Chapter 3 - Suspicion

We decide to cut out of the hospitality suite a little early. All of our customers have visited already, and a couple of the newer sales team members technically are responsible for the suite. Geoff and I are elated with the success of the show, and we want to celebrate. I've made my goals for the rest of the year already, and he isn't far behind.

We've been drinking wine and eating hors d'ouvres for the last couple of hours with our customers, and we're both feeling a little light-headed. The party in the ballroom is already underway, but I want to get some air to clear my head first. Geoff feels the same, and we leave the hotel.

He drives us down to Elliott Ave, and we walk by the Sound. We pass an oyster bar, and determine to return there when we've walked far enough. I enjoy the smell of the sea, and those of the shore. The open-air seafood places, the restaurants and bars, even the traces of diesel fumes, all seem pleasantly refreshing. It's hard for me to feel tense by the sea.

We walk back and order oysters. I have a glass of wine, Geoff a dark beer. The sun is still high. I love Seattle summer evenings.

Geoff drives us back to the hotel. Today is the last day of the show. Actually, it's a society's annual meeting, but we're here as exhibitors. Tonight is the major social event, and our exhibitors' passes include tickets. There'll be food, free wine, dancing until the early hours. Last year's was a huge success. And tonight Geoff and I have major sales to celebrate, so we plan to make the most of the opportunity. Tomorrow's an easy day; we've scheduled some meetings early next week, and won't be heading back until midweek, so there is no need for an early night or a clear head.

Geoff is a valued colleague in the sales team. He's also a good friend. He was a last-minute addition to the team, when another member was taken ill. He has been so very successful here that we may try to use him more. I'm sure he won't object, the commission from this show alone will make him very happy. Though I'm sure he hates being away from his lovely young wife.

Geoff's wife, Elaine, and my husband, Patrick, tease one another shamelessly, but all four of us enjoy each other's company. We spend a lot of time together outside the office. Elaine's such a sweet thing, and she seems so shy, but she has charmed Pat out of his shell. He used to be very reserved, but both of them are much more easygoing since we all met.

In fact, although I still think of Elaine as being young, I guess she's no more than a year younger than my twenty-eight. When we met, I mistook her shyness for immaturity, but I quickly realized my error. Geoff must be about twenty-nine, and Pat's the old man of the group, at thirty-one.

So this party will be a first, of sorts. Though Geoff and I relate well both professionally and socially, our social group always includes Pat and Elaine. We have to be careful not to talk shop. Elaine's polite, but Pat's eyes glaze over when we talk about quotas and regions and office politics. It will be good not to have to be on my best behavior.

 

We show our passes and join the party. We pick up wine and food. Like last year, both are excellent. We talk over our successes and the few difficult moments of the show.

"I take it you didn't sign up that guy - Wayne, was it? - from New York," says Geoff.

"No, he wasn't interested."

"He seemed very interested, to me. Just not in what you were selling."

"You've got that right," I say. "What he wanted, I wasn't selling. It seems there are always one or two. They think if they claim a big enough order, you'll jump right into bed with them."

"I've never had that problem," says Geoff, drily.

I almost spit out my wine. I succeed in swallowing it, and end up coughing. It could have been worse. Geoff watches me, amused. "No, I don't guess you have," I say, finally.

"I've never been sure whether it's an old saleswives' tail, myself," he comments, "but after seeing Wayne and that German guy yesterday, I guess it can be a real problem."

"It can certainly be a problem if you let it. I think I can handle myself, but sometimes it's easier for me just to refer a jerk to one of the men, as a 'specialist' in that area. That's what I tried to do with the German. He left." I pause for a moment, then continue. "I've known women who did sleep with customers to get contracts. It's always a mistake. Even if you get the business, which usually doesn't happen, you're going to lose either your self-respect, your career, or your marriage. Sometimes all three."

"I can understand that," he says.

I finish my wine.

"Between you and me," I say, "and never, under any circumstances, to get back to Pat, I slept with a customer once."

Geoff looks shocked. Actually, I am, too. I don't think I'd intended to tell him this. The wine and the elation have loosened my tongue. I need to be careful.

"It wasn't to get a contract, and it was before we were married. I don't regret it, but I wouldn't do it again."

"What happened?"

"It was one of my first big sales. I calculated the commission, and was euphoric. A little like now, perhaps." I smile. Yes, I've been euphoric all evening. "The customer was a really wonderful man. He didn't come on to me at all. He was surprised when I offered to buy him a drink. We were both surprised when I took him back to my hotel room, but we got into the spirit of the thing quickly enough. I might have married him. If he hadn't been married already." I pick up another glass of wine and take a large sip. "God, what a night."

