I have some personal rules for one-night stands.

Among them, it has to be a woman who knows what we're doing ... no lies about calling her back, anything like that. Also, it should be someone I'm not going to run into again. Usually, only when I'm out of town. I was on a business trip to Houston, and decided to go out to a local club to let off some steam and, of course, get laid .. it had been a hard week.

It took about half an hour before I found a woman who looked like a good prospect. I walked over to her and asked if I could buy her a drink. She glanced me up and down, then said, "Probably not." I started to answer when she cupped me with her left hand and added, "Alcohol impairs sexual performance. And we both know what we're looking for." At that, I felt my body already reacting. She grinned, and curled her finger around the outline of my forming hard-on through my pants. "You're looking for a place to put that length tonight, " she went on, not caring who else might hear her. "And I'm looking for a length to fill me up.

" "Sounds like we're on the same page, then, " I replied. I pushed up closer to her, put my left hand around her waist, and leaned over to her ear. "So, do you want to go someplace, or should I just take you right here?" I slid my hand down her minidress and then back up her thigh, moving past the hem of the dress. She was wearing nothing underneath, and she grinned when she knew that I knew that. "As much as I might like that, " she said. "I'm in the mood to make a lot of noise right now." She unzipped my pants, though, and pulled me through the fly.

Now freed, I was almost fully erect.

She ran her hand up my length and smiled.

"Looks like you're up to it.

Let's get out of here." She started to walk away, leaving me to adjust myself and follow. Obviously, she wasn't going to be too bothered by the one-nighter, I remarked to myself. We got to the parking lot, and compared notes on hotels. Mine was closer, so we went there. On the elevator to the 15th floor, we were kissing and feeling each other.

Her nipples and my thingy were hard, and her softness was so very, very wet. As the door opened, we were leaning against the wall of the elevator, me kissing her just past the neckline of her dress. Her right leg had curled around my leg, holding me close to her. We were almost running for the room, ignoring the other people in the hallway, knowing that each of them knew exactly what we were up to. I opened the door, and we rushed in. As I shut the door, she spun and pushed me back, kissng me savagely as she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She dropped them in a heap and went to work on my shirt. Meanwhile, my hands were cupping her beautiful soft place, grinding her against my hard length. I could feel her wetness even through her dress, and she was grunting and gasping heavily. When I was down to only my boxers, my erection had found its own way through the fly. She smiled as she curled her fingers around it and knelt, taking me deep into her mouth. She ran up and down, slurping and sucking as she went.

Just before I couldn't take any more, I grbbed her by the shoulders and lifted her. With her standing, I cupped my hands underneath her soft place and picked her up.

She curled her legs around my waist, and I carried her over to the bed.

I dropped her heavily, and pushed the straps from her shoulders.

I kissed her face, neck, and then her shoulders and breasts. Her nipples I toyed and sucked so that she was moaning intensely. "Take me, " she gasped. "I want you inside me, " she panted, but I instead worked my way down her body, kissing her flat stomach, her navel, and then covering her wet sex with my mouth.

My tongue flicked over her, and then I entered her with it.

She was pushing hard against my face, and I only took that as encouragement to work all the harder on her. Faster, deeper, stronger ...

I kept on going until she finally cried out, and I felt her body trembling as her first orgasm of the evening overtook her. As it began to subside, I worked my way back up her body, lingering on her beautiful breasts, and then reached her neck and lips again. "God, play me!" she cried.

Then our lips and tongues became entwined. As I was French kissing her, I rolled us onto our sides and finally pushed my length into her.

We rocked and pushed against each other, and rolled around on the bed. With her legs hanging off the side of the bed, I placed my feet on the floor, and pushed against her powerfully.

I could see on her face that she was about to erupt again, which was good -- I wasn't going to last much longer, either. I felt her body rippling again, and the pulses inside her set me off, too. We continued pushing and straining as long as we could before we fell down beside each other, our bodies soaked with sweat and her juices. Breathing heavily, she ran her finger down my bare chest, and panted. "Not a bad beginning, " she said. "Now, let's get that monster back up ... I'm feeling dirty, and I think we need to take a bath." She stood up from the bed and glanced back as she started toward the bathroom. "What is your name, anyway?"