You’re a beast,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

I turned her around and sat her on the edge of the bed. I lifted her legs, one on either side of my hips, and slid back inside her. That position opened her completely. I could see myself entering and leaving, bright and utterly soaked. She looked too and let out a muffled curse.

“What a fucking spectacle…”

I kissed one tit, then the other, while continuing to thrust into her. Helena lowered a hand and began touching her own clitoris, coordinating her fingers with my thrusts. Seeing her like that, spread open, filthy, moaning without the slightest shame, pushed me right to the edge.

“I want to make you come,” she said. “But first make me come one more time.”

I grabbed her wrists and held them at either side of her body. It was not some rehearsed domination scene. It was pure intensity. I looked into her eyes and fucked her with all the strength I had left, driving my cock into her until she screamed my name. Suddenly she went rigid, her thighs trembling, her cunt squeezing me like a vise.

She came in a long, disordered, almost violent orgasm. When it ended, she could barely breathe.

I took off the condom, and she immediately dropped to her knees in front of me again. She grabbed my still-hard cock and began sucking it with a mixture of hunger and obscene gratitude. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled, and her mouth gleaming. She jerked me off while she sucked me, swallowing, looking up at me from below.

“Come in my mouth,” she murmured. “I want to taste you.”

I could not hold out much longer. I grabbed her hair, pushed slowly one last time, and came. Helena received my cum on her tongue, pulling back slightly so she would not choke. She swallowed, ran her tongue over my glans, and then smiled with the filthy satisfaction of someone who had gotten exactly what she wanted.

She climbed onto the bed exhausted, legs spread, her cunt still throbbing. I lay down beside her, and for several minutes we only listened to the distant fire of the heating system and our breathing as it recovered.

“Now I understand why I lost my bearings the moment I saw you,” she said at last.

“I understood it at the door.”

She laughed, tired. Then she ran one hand over my chest and down to my abdomen with a new slowness, almost affectionate.

“I’m not finished with you,” she murmured. “I just need ten minutes.”

Ten minutes were more than enough to get her hot again. This time we fucked more slowly, lying on our sides, kissing a lot, with that strange intimacy that sometimes arises after the wildest sex. But her rest did not last long. As soon as she was truly wet again, she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top.

She began riding me unhurriedly, lowering herself all the way down, enjoying every inch. She touched her tits, closed her eyes, moved her hips in circles, and used me with delicious shamelessness. I helped her by holding her ass, guiding her, setting the rhythm when she sped up too much.

“That’s how I like it,” she said. “I want you to last. Don’t leave right away.”

I watched her come again on my cock, this time with a lower, more intimate moan, and then I laid her on her back to finish inside her with one last series of deep thrusts that drew short, filthy gasps from her. We stopped counting the orgasms. It no longer mattered.

When we finally stopped, Helena lay wrecked across the bed, legs spread and wearing an exhausted smile. I brought her water, covered her, and kissed her forehead. She caught me by the wrist before I could pull away.

“Don’t go downstairs yet.”

“I need to eat something and see if I can bring you some food.”

“Then come back,” she said. “I’m sleeping with you tonight.”

I nodded. Before I left, she made me lean over and kiss her again. She tasted of coffee, liqueur, and sex.

***

I went down to the dining room trying to look normal. Alma saw me come in and held my gaze a second longer than necessary. She did not ask anything. There was no need. In small inns, walls have ears and people understand.

I ate dinner quickly. Then I asked her for some hot broth to take up to Helena’s room. While it was being prepared, a doctor on call who had stopped by that morning came over to greet me, her interest obvious. We exchanged a few words, agreed to have coffee later if our schedules coincided, and I realized that place was full of dangerous opportunities.

But that night my mind was elsewhere.

I went upstairs with the broth and found Helena naked beneath the blankets, her hair loose, her skin still flushed from what we had done. She smiled when she saw me enter and pulled back the sheet without shame.

“Come to bed,” she said. “You can have dinner from me afterward too, if you need to.”

I set the tray aside. I locked the door. And I knew that if the devil really was in charge of handing out opportunities, he had outdone himself with me that time.