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!"