Geoff doesn't seem to know what to say. I've embarassed him. Time to take our minds off the conversation. I finish the wine and put down my food. I take his plate and put it down also. "It's time for you to ask me to dance," I tell him.

So he does. Geoff's a fine dancer. Dancing is something the four of us enjoy doing, and I often dance with Geoff, as Pat does with Elaine.

We dance a couple of waltzes, then fool about with a Texas Two-Step while the dance floor is fairly clear. Back to a slow waltz, and we dance agreeably close.

"This is the evening you should have been at the symphony, right?" I ask him.

"Yeah. That's probably the worst part of this trip. Elaine was really looking forward to the concert. They're playing a couple of her favorite pieces, and she really loves her music. It was a good idea to ask Pat to take her."

"Are you a big classical music fan?" I ask.

"Well... I don't mind it. Mainly, though, I'm a big fan of anything that turns Elaine on, and music does like nothing else. She can be especially... ardent... when she gets involved in music she likes."

I'm starting to feel very uneasy. "You mean, classical music is like an aphrodisiac to Elaine?"

Geoff chuckles. "No, not quite. I don't think Elaine would ever need an aphrodisiac. She is a very sensual woman. Music just appeals to her sensuality. Brings it out more. The last time we went to the symphony, we... Is something the matter?"

He isn't making this up. The bulge in his pants pressing against me tells me that. The potential of what he's saying are giving me chills. I try to relax. "I've never thought of Elaine like that. She has always seemed a very gentle, shy person."

"She is reserved with strangers, that's true. I thought she was cold when I first met her, but when she gets to know you, she is anything but cold. She's very passionate. And very amorous."

He must be oblivious to the bulge. It's pressing harder. If she can turn him on like this from two thousand miles away, she must be everything he's saying and more.

"You mean", I say slowly, "we just sent my husband and your wife, who spend half their time flirting with each other, on a date that's guaranteed to supercharge her sex drive? What kind of idiots are we?"

We've stopped moving, ignoring the few dancers around. We still have our arms and hands clasped, but dancing isn't on my mind right now.

He releases me and frowns. "I hadn't thought of it like that."

"I've always figured they were just playing games. Now I'm not so sure. And I'm not sure that they would be too shy with one another to follow through."

"Elaine wouldn't be too shy, that's for sure. I don't see it, though. It's only a single evening, and as far as I know, we're all very happy in our marriages. I think you're overreacting."

I hold out my hand for him to begin dancing again. "You're probably right. It was just a shock to have a thought like that come at me from nowhere. I think we can trust them not to do anything stupid."

Still, I find that there's a gnawing feeling in my belly. I'm still slightly apprehensive. It's a little more than that, though. The thought of Pat in bed with Elaine... it's giving me a fluttery feeling. It's like a bad porn movie. Offensive, but arousing.

I can't get the image out of my mind. Will Pat be on top? Elaine is drop-dead gorgeous. Her boobs are bigger than mine. She's shorter than me; will he be able to get his face low enough to suck her nipples? Will she wrap her legs around him and pull him in? Will she cry out when she comes? Will she make him explode with passion? That hurts, he's mine to be able to give him that much pleasure.

And more unsettling: What about oral sex? Will she get her mouth around him, and slowly bring him to ecstasy? Will he get his tongue inside her, and work her to an incredible climax?

I realize I'm thinking "will he", "will she", as if it's guaranteed to happen. That's stupid. I know them better than that. I think I do.

I also realize I'm very wet. It doesn't seem right that thinking about my husband with another woman would turn me on, but every time the thought comes to me, I get more excited. I squeeze Geoff to me and dance closer. He feels good. From the way he feels, he's been having the same kind of reaction.

 

We find a table to sit and sip wine for a time. I sit close to Geoff, with my knees brushing his. It feels good to be this close to him. He seems to be enjoying my company, too. He lays his hand on my arm as we talk, and I snuggle in a little closer to him. I'm enjoying my wine, too. It's helping put a distance between me and my worries about Pat and Elaine, but it isn't supressing the nice warm feeling of being turned on. I'm not drunk, though I'm certainly a little light-headed. I feel very aware of everything around me. Especially I feel aware of Geoff.

He asks me to dance again, and holds out his hand to help me up. I don't release it, and we walk hand-in-hand to the dance floor. We dance through several songs, then hold each other close for a couple of slow songs. We leave the dance floor, and walk, arms around each others' waists, to the lounge, which has a wonderful view of the city and the Sound. The sun has set, but the sky still glows, orange behind the sillhouettes of the Olympics.

