I sighed deeply, examining the contents of my suitcase. Any satisfaction gained by ticking off all the items on my list and knowing that nothing I'd need was forgotten is wiped out entirely by the fact that this is a suitcase packed for work. Not the 5 days I had booked at my favourite hotel with an outdoor hot tub and a spectacular mountain view. Nope, I'm in for a conference that will consume my entire weekend, a 3 and a half hour drive from home. I guess I'll celebrate my 40th birthday next month, which was the earliest I could re-book.
I zipped the suitcase shut, heaved it off my bed, walked 3 whole steps toward the door then said fuck it and set it down to tuck my favourite toys inside. Clitoral suction toy, check, dildo that was probably bigger than necessary, check.
Still annoyed, I take a deep breath and settle in to enjoy whatever Spotify throws at me as I set the cruise control on the highway. The drive is less of a pain than usual; no collisions or traffic jams. There's a hot tub at the end of my drive, and I suppose for now that's enough.
I check in, chuck my stuff in my room, investigate where the pool and hot tub is, then throw on a swimsuit. My bestie talked me into this very dramatic white swimsuit cover-up that doesn't actually cover much, but is definitely meant to be worn over a swimsuit, so I grab that, too. I glance at myself in the mirror before I leave the room and she was right, it accentuates my tan nicely.
Thank fuck the hot tub was HOT. Not only that, but there were no screaming children in my vicinity. I could almost forget that it was Friday evening and I was stuck in Calgary. I toweled off, looking forward to the bottle of red wine waiting in my room, and shrugged on my nearly sheer cover-up.
Me and my pink, flip flop clad feet shuffled down the hallway, wondering if I stayed in the hot tub a little too long, when I saw someone leaning up against the door to my room. My face was well on it's way to a scowl when I realized who it was. Holy shit, it's Felix.
Felix, who told me he wanted to devour every inch of my body and fuck me until my pussy was sore. Felix, who told me that he wanted to fill me with cum and then scoop it up with his fingers and feed it to me. Oh, and also, Felix who I've never actually met before. Holy shit.
"Happy Birthday" he says, the barest of smiles on his face. My heart is in my throat. Never in a million years would I have expected this. I want to scream "What are you doing here!?" but I don't. I keep walking. It seems unlikely that my legs currently know how to function, but they do. We embrace, and the feel of his body on mine is electric.
I whispered into his neck "I can't believe you're here." We held onto each other longer than was polite or usual, and it occurred to me that this isn't how virtual strangers act, but we weren't really strangers, were we? And if he was a stranger he was still MY stranger. A stranger I'd brought myself to orgasm thinking about approximately a million times. A stranger with whom l'd imagined doing every depraved act I could possibly imagine. A stranger I'd always regretted not meeting.
I reluctantly let go of him and fumbled for the key card, tucked into the front of my swimsuit. His eyes followed my hand down to my chest, then met my eyes. My cheeks flushed bright pink, I'm sure, because his smile grew.
Inside my cool, dark room he quickly had me pressed up against the wall. His body on mine was gentle but firm. His lips grazed my bare shoulder, then made their way up my neck. I could feel his breath, hot and soft, lighting my skin on fire. His hands were low on my hips. I pressed myself against him and my hands came up his chest, exploring, remembering sexy photos of him post shower, towel draped over his shoulders.
Those lips, initially barely coming in contact with my flushed skin, were now planting small kisses along my collarbone, my throat, my jaw, and behind my ear. His hands came higher, up to my waist, and then I felt his fingertips glance over my bare back, making me shiver.
I so badly wanted to feel his lips on mine. I could feel my pulse between my legs and more than a hint of his arousal making itself known against me. My fingers found themselves in his beard, wondering how that soft scratchiness would feel elsewhere. Finally his lips met mine. I melted into him and utterly fucking surrendered to his lips, his tongue, and his wandering hands.
