The Reunion Pt 04

Hand still firmly on her ass, Jack guided them quickly through the brightly lit, unmanned reception and steered them towards the lift.

Anna felt like she was back in her youth, returning to the bedroom at that fateful house party with him. Excitement, nerves and, above all, intense desire - she was about to fulfil what she had fantasised about for years. She imagined over and over what would she do with him, if they had one night together again, usually when thinking about his tongue working her instead of her own fingers. She was giving herself this pass. After all, it wasn't the first time of being with him: it would just be the first time they would fuck. At this thought, her knees almost gave way with want.

She hit the lift button. He sniggered and propped himself nonchalantly up against the wall, waiting, eyes boring into her.

"Eager are we, Anna?" The way her said her name was like foreplay in itself. "No need to rush. We've got the whole night ahead of us, my sweet. I plan to make the absolute most of it so I hope you don't plan to get much sleep." His eyes dropped to her chest, blatantly staring at her sizeable breasts, barely contained inside her ridiculous dress. Already burning with lust, his attention stoked her even more.

"Now, those are not still a C cup are they? Age has been good to you, Anna."

"There have definitely been some benefits. I'll leave it to you to find some of the others," she teased.

"I bet. And I will. I wonder what appetites you have developed...something along the lines of -" The arrival of the lift interrupted him. As the door slid open, relieved to see it empty, she grabbed his hand and pulled him in behind her. She didn't recognise herself in the mirrored walls, flushed and wild. He seemed surprised at her taking charge - the thrill of this was addictive so as the doors slowly closed, she placed her hands firmly onto his hard pecs and pushed him two steps backwards into the corner.

"How many floors have we got?" she said, breathlessly.

Wordlessly, he pushed the 5. Speaking low in his chest, he dropped his arms and leant back. "Make it count."

In a rush, her mouth found his hungrily as she dropped a hand from his chest to his bulging fly, cupping his bulging erection firmly. It was his turn to gasp against her lips.

Encouraged by its twitching response to her, Anna swiftly unbuttoned Jack's jeans and reached her hand in, feeling the warm hardness of him. She sucked his bottom lip hard as she stroked him from root to tip, teasing the smooth end of his cock with her finger tips. She was rewarded with a deep groan and a satisfying bead of precum, which she used to circle the tip of his further stiffening member.

"Tables have turned, babe," she declared brazenly. "I can give as good as I get."

They hit floor 1. Briefly, their heads both snapped to the glowing number above the lift doors. No stopping.

With renewed urgency, Anna dropped to her knees in front of him and deftly released his cock to fall in front of her hungrily waiting face.

"Anna, what are you...seriously? Are you mad? We could be...oh fuck." She'd cut him short by taking him fully into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. The adrenaline rush she felt at the risk of being caught pushed her to devour him. She kept him back there, her lips firm around his base and tongue pushed against the ridges she knew would drive him wild. The perfect length of him fitting her snugly, she swiftly moved back and forward, fucking him with her mouth.

His head tipped back into the mirrors and various groaned expletives erupted from him. Floor 2 went by and she relentlessly kept on, admiring the 360 degree view she had of their salacious act. His hands slid into the back of her loose blonde curls, gently guiding her head to increase its speed. Floor 3.

"Anna...oh god, Anna...we have to stop." She grinned against him and kept up regardless, his cock twitching and pulsing against her throat, precum oozing against her vociferous tongue. Floor 4. "Fuck, Anna! Please..." With a satisfying pop, she released him, stood up and wrangled his throbbing dick back into his pants. The shocked pleasure on his chiseled face was totally worth the risk.

The lift slowed and, as she turned from him, backing into his body with a cheeky wriggle, the doors slid open to reveal an empty hotel floor ahead of them.

As she stepped forward to leave, he planted a firm smack on her behind, throatily growling, "naughty girl. I wasn't expecting that."

Feeling more playful than she had for years, she spun round with a giggle and flashed a gloriously fleshy tit at him. "Expect the unexpected!" With a tweak of her nipple and an orgasmic moan, she pulled her dress back up over it, patting it back in place.

He let out a full belly laugh, reaching for her and pulling her close to him. His hair flopped lightly into his eyes as he said," Let's get you inside so I can get you naked and worship all of you with my tongue. Question, are you ticklish?"

She most certainly was but had always batted playful hands away, overawed by the sensitivity and raw nerves of that sort of touch. She lifted her arms round his shoulders and confessed, "Maybe. Something that I am willing to be explored..."

"Good. I plan to explore a lot. I want to find if you have any limits. How long do we have?"

Starkly brought back to reality, she briefly faltered in confidence, but still held his fiery gaze. "I'm not expected back until tomorrow afternoon. I'll need to check in at some point but the time is mine." Anxiety and guilt threatened to gnaw at her stomach. "You?"

"Same." He brushed his moist lips tenderly across hers in. "I don't plan to waste any either. Certainly not with thinking about anything other than making up for what we've already lost." A door opened in the corridor and laughter bubbled out. Jack, snapped his head up, then pulled her into his body, almost shielding her from view. His smokey tone returning, he whispered into the shell of her ear, softly, "Let's go."

Enthusiastically, Anna followed him down various turns and along corridors, watching his broad back lead the way. Her fingers were lightly gripping his from behind. One final double door pushed through and he stopped, 519, extracting a keycard from his back pocket.

A flash of green. A click. A threshold. A shut door then nothing between them but their heat and their clothes, which had to go.

Part 5 - 'round 1' soon to follow.