I love a good pub. I was away on business, staying at some hotel that was exactly like all the other hotels I always stayed in except next door was a perfect little Irish pub. I was sitting at the bar drinking a Newcastle Brown Ale (yes, I know it is an English beer but I have a firm rule of ordering Newcastle whenever it is available) and trying to decide between potato skins and a reuben sandwich. I didn't see where she came from, she suddenly just slid onto the barstool to my right. When the bartender came by she ordered a shot of Irish whiskey and a pint of Guiness. I had to take a second look. She was stunning, curly auburn hair that almost touched her collar, wild in a very deliberate way and it framed her adorable face which had just a trace of freckles on her upper cheeks. Her body was athletic with full breasts and incredible calves which were visible below her conservative knee length skirt. As if in response to my glance she looked over at me, bent forward to grab the ashtray in front of me and placed it in between us. She then reached again for the pack of cigarettes I had sitting on the bar. I lost the battle I was having with my eyes and they darted down to admire the way her blouse pulled tight against her breasts and I could see her perfect cleavage peaking out through the top of her blouse which was unbuttoned at least one button further than proper business etiquette probably normally would allow. When I regained control of my eyes she had a small grin on her face and was holding the cigarette to her lips expectantly. I snatched up my lighter and put the flame to the tip of her smoke. Exhaling a stream of smoke she poured down the shot of whiskey and chased it with a long pull of beer. If I wasn't married I may had just fallen in love. Sipping a little more of the Guinness she said, "I watched you come in, you move like a bear." "Is that a comment about my weight?", I replied. She looked me up and down, "Muscle isn't weight, it's mass, I know the difference. You don't walk through a room, you kind of prowl. I am more comfortable with big men, they don't have anything to prove, they aren't always posturing or trying to prove their toughness because it is right there for everyone to see." Since she was sitting on my right I thought for a minute that maybe she hadn't seen my ring so I decided to show her my left hand. Glancing down at my displayed hand she lifted her hand to show me the ring which adorned it saying, "It's great to have someone to go home to at the end of a long trip but that doesn't help much when you are alone in a strange town with no one to talk to but your reflection in the mirror." I didn't know what to say to that so I took a long drink of my Newcastle. When my throat had some moisture in it again I replied, "How do you know I am alone and from out of town?" Looking at me slyly she answered, "We are at the same hotel, I figured that if you were drinking alone you were probably sleeping alone, or at least planning to. Do you have plans for the evening?" I had to take another long drink. Before I could answer she flagged down the bartender and ordered another round for both of us, quickly two shots of whiskey and two pints arrived in front of us. She raised the shotglass in a silent toast and we both drank. Recrossing her legs caused her skirt to pull up slightly revealing a nearly perfect thigh. Another drink was required to lubricate my tongue enough so that I could speak. "Look," I said, "I want to warn you, I can't offer anything other than tonight and you will want more. I'm not trying to boast but I am good, maybe great. I take my time and I can do things with my tongue that will make you lose your mind. Twenty years from now you will still be biting your tongue so you don't yell out my name when making love to your husband. After this evening the best sex you will ever have again will be at most a nine because I will redefine your ten." Draining the rest of her beer she grinned, leaned to my ear and whispered, "I want my ten redefined and we can resolve the other issue by not telling eachother our names." With that she dropped some cash on the bar and walked to the door. I thought about it for at least five seconds before I too paid the bartender and made my way to the door. Walking next door to the hotel we didn't say a word. The elevator took forever to arrive, I tried to look nonchalant as we waited but my trousers were not adequately concealing my passion. As the elevator doors slid shut she grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my face down to hers and kissed my aggressively, our tongues met and she ground her body into mine. My hands made my way down her body, feeling the gentle curve of the outside of her breasts and coming to rest on her firm hips. She wrapped her left leg around me and thrust her hips into my thigh. The elevator bell rang and the doors opened. Grabbing a handful of my shirt she pulled my across the hallway to the first door and fumbled in her purse for the roomkey. Wrapping my arms around her from behind I cupped her breasts and explored her neck with my mouth, her nipples hardened against my palms. Suddenly, the door burst open and we stumbled into the room, trying to move without breaking contact. Our clothes came of in a flurry of motion and I pinned her against the wall as our lips locked together furiously. Wrapping her arms around my neck she lifted herself up and locked her legs around my hips. Pulling her head back she gasped, "You said something about your tongue earlier..." Spinning around I carried her to the bed and layed her upon it. Kissing my way down her body I spread her sex open with one hand while caressing a breast with another then laid my tongue inside her. Arching her back she moaned and grabbed my hair, pressing me down as if she thought I had some intention of not finishing my work. With a yell she came hard against my face, quickly pulling a pillow over her face as she let out a passionate scream. Crawling up the bed until we were face to face I kissed behind her ear and listened to her heavy breathing. Regaining her composure she rolled on top of me, straddled my hips and impaled herself on my manhood. Riding me like the apocalypse was coming she thrust her hips into me at an increasingly rapid pace until she started moaning again. One hand gripping her hip and the other holding a breast I tried to balance her as she bucked on top of me. Suddenly, I was no longer in control and exploded inside of her. After we recovered things moved to the shower, then back to the bed, and then to several other locations throughout the room, much of it is a blur to this day. Later, while lying in bed, the room now dark as the evening had progressed, she rolled over and glanced at the clock. Looking back at me she giggled, "Twenty years from now I will still be biting my tongue not to yell out your name? I'll redefine ten on your scale? You are so silly." I grinned, "Those are great lines." "You better be talking theoretically", she laughed as she threw my pants to me. I watched my wife pull her skirt into place and start looking for the rest of her clothes. "Come on madman, the sitter is supposed to be relieved in an hour, I told her midnight." Finding the rest of her clothes my love dressed slowly, she knew I enjoyed watching her dress. Sighing, I dressed myself, took my wife's hand and we went home.