We look over the city lights, then turn and face one another. Without really knowing how or why, we're kissing. I resist for a moment and then put my arms around his waist.

I lay my head on his shoulder and stroke his back. It's time for me to say goodnight and call home. It will be a little after midnight there, and Pat will be in bed, but... I shudder and shy away from the thought. I find myself saying "Will you come and help me celebrate some more?"

 

I lead Geoff to the elevator. We get out on my floor. I open the door to my room and follow him in. It is a fairly typical hotel room. Sterile, TV, king-sized bed, table. My clothes are neatly hung. The only thing marking it mine in any way is the briefcase, open on the table, and the book on the nightstand. Detective fiction.

I take his hand and turn him towards me. I slide my hands around his waist, and kiss him. He responds, uncertainly at first, but soon getting into his stride.

We lean into each other, enjoying the feelings developing between us. He strokes my hair, gently pulling my face closer to his.

I remove his jacket, slip his shirt out of his pants and slide my hands under to feel his bare back. He does the same, unhooking my blouse from my skirt and running his hands along my sides.

"This blouse is very tight," I murmur. "You may want to loosen it a little. Please do unfasten anything that gets in your way."

He unfastens the lower two buttons, and I feel his hands on my back. He can't move them very high, still, but he explores my lower back, at one point slipping his fingers a couple of inches inside my waistband and lightly stroking the very top of my butt. I pull him tighter against me, and as he firms his touch on my back I'm squeezed against a growing hardness in his pants.

He unfastens more buttons. The neckline of this blouse is quite low. To free it at the back, he has to undo all of them. As he opens the last, the blouse falls to the side, exposing my very low-cut bra.

I move back close to him, my bra touching his chest. He runs his hands over most of my back, although he shies away from touching my bra strap.

He's not quite ready to take the next step. So far, we're just over-amorous friends. If we go any further, we step beyond that boundary, and if that happens, we won't stop until our bodies are united in passion. I intend for us to get there, and beyond. I'm sure he'll soon agree.

Now that my blouse is hanging open, he can hardly complain if I remove his shirt, so I pull his tie loose and remove it, and unbutton his shirt. I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, then pull his shirt down. He moves his hands back to let me slip it completely off.

I reach behind me and pull my blouse off by the cuffs. Then I put my arms around his neck, and press my breasts into him. His kissing is less restrained.

 

Leaning against him, I take my arms from his neck, and reach back to unfasten my bra. I put my arms back over his shoulders as he feels the skin of my upper back. His desire is growing and his reluctance dwindling. He strokes my sides, from chest height to waistband, lingering around the top. Temptation wins out, and he moves his hands into the edge of the loosened cups and strokes the sides of my breasts. I drop my arms and pull back so that he can reach more. Instead he takes the straps and slips them over my shoulders. I let the bra fall, and watch his eyes as they follow his fingers over my nipples. My breasts aren't particularly large, but Geoff is looking at them as if this is the most beautiful sight he has seen.

I take his hands in mine and hold them at my side. I lean into him, pressing my breasts against his chest, and kiss him deeply.

Suddenly we're undressing one another, with a sense of urgency. I unfasten his pants. He steps out of his shoes and socks as I drop my skirt on the floor. I slide off my shoes and hose.

I push him onto the bed, and he sits on the edge. I pull his head to my breast. He suckles, planting seeds of fire within me. Is this how Elaine is feeling now? No, dammit, I won't think of them. Maybe her breasts are bigger, but her husband seems happy with... hell! I get my hand inside his underwear and squeeze.

I push him down onto his back and pull his underwear off, almost savagely. God, he's big. I wasn't expecting that. I stroke his cock, and run my tongue over the head. He draws a sharp breath through his teeth as I get my mouth around him and suck him like a popsicle.

This isn't what I want, though. Not yet, anyway. I slip off my underwear as he watches. I tell him to get all the way onto the bed, and I crouch down over him. I get him inside me partway. I'm very wet, but he's so big I'm going to have to take this slowly. I slide up and down slowly, each time getting more of him inside me. He reaches up and fondles my breasts.

He's all the way inside now, and I'm giving him everything I have. Later, I think, there'll be time for gentleness. I'm bearing down on him so hard he's gritting his teeth. I know Elaine will be gentle, so I don't want to... damn, I'm doing it again.

I'm flushed all over. Pleasure is building within me, rising, starting to dominate me. Geoff has started to buck, he's driving against me as he starts his own climb. He's working my breasts delicately but firmly. Each squeeze brings me closer.

