A Note to the Reader: although the following scenario is fictitious, it is based on real life. Once again, I must begin by thanking 'Aubrey' - my girlfriend, partner-in-crime and mistress - for allowing me to immortalise our wonderful relationship in this way.
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"I love you baby..." I could still remember the first time that Aubrey had said those words to me. At least, I thought I could. To be honest, my memory of our earliest days together were rather confused; they just seemed to blend together into one glorious tapestry of sensations. Even our first kiss was a moment lost in the haze of my subconscious; all I could remember clearly were the circumstances that had surrounded it. Sitting through that dull sales conference in Liverpool; expecting to stagger into the hotel room and collapse into a long-awaited sleep; being greeted instead by the sight of my buxom boss in a black evening dress; that first breathtaking embrace, when I'd first felt our bodies pressing together...
A small cough brought me back to the here-and-now, and I jumped slightly in my chair as I snapped out of my reverie. Aubrey reached across the table and stroked the side of my face, her plump fingers stroking the few days' worth of stubble that I'd allowed myself to cultivate. "You were daydreaming again," she whispered, a half-smile playing across her lips, "I do hope that you weren't thinking about work." I forced myself to meet my girlfriend's gaze, resisting the temptation to be distracted by her teasing caress, and tried to look as innocent as possible as I watched her hazel eyes sparkling at me.
"No, I can see it in your eyes." She said at last, giving me a small nod of approval. "You must have been thinking about me. You're always thinking about me, even at the office." Suddenly, I felt movement under the table, and Aubrey began tracing one foot up and down the back of my calf as she continued to stare me out. "It's a good thing that you can multi-task you know," she chuckled, "or you'd probably never get any work done. Still, for the next couple of days, we can both of us forget all about work, and focus on enjoying some rest and relaxation before that big performance evaluation next week."
I groaned, raising my eyes to the heavens and throwing up my hands in an elaborate shrug. "Don't remind me babe. That's the last thing that I want to be thinking about right now." Officially speaking, the performance evaluation would determine whether or not Aubrey and I would be receiving our end-of-year bonus, but to be honest, we both knew that we'd breeze through it without a hitch. "Anyway," I continued, my hand moving to join Aubrey's as she cupped my chin and began to twist the hair of my goatee between her fingers, "we're a great team, so we've got nothing to worry about."
At this, Aubrey broke into a broad grin, and swatted my arm playfully with her free hand. "Flatterer!" She hissed, sticking out her tongue and running it over her lips, her silver bar glinting in the light. It was early morning, and we had just finished breakfast in the dining room of our hotel; a large spa complex in the heart of Manchester. Knowing that we were both dead certs for our bonuses, we'd decided to celebrate early, and treat ourselves to a good pampering for a few days, as well as take the chance to escape from the prying eyes of the office. Actually, I was amazed that no-one at the office seemed to suspect anything, even though I was pulling more than the usual number of night shifts.
Slowly, I felt Aubrey pull her hand way from my face and ease herself out of her chair, picking up another piece of toast as she did so. "Come on then Leonard," she urged, nibbling one corner and gesturing towards the door. "We want to make sure that we get to the pool before all those German tourists nab all the good beds on the deck!" I drained the last of my tea, straining to suppress a laugh; if there were any Germans staying at the hotel, we'd neither of us seen any of them. It was obvious that Aubrey was in a hurry though, and I couldn't wait to find out why.
As we entered the lift and started to ride the five floors up to our room, I felt the tension between us snap like an over-stretched elastic band, and almost simultaneously, we flung ourselves into each others' arms. Not only was Aubrey at least a couple of inches taller than me, but she was heavier than me as well, so her momentum sent me staggering backwards. As we hit the side of the lift car, I gasped loudly, revelling at the feeling of her big soft body squashing me against the wall, and feeling her massive bosom heaving with every breath. Then, placing her hands either side of my face, her fingers sliding up into my hair, she leaned forward and kissed me with a fierce, urgent passion.
