Finally, the penultimate night of the fair. Colleagues with smirks disappear from the stand and are already deciding where to go for dinner together with our hostesses. Today, unfortunately, I will be the last to get to the hotel, because I have to take care of both of our foreign technicians. They are already having fun with other compatriots at the next stand and agreeing on the program for the evening. I suspect that it will turn out like always, only this time it will be even wilder, because all our bosses have already left for the airport in Vienna or Prague in the afternoon. These well-rounded dads were the last to show up in the morning every day, but usually luckily only an hour or two after opening.

Around noon, they, unlike us, can run off to eat, and they usually evaluate the quality of yesterday's alcohol and hostesses together. Unfortunately for them, today is their last chance. I take two already mildly exhilarated almost colleagues to the center by car, a quick stop is followed by a slamming of the door and they disappear somewhere in search of adventure. It is not their first fair and what they would not allow themselves at home, they indulge here almost every day. Even if their God and their women are not here.

Finally at the hotel

I use the navigation to weave my way back to the hotel, but I'm out of luck, there are some crumpled metal sheets right in front of me and it's clear to me that I won't be able to have dinner with my colleagues. The sterile monotonous traffic lights are soon joined by the blue lights of beacons. Then when I call them and hear how they're feeling, it doesn't bother me that much. I'm not hungry and I'm looking forward to a shower and some peace all the more. The arrival time for navigation is approaching and the delay is not more than an hour and a half in the end.

The line over the budget was made by a phone call from my very excited top boss, we managed to close a big deal at the fair and our foreign technicians immediately took advantage of this and arranged for their bosses to rebook their flights from Friday to Sunday, so I still have to arrange for them to extend their accommodation. I don't even want to imagine that weekend. I still have to go to the hotel reception.

Hotel is actually quite a grandiose word, it's more of a larger guest house, where we've been going for years. A young green-eyed redhead is on night duty all week, who probably works here as a part-time job while in college. During that time, she heard hers from my younger colleagues. Michal confessed his love for her on Tuesday after a company dinner and a lot of alcohol, and yesterday he offered her a bedtime story in their room for a change from Standa. She enjoyed it quite a bit, but only until he fell asleep with his head on her counter and snoring loudly. Then when I dragged him to the room, she just rolled her eyes and helped me open the door.

Today, she must seem like some kind of IT nutcase hung with laptop bags. My hands are full of them, because usually nobody takes computers for a spin. Only I allowed myself to be told that I would throw them in everyone's room so that they wouldn't have to take them to dinner.

Jana, as written on her name tag, pulls through the accommodation without anything, promises to arrange a taxi to the airport and then asks with a smile: "And where did your wildlings go today?" They didn't come back until around four yesterday". Well, she noticed, too, and it's clear to both of us that she knows where the two of them spend their late evenings. “They decided to check out other nightclubs in the center.” Jen smiled and said calmly, “They could tell, mostly foreigners order an escort directly to the hotel”.

Now she got me again. "I had no idea you offered these services as well?" She looked at me with those green eyes as if I was less than understanding. "No, but we have a phone here and during the fair the boss will bite it, otherwise not." We just looked at each other for a while and then we both start laughing, it flashed through my head, maybe I didn't get it completely wrong with her and I quickly send it message to the peeps confirming that they have accommodation until Sunday.

"Well, if they have a lady as nice and beautiful as you, then order her for me." But when I realize that I've been slapping it for stupidity again, I prefer to quickly collect all the bags and disappear to the room. "So, in about an hour?" He asks with a wink. When I see that he takes it with humor, I calmly declare: "Of course I will look forward to it. Thanks for the help. And let it escape you here". On her gently freckled face lined with slightly curly hair, you can clearly see that she has a hard time with me, but who would be angry with this pleasant freckled red creature.

Paulo Coelho always works

“What are you reading?” I ask, even as I notice a little book lying on the counter next to the phone and try to stuff the last bag onto my other shoulder so that none of it falls off my first. “Eleven minutes from Coelho, if you know that? School hasn't started yet, so I'm just killing boredom at night.'

She had no idea that I had read almost all of his books. "I came across The Pilgrim once and then read about all his books and this one is just right for tonight, a little sex and" Luckily I stop myself in time to not give away the ending. "And you will definitely like the ending too. Well, I'd better go, I can't wait to take off my suit and take a shower.” Jen gives me one last smile and wishes me sweet dreams. Still climb the stairs without losing your laptop.