I can't stay quiet. This is too intense. "Oooh... yes... yes... Yes... YES... come on... now...". There's a sheen of sweat on Geoff's forehead, and his face is flushed. He's grunting too as he thrusts against me.

He feels wonderful inside me. I don't know whether size matters, but the perception of it does. Knowing that so much of him is inside me is a hell of a turn-on. He feels like he's swelling, he's gasping and ready to come. He squeezes my breasts. Is Pat squeezing Elaine's luscious breasts now? Damn. We're ready. I feel like a rubber band, stretched to its limit. A balloon blown to bursting point. I slow down. I can feel my heartbeat against his cock. "OHHH." I thrust myself into him, hard. I swear I can feel his cock quiver. I lift again, and "OHHHHHH!" down hard, and I'm carried over the edge, gasping loudly for breath. I feel his cock pulsing powerfully within me, and he's groaning with pleasure.

I lie down quickly, and we keep moving, keeping our pleasure alive. He takes my breast in his mouth, and I shudder with delight.

We lie together for several minutes. He feels so good inside me. Even when he starts to go limp, it seems there's so much of him he keeps me stimulated.

Eventually, I roll off him, and sit on the edge of the bed. "Top that, Elaine," I say under my breath.

 

I lie down on his right. I prop my head on my left hand, running my right hand over his magnificent body. "So," I say, "What would your lovely sexpot wife do with you now?"

He smiles. "She'd let me recover, I hope. Though... perhaps I'd do something with her first. In this case, with you?"

"You're on. I'd like a few moments to recover, too, though. I'm not usually quite that, uh, athletic."

"I'm glad to hear it," he comments drily. "I don't know if I could survive many more of those."

"Perhaps not quite like that," I say, "but I hope that at least there will be other opportunities for us to make love. Now that we've crossed that bridge, I'd like to think we could be more than just friends."

"I would, too," he says. "Tomorrow we'll have to work out some awkward details, but I'm sure I'll still feel the same." I nod in agreement. "Tonight, though, I want exclusive rights."

"Never sleep with a salesman." I kiss him on the nose. "Why don't we get room service to send us up some more wine. The minibar is worthless. When it gets here, we'll take a shower, and see what comes up." I know what's going to come up, and I lie there stroking it.

We order wine and glasses. I put on my robe to bring it into the room. As soon as I've set it down, Geoff comes over and slips his hands under the robe. We explore each other with our hands and eyes for a short while, then Geoff turns on the shower. I pour the wine.

 

Hotel showers aren't made for two. My shower at home is very comfortable for Pat and me. Still, having less room and a slippery bath to stand in makes for interesting encounters. When we towel off, something has indeed come up.

Geoff picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He touches and kisses my face, my breasts, my neck. He squeezes my ass as he kisses my thighs. I put my feet over his shoulders and part the lips of my pussy. He tells me what a beautiful sight it is. He kisses all around, and brings one hand forward to stroke it.

He gets two fingers inside me, and explores gently. I'm not very wet after showering, but he knows just how to find the areas to stimulate, and soon I'm well lubricated and he's stroking regularly.

He rubs his nose and lip against my pussy, which feels good. He rocks his face up and down, still working me with his fingers. I push against his face, wanting more. Perhaps this is retribution for me having used him up so hard and fast earlier, but he's progressing so slowly, he's frustrating me - and bringing out a powerful desire in me. I think he knows exactly what he's doing.

When he slips his tongue inside me, a thrill of passion serves to make my hunger for him stronger. I push against him again, but he moves so slowly. Each time he laps a small wave of pleasure spreads into me, each wave slightly bigger than the one before. My nerves are prickling, craving more. He's making me want more than he's giving, and keep wanting more. If he keeps this up too long, I think I'll go nuts.

I don't think he's a novice at this...

I release my grip, he seems to be doing a fine job of staying inside me, and I run my fingers through his hair. I'm pulling him gently into me, but he still won't be hurried.

He's slowly pulling his tongue back, giving more direct attention to my clit. Each pleasure wave now moves through me with the temperature of a blowtorch. I'm starting to groan again; I try to be quiet, but it takes too much effort. I can't think about anything but what Geoff's doing to me.

He's rubbing my clit hard now. Still too slowly, dammit. If he builds up any more pressure, my heart's going to explode. Something's going to explode.

He flicks his tongue against my clit and I shriek. I hope these walls are soundproof. He doesn't let me get the relief I need, though. He slows down again and I'm lusting for release. He has both of his hands on my butt, now, squeezing gently. I'm pushing against him rhythmically. He flicks again. I manage not to scream this time, though I'm still groaning with each breath. He holds his tongue on me, pinning me against that gratification that my body needs, but not quite letting me get it.