My head spinning, I ran both hands down the length of Aubrey's spine, tracing the curve of her waist and hips, slowly allowing my lips to part as I did so. There was a familiar click of metal, and her tongue was suddenly jousting with mine, filling my mouth and locking our lips tight together. With a groan, I brought both hands down onto my girlfriend's voluptuous arse, squeezing her plump cheeks through the fabric of her morning dress, and smiling inwardly as she moaned in appreciation. Suddenly, we heard a disembodied voice saying 'fifth floor,' and the doors to the elevator slid open, revealing us like a prize on a tv quiz show.
We both froze, too scared to move, and still locked in our tight embrace. As we slowly drew apart, and I surrendered my hold on Aubrey's arse, we both turned towards the open doors, to be greeted by an elderly couple staring at us with a mixture of shock and amusement. Blushing like naughty schoolchildren who'd been caught behind the bike-sheds, we edged past them sheepishly, exchanging a rather embarrassed 'hello.' However, the lady smiled and winked, causing Aubrey and I to exchange bemused looks as the stranger nudged her companion in the ribs. "Just a couple of horny newlyweds," we heard her chuckle as the lift doors closed again. "That rather reminds me of our wedding night!"
That did it. Aubrey gave me a hearty slap between the shoulder-blades, bellowing out a roar of laughter as she did so. Although I was almost knocked off my feet and sent staggering once more into a wall, I couldn't hold it in either; I doubled over, grasping my knees and quaking madly as tears began to stream down my face. "Randy old bitch." I heard Aubrey cry in shock, "sounds to me like hubby's going to get some action later on!" My knees gave way, and I slumped to the floor, clutching my sides and snorting as I tried desperately to stop laughing. It was no good though: the shock of having been caught, coupled with the ensuing exchange, had rendered me quite helpless, and I just had to ride it out.
Finally, I managed to calm down enough to allow Aubrey to help me back to my feet. "Sorry about that," she panted, gently touching the spot where her slap had connected, "got rather carried away." I drew one arm across my face to dry my tears as I recovered my breath, and flashed a toothy grin and a reassuring wink. Then, I offered her my arm, and, still rather flushed, we retreated into our room to carry out a quick-change operation. "I'll take the bathroom." Aubrey gasped as we fought to be the first through the door, "if we both start undressing in the bedroom, I have a feeling that we'll never get poolside."
Barely five minutes later, we were back in the corridor. I was wearing a pair of black jockey-short style trunks that bulged satisfactorily in the front, and had a towel draped around my broad shoulders, flaunting my hairy chest and stomach. As for Aubrey, she was clad in a stunning pink one-piece that emphasised every one of her ample curves, and gave her huge breasts exactly the right support, producing a truly hypnotic cleavage. The high-leg cut of the suit also did a wonderful job of showing off her full arse, and accentuated the plumpness of her thighs. She was also wearing a satin robe - the kind that professional dancers wear in-between performances - which billowed out behind her like a cape.
Back in the lift, we risked another kiss and cuddle between floors, but we made sure not to get too carried away. However, on the ground floor, we ran into the old couple again, who both smiled as we passed, and gave a friendly wave. "I do hope we didn't embarrass you." The woman said shyly as we moved aside to let them pass, her husband glancing down at his feet, "it's just that seeing you two young lovers in a clinch like that brought back some very happy memories. You really do make a very sweet couple." Once again, Aubrey and I found ourselves blushing slightly, but we managed to stay calm.
"We like to think so." I heard Aubrey saying, "but I'm afraid that we're not newlyweds." She held out her hand to emphasise her bare third finger. "That said," she continued, draping an arm around my shoulder and hooking the silver chain that still hung around my neck. "This serves a similar purpose. It's to remind my gorgeous boyfriend that he's all mine, so I don't want to find out that you've been trying to steal him away from me, ok?" Aubrey winked at the other lady, who let out a giggle and offered her hand to us both, introducing herself as Emily.
"Don't worry about that." She countered. "I'm too old to go chasing after young bucks like him; I don't have the energy for it any more. In any case, Robert and I are celebrating our 50th Anniversary, so we're not going to have eyes for anyone else this weekend." She gave her husband another playful dig in the ribs, just to make sure to emphasise the point, but he had fallen into a silent reverie, and was gazing lovingly at his wife. We both offered hearty congratulations to the couple, and promised to buy them a round of drinks in the bar, before rushing off to the pool.
