The bright red sun started to settle down on the horizon as the soft, lounge music flowed out of the room onto the balcony. The sounds of the city of Boston echoed in the distance as the man standing on the balcony took a sip from his glass. He let his elbows rest against the railing, his sight focused on the distant skyline. He breathed slowly, closing his eyes at the feeling of the light breeze hitting his face.
I needed that. He thought, the feeling of being squeezed in slowly fading away with every slow inhale and exhale.
"Mr. Evans, is everything alright?"
The inquiring tone of the voice behind him caused Chris to first tense up, exhale and then to slowly turn around, already curving his lips into a hopefully convincing smile.
"It's nothing, I'm fine. Just needed to take a little breather, it was getting hot in there." He spoke as he loosened his tie a little, unbuttoning the suit jacket afterward.
"Understandable," the other man replied, "I'll leave you to it, then. You can come back inside anytime."
"Thank you," Chris replied as the other man turned around, heading back inside the crowded room. Chris took another sip, looking at the pairs and groups of people socializing inside. The view did leave him with mixed feelings - whilst he appreciated the fact that he was able to attend events like this one without having to sacrifice much from his schedule, the sight of pairs of people interacting did leave him with a sense of loneliness. He sighed, the flashes of his past failed hookups, breakups and overall interpersonal misery filling his mind. Finishing the glass then setting it on the balcony, he discarded those images and refocused on his current situation. she started to walk back towards the room, he felt his phone buzz in his jacket pocket. In one swift motion, he fished it out and unlocked it, tapping the screen to open the new message.
"Huh?" He heard himself exclaim aloud, noting the particulars of the text. The message itself was simple - just a "Hi". It was the name of the sender however that caught his attention.
Hayley.
His heart jumped and he blinked a few times, confirming that he indeed was seeing things correctly. It was Hayley Atwell who had sent him the message. The memories came flooding back from the first time they met just before filming "The First Avenger" until the last time they spoke nearly 3 months ago. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn't develop a crush on her during that entire time. She made it easy on him if he were to be honest - her sense of humor, sharp wit, intelligence and professionalism mixing perfectly with the fact she looked like a 1940's sex symbol. They both quickly became friends on and off the set, but recently they drifted apart, mostly due to her being busy in London and him in the US. After that, he resigned himself to thinking of it as a lost opportunity - and that one seemed to somehow sting more than most of the failed relationships he had previously.
Right now, though, he could already feel the hidden emotions coming back as he typed back.
Hello
He wrote and sent, before adding.
What's going on?
He waited, looking at the screen when another message popped up.
Nothing bad, trust me. In Boston?
Yes. Bored. He replied, scratching his head as he thought of the reasons she wrote to him. While it was completely out of the blue, he did feel a little happy she hadn't forgotten about him after all.
Poor thing. She then replied, causing his lips to curve up into a smile.
Not so bad, but it could be better. He replied, moving back inside the room and heading towards the bar. Before he reached it, another message flashed.
Really? I have an idea then. The message said as Chris furrowed his brow. Before he could reply, he then saw she sent him a photo.
He gulped as he saw it, a little tingle shooting in his groin. The photo was of her, although it didn't show her face - instead, he spotted a cup of a lacy bra peeking out of a cardigan. Still not quite believing what he just saw, he simply typed "?" and sent it. Seconds passed as he let his back rest against the wall, keeping the phone closer to himself as he waited for the response.
Soon, it came through.
I'm feeling very lonely, Chris. I fancy your company...
OK. He replied, feeling his hands jitter. He took a breath as he sent another text.
Where? He started to move then, already feeling his cock harden at the images his imagination was conjuring up. His phone pinged, another message coming through.
Intercontinental, Junior Suite. I'll keep the door open.
The message said before another came in, only containing the eggplant emoji. Chris smiled as he moved to the exit, already haling his driver (one of the perks of being a high-profile movie star).
"Where to, sir?" He asked as Chris entered the car.
"Intercontinental Hotel."
The ride to the hotel was smooth. Chris tipped the driver, ordering him to go back home for the rest of the evening as he exited the car and swiftly moved into the hotel.
He walked at a brisk pace, barely stopping himself from running as kept feeling his erect cock poking at the tight briefs he was wearing under his suit trousers. Soon enough, and without being hassled or harassed, he reached the door to the apartment. He gave them a gentle push, the door opening wider as he noted the dim light inside the room. He moved in, hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside before locking the door shut.
"Chris?"
He then heard the crisp British accent sending another tingle to his groin. He didn't respond, slipping off his shoes and socks before walking down the soft carpet into the main room.
What he saw knocked his breath away almost instantly. Hayley was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking straight at him. His sight first concentrated on her brown eyes before sliding lower, noticing her lips curved up into a smirk. He let his eyes slide lower, noticing her bra peeking out of the grey, striped cardigan she was wearing, held closed only by one button. He then looked lower, entranced, as he followed the lines of her legs, covered in a black pantyhose as she crossed them.
"Good evening, mister," Hayley spoke, her voice low and seductive, causing a quiet gasp to escape his lips. "like what you see?"
"Hayley..." he gasped out, feeling his cock throb. She responded with a giggle, moving to stand up.
"Wasn't expecting you to be in your Sunday best. Not that I'm complaining, you look dashing," she spoke, slowly