He slowly sucks my clit into his mouth, and I shudder, still just shy of the precipice. He holds me there. I think I'm going to black out. I thrust against him, trying to make him let me go, but he moves with me and holds me back.

Then he's sucking hard on my clit, and manipulating it fiercely. My body shudders. I thought I would come quickly at this point, but the intensity is so great it seems that my body locks in spasm before it can respond, then I'm slammed into my orgasm, quivering. My whole being is involved in this, joy coursing through every nerve of my body.

He keeps kneading with his tongue, keeping me flying, it seems for an eternity. I relax, though, and lift his head away from me before his attentions become uncomfortable.

"Oh, my," I say. "Oh, my, Geoff."

 

He lies down beside me and I entwine my hand in his. "I'm glad you're doing so well with this," I say. "You know it's your fault that I forced you into a night of debauchery?"

"Whatever it was I did," he responds, "you'll have to tell me, so that I can do it again."

"Talking about your alluring lady, and how she would be turned on around my Pat this evening. I'm sure they will be as chaste and faithful as ever, but I haven't been able to shake the vision of them as lovers. It's horrifying, but it made me horny. And I have to admit, I've often felt the urge to get you in bed. Never thought I would."

"I came very close to propositioning you at the office Christmas party," he says, "but I wasn't ready for screwing on the conference table."

"I remember that. I thought you were ready to make a move, and I was fairly sure I'd let you."

"Well, this is a better time and place, and I'm glad you did let me. Or I you, whichever it was. I was having the same fantasy about our partners, though I still think it's very unlikely."

"I thought you were," I say, smiling. I run my fingertips along his cock. "This is hard to hide. It seems right, in a way, doesn't it? Your Elaine and my Pat. Two shy romantics with passionate souls. It seems almost a shame that they won't get together."

"That's a change of mood from a few hours ago."

"But that was a few hours ago," I explain. "That was before we did exactly what I was worried they were doing. That puts things in a different perspective. Besides, since thinking about them gave me the most incredible erotic experience, I've started to like the idea." I'm still stroking his shaft gently. It isn't completely hard yet, but it's getting there. "If we're wrong, and they're engaged in the desires of the flesh, I really don't know now how I'd feel, but fantasizing about it is arousing, don't you think?"

"Picture it," I say. "Did she let him undress her? Did he slip off her bra, and feast his eyes on those wonderful breasts?" His mouth turned up more when I said that. He's smiling at the mental image of her boobs. "Did he hold them, and squeeze them? Did he take them in his mouth, like he so often does mine?" He has gone completely hard, so quickly I could see his cock change shape. "When he sucks them, does she feel a fire in her belly? Does she want him inside her? Will she undress him? Which of them took off her panties?" He's so hard now he's quivering. His eyes are closed. "Which of them will be on top? Will he ride her until she comes so hard she screams? Or will she take him in her mouth?" I lower my mouth to his cock, and lick, slowly, pressing hard. He breathes heavily. "Will she find all of the sensitive places, and drive him crazy with her tongue?" I slide my tongue around the head of his cock, and rub it quickly along the underside. "Will she make him her slave with pleasure?"

 

My fantasy is fading. It has done its work, and the reality is as much as I can handle. "God, you're so big," I say, without thinking, and get my mouth down over the end again. I suck, slurping, and rub the head on the back of my tongue. I get as far over him as I can. I can't take him very far back, he's too wide. I take as large a mouthful as I can, though, and slurp several times in rapid succession. He shivers.

I kiss the underside of his shaft, probing with my tongue. I move my mouth around, watching his face for reactions. I take him sideways in my mouth, running my tongue side to side along the length of him. I do this all over his cock.

I take his balls in my hand and run my tongue over and behind them. I stroke behind his balls as I get my mouth back on his shaft, and work my way back up to the head. I get him back into my mouth, as much as I can, and leave him there, slowly rubbing him with my tongue. I hold his shaft lower down, gripping it tightly.

I move my head slowly up and down. He has an ecstatic look on his face. I catch him with my teeth, deliberately, and he jumps and catches his breath. I open my mouth, so that I'm sliding him only up and down my tongue. I keep this up for a long time. The end of his shaft glistens with a few drops of sticky fluid. I touch the tip of my tongue to it, and rub my tongue around the opening. I lick the opening, hard. His erection is like a work of art. I move away, and just look at it, holding it by the base. Geoff watches me looking. "It's beautiful", I say, and lick it again, slowly.