Fortunately, I am only two floors away from the peace of my room. I still have to find the key and in a moment I close the door of the room behind me. I threw the bags somewhere on the hanger and the suit is already disappearing a little carelessly in the closet together with the penultimate white shirt. I can't wait for a hot shower. I throw away the last remnants of my clothes, spend some time working with the taps and finally feel the hot drops of water falling on my body. It's my evening ritual, which here at the fair helps me put the whole day behind me and not think about anything else. A moment of silence in the hot shower and the vain hope that I will wash off all the wisdom that the already slightly drunk director showered us with completely unnecessarily today before leaving.

Delivery service

I don't know how long I stood there, but I was disturbed from my peace by a knock that was already a little louder. Is it just me, or did someone really knock? I throw a towel around my hips, I don't even turn on the light in the hall and I'm already cursing in my mind what my colleagues have forgotten. I open the door angrily and to my shock, our receptionist is standing behind the door, a white blouse with a black mid-thigh skirt only accentuates her slim figure.

Finally, I can see her well-shaped calves, which were hidden by the receptionist's desk. And only then do I realize that I'm almost naked. On the other hand, she looks quite calm, only her eyes reveal surprise, I guess she wasn't just waiting for me in a hotel towel. Would she really come to the escort?

But why not. I grab her hand without saying a word. Surprisingly, she doesn't fight back, so I easily pull her inside, slam the door, and scoop her up in my arms. "I came..." "I know" and I silence her next words with a cheeky kiss.

She was literally a little stiff for a moment, her lips were soft and beautifully pliable, her hair smelled faintly of lilacs. I was about to stop, but then she hugged me and pressed herself even tighter. I don't know what happened to us, I just feel how suddenly we are both hungry and beautifully eager. I quickly undress her, paying attention to the tiny buttons, and immediately kiss every newly exposed spot.

The lips travel down her throat, slide over the small exposed breasts where they gently play with the cute nipples and continue lower and lower. I sit her on the chair and kiss her hips, mound and gradually approach her fragrant lap. I open her womb adorned with only a tiny strip of cut fluff and with pleasure I finally taste the lap that is now mercifully hidden in the shadow of our bodies with my tongue. Her first groan then encourages me even more and I become more courageous.

The tongue circles around the bloated treat, playing with the little hot bean. I try to be gentle, even though I feel with my whole body how much I want her. I touch the wet shell with just the tip of my tongue. I caress her exposed curves and my hands caress her breasts and erect nipples. Her body is arched with excitement as she bows and I feel more and more of her throbbing inside, she grips the head of my thigh and presses mine into her womb with her palms. And I like to be guided there.

I can't even hear the loud walls anymore and only the pulsing clinch reveals the coming orgasm. He holds me for a long time and strokes my hair. "Me now." She commands, and her hot palms slightly shakily direct me to lay down on the nearby bed.

"Now I'll play", she whispers quietly and I accept with pleasure the hot grip of her lips on my cock, moaning and trying to last as long as possible this slightly clumsy but very pleasant caress. Maybe she sensed my fear and knelt over me. Teasingly she sets her breasts to my lips and I again happily taste the freckled, beautifully firm doubles with swollen raisins. She eagerly leads me inside herself. The wonderful feeling when he lightly mounts me for the first time and lets his acorn spread his desire-soaked lips.

A moment of final hesitation and then he settles down just slightly and we both moan softly. He's clutching me and impaling himself. I can feel her lap rubbing against my body, enjoying herself shamelessly. And I don't mind at all, it's nice when I can meet her. All you have to do is stretch out your hands, squeeze a firm ass, press it to yourself or stroke your breasts with beautifully hardened nipples. I press into her, let her ride beautifully. She moans and her movements get wilder and wilder. He leans down and lightly bites my ear. "I want it, do it, don't stop," he orders himself and then just moans beautifully.

I hold her by the hips and have her on edge. "This can't be taken, wildling, we shouldn't..." We both lose our minds. "Don't stop, dare… I want it…" And then, as she stiffens in a loud climax the next second, I can't resist the shrinking cup and my hot lava fills her lap.

I don't let her go, I feel her hot body pressed against mine. Her heart is beating loudly and I try in vain to calm her down with my palms traveling over her trembling body. "You smell wonderful, redhead." She lightly bites my shoulder and then quietly says: "You savage, you know I just wanted to bring you the cell phone you forgot at the reception."