I growl and pretend to bite down, taking him in fast. I shake my head around, playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse. He draws his breath through his teeth. I back away again, and run my thumbnail lengthwise along the underside.

Popsicle time again. I get him inside me and rub as fast as I can with my tongue. His legs tense, and he's breathing loud and shallowly. I suck hard, and nod my head up and down fast. My lips are sliding up and down the glassy sides of his cock, and I'm rubbing the tip with vigor.

I feel him tense as he starts to come. I back away, letting the stream hit me in the face. I don't know what has gotten into me, maybe his big cock has me thinking I'm in a porn movie. It seems to make him come harder as he watches.

My hand still holds the base of his shaft, and I get my mouth back over him. He groans as I keep flicking the head with my tongue. His teeth are clenched and his knuckles are white. Slowly he relaxes and starts to breathe regularly. His cock is still pulsing as I pull away. I'm still holding him, and I watch as the spasms slowly dwindle. I lick him again and he jumps, then I release him.

I go grab a towel from the bathroom and clean up my face. I throw it at Geoff to pick up and wipe up any other mess, then I pour more wine, hand him a glass, and sit next to him on the bed.

 

We drink in silence. Geoff looks worn out, but I'm greedy. I'm having far too good a time to let him go to sleep yet. "I hope you're not fading on me, mister."

He yawns. "What, and miss something? I don't think so. Maybe I should switch to coffee, though."

"That isn't a bad idea. If I drink much more, I'm going to feel terrible in the morning, and I'm expecting a busy day tomorrow. One that doesn't involve either of us leaving this room."

"Not even for meals?"

"I think I can find you plenty to eat. I guess if you get hungry, though, we could slip out for a while."

I get up and prepare the coffee maker, then sit back down and finish my wine. "So, do you think we should call them?"

Geoff looks puzzled.

"Well, I figured we could give them some pointers. Of course, we don't know if they're at your place or mine. Or if their needs were so urgent they found a secluded corner in the concert hall..."

He's grinning. "Ah. You're still on that. Pointers? I don't know that Elaine needs pointers. Neither, it seems, do you."

I turned on my side, rubbing my breasts against his chest. "Inspiration, my good fellow." I run my fingers through the thin hair on his chest, and lean into him to give him a lingering kiss. "I'd say you're, uh, rising to the occasion, too."

"You've been taking innuendo lessons from Elaine."

 

The coffee pot sounds like it has reached its own orgasm, and I roll off the bed and pour. We lie close and drink our coffee.

After I finish my coffee, I lie along him again and stroke his face. He turns and kisses me, then lifts me up to lie along him. Our kiss becomes intense. He caresses my breasts lightly. I can feel him beginning to get hard under me. He reaches down and squeezes my butt. I'm losing myself in his kiss. I stroke his tongue with mine.

He breaks the kiss, and rolls me off him onto my side. He turns around and lies with his head by my knees. Then he lifts me by my hips, and pulls me to his head, so that my pussy is level with his nose. He licks and kisses my pussy, then gets his tongue inside me, his nose pushing just inside me, stimulating the sensitive area against my ass. He rocks his head against me, turning me on. He works me gently, not like earlier. This is comfortably erotic, not painfully intense. I rock with him, and reach out to stroke his cock. It is a long way from being hard, but it's getting there. I take it into my mouth, and slide my lips along slowly.

He gets his tongue against my clit, and my excitement builds. He takes my clit into his mouth and sucks gently. I feel warm with my growing passion. I lick and suck him. He's quite hard now, but I don't think he's going to be ready to come for a while. He's doing this for my pleasure, not his.

I move gently against his face. He alternately tickles my clit with his tongue and takes me in and sucks. Both feel wonderful, and I soon find myself ready to coast into joy. He slows down to let the intensity build those last few seconds, then as I peak he sucks harder and brings me off just perfectly. Gently, but with real delight. Breathing heavily, I suck him more ardently. His body shudders, but he isn't ready to come. Or he's trying not to. I lay my head down, and content myself with licking him, which he's obviously enjoying immensely.

I roll off him, and turn around. I sit on his thighs, rubbing against his cock. I lift up and guide him into me. I put my hands on his chest and slide up and down. I'm still flying from his oral attentions, and as he reaches up to explore my breasts, I find I'm coming. Having multiple orgasms is a rare experience for me, and I relish it. I lean down and kiss him, still moving. He fondles my breasts and explores with his tongue. I stretch out on top of him, thrilled by the feel of his cock while I'm still so sensitive. He cups my right breast, and plays his tongue over the hardened nipple. When he sucks on my breast, I feel pleasure welling again, and I come once more. I kiss his mouth and gently bite his tongue.

I lift myself off him, which isn't easy when there's so far to go, and especially when I'm so reluctant to do so, but I have a good reason. I crouch on all fours, and spread my legs, so that he can enter from behind. I guide him in. Oh, God, I can feel the length and strength of him. He's so tight against me that when he moves in me it's like he's stimulating every sensitive area at once, triggering every pleasure receptor in my body. He pushes against me, getting further in. After he moves against me a few times, I feel the fires kindle again, and I shudder as I come.

He puts his hands on my back, using me to support him as he thrusts against me. After a moment, he cups my boobs. I lift my hands from the bed, and he's supporting my weight in his. I grab his hands in mine, so that my hands are taking the strain, but his are squeezing my breasts. He's taking my weight in his arms, and using me to push himself harder and harder against me. He's gasping as he drives into me, and I feel my own orgasm building steadily.

We thrust against each other relentlessly, until I'm nearly at my peak. He has control of both our bodies, which is fortunate, since I have none over my own. I hang on to his hands and cry out as he drives and drives me into a huge climax, "Oh, God! OH! GOD!", and I explode, hanging on to his arms because they're all that connects me to sanity. He slows but drives ever harder, grunting with the effort, then I feel his cock spasming within me, convulsing so powerfully against me that my orgasm intensifies and I shriek, losing that tiny element of will still left to me as I'm absorbed completely in the union of our souls.

He moves against me still, but slowly, as if he's become so sensitive that more would be pain. I want to put my arms down and support my weight, but I don't think I can, so I wait until my mind clears slightly, then lower myself to my elbows. Relieved of my weight, he puts his hands on the small of my back to support himself, and moves slowly until we're both completely finished.

When he withdraws, we both collapse on the bed. We're sweating, and incapable of speaking. It is several minutes before I can bring myself to pull back the blankets and cover us with a sheet. Eventually, I find the light switch and darken the room. I lean in for one long, long kiss, our wordless goodnight, before I curl up against him to sleep.

 

I awake to a headache and sense of dislocation. I'm usually pretty good about coming to my senses in a strange place, but this morning takes some effort to open my eyes and take in my surroundings. It takes me a minute or two to realize that being alone in the bed is not what I expected, and when I do, I recall last night's amorous escapades. It's too much to handle with a mild hangover and on first waking. I head to the bathroom and take a couple of ibuprofens from my purse.

I'm disappointed - more than disappointed - that Geoff has left. I hope it wasn't a one-night stand. I didn't think so last night, but the alcohol was definitely affecting my thinking.

As I get back into bed, I see writing on the hotel notepad on my nightstand. "I need to make a few phone calls. I wanted to let you sleep. Call me when you're ready to go get breakfast. G."

So it isn't as bad as I feared, and sleep sounds good. I drift off...

I wake to a loud knocking on the door. My head feels okay, and I come awake more quickly. It will be Geoff. I debate not wearing my robe, but I don't want him to think I'm overdoing it, so I don my robe and open the door. I'm glad I did, because it isn't Geoff, it's a delivery boy with flowers. Two dozen roses, to be precise. I take them and set them on the table. There's a card. It reads, "Hoping for many more opportunites to celebrate. With love, Geoff."

I sit on the bed and look at the roses for several minutes, with the card in my hand. Occasionally I re-read the message. Eventually I replace the card in its plastic holder.

I put the coffee pot through its paces. I think I'm going to need plenty of coffee to make sense of today. As soon as it has brewed, I pour a cup, and take it to the bathroom. After I've drunk enough coffee to face the water, I take a long shower. I finish the coffee while drying my hair, and pour more.

The phone rings. I slip my robe on, and go back through to answer it, expecting Geoff again. Instead, it's Pat, and I switch mental gears; I need to watch what I say. We talk for a while. He tells me that Elaine and he enjoyed the concert. I want to ask him if she's there with him, but of course I can't. I don't hear anything odd in his voice, except perhaps tiredness. Well, he can probably hear that in mine, too. When he gets quiet, I start to wonder if he's harboring suspicions, and I ask him if anything is up. He claims he was having an erotic fantasy about me. I smile to myself, but feel slightly guilty. Any fantasies he may be having would be tame compared to last night's reality. Still, I put my uneasiness aside and we make our goodbyes.

 

I look at the flowers again, then straighten the bed and tidy the room. There isn't much to do, and in a couple of minutes I'm calling Geoff's room. I tell him I'm ready for him to pick me up for breakfast.

I stand behind the door as I let him into the room. He doesn't notice that I'm only wearing my robe until I'm hanging the "do not disturb" sign outside and closing the door.

"You said you were ready for breakfast", he says accusingly.

"No, I said I was ready for you to pick me up," I reply. "I could have told you I was ready to eat, but I thought that might be too obvious."

I put my hands on his shoulders and push him back against the wall. I cover his mouth with mine, and kiss him voraciously. He holds my waist through the robe. After a moment, he slips his hands around my waist inside the robe, and he's mine.

He moves his hands up under my arms, and caresses my breasts with his thumbs. I pull away and slide his tee-shirt over his head, then take his hand and lead him through the hallway into the room.

"Thank you for the roses," I say, "they're beautiful."

"I'm glad they're here already," he replies, "I was afraid that they may arrive while we were out."

"Or worse, while we were in," I smile. "Now you don't expect me to receive two dozen red roses, then just daintily thank you and hold your hand out to the parking lot?"

"If this is how you react to roses, I'll buy the florist's the next time."

I put my arms around him. "I don't. It's you I'm reacting too. I was heartsick when you weren't here this morning. I thought you might see last night as a one-night stand. The roses convinced me otherwise."

"Then I'm doubly glad I bought them." He kisses my forehead. "I meant every word on the card."

Every word? Does he mean that? Even "love"? That's scary, and I shiver. I'm not ready to think in those terms. I brush the thought aside. That's a worry for another day.

"Then the only question to answer," I say, taking hold of his belt buckle, "is this. If last night wasn't a one-night stand, was it a once-in-a-lifetime happening, or can we duplicate the results at will?" I have unfastened his belt and jeans' waistband, and I unzip his jeans and push them down. "Shall we find out?"

I pull his hardening shaft from his underwear, and lower myself to my knees. I get my lips around him, and slowly, very slowly, pull back, rubbing gently with my tongue. I do this until his cock is as hard as polished wood, then I unfasten his shoes, and he steps out of them. I take off his jeans, underwear and socks. then I put his cock into my mouth and brush my teeth along the underside.

I straighten up. "I want you inside me," I say. He nods, and I lie on the bed.

He positions himself over me, and lowers himself into me. I'm wet, but taking him entirely into me takes care and time. It is an age until he's lying completely against me.

 

We start moving, slowly, and it was worth the time and effort. I feel a tingling through my body, warm and wonderful. I lose myself in the rhythm, letting the pleasure slowly build. Geoff seems in no hurry, either. We maintain the steady pace for several minutes, desire building slowly but inexorably. When I eventually begin to need more, I wrap my legs over his thighs, pulling him closer to me. He gets his mouth down to my breast, and desire starts to become urgent as the kneading of his tongue stimulates contractions within me.

I push against him harder, feeling the fullness of his erection within me. Again, the thought of him within me turns me on almost as much as the fact, and I start to breathe more deeply as the fire in my belly is kindled. Geoff is breathing more heavily now, too, and thrusting harder himself. He transfers his attentions to my other breast, and I gasp as excitement flows through me.

We slap against one another with determination. I'm being carried unmercifully to the brink, and I cry out as I hit the point of tension before the rapturous collapse. I hang by a thread for a moment, them I'm over, glorious release taking me, heart pounding crazily, body quivering in ecstasy.

Geoff lifts his face from my chest as he gasps for breath. I plant kisses all over his face as he strains, teetering on the edge of his own climax, then I feel a new round of thrills as he pulses within me. I groan in pleasure and lock my lips to his. We bring each other down slowly, and finally lie still. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug his face to my shoulder.

"It seems last night wasn't a fluke," I say, finally. "Though I think we should do a lot more checking, just to be sure."

"After breakfast, though?" His voice is muffled against me, but sounds so plaintive I have to chuckle.

Eventually he rolls off me, and I lie along him, my arm over his chest, as we recover our breath.

"I called Elaine this morning," he says. "She seemed fine, if a little distracted. I didn't get any indication she did anything other than listen to the music and spend a quiet night at home."

"I talked to Pat, and got the same impression. I guess you were right," I sighed. "The idea still gives me goose pimples, though." I shiver, and pull him closer. "I wonder why they were both acting distracted..."

The mystery is unsolved, if there even is a mystery. We dress and head for the restaurant. We're going to have to work a lot of things out today. Right now, I don't have a clue what they are, except that I know this: this day, this weekend, this trip, will not be the last time Geoff and I find passion in each other's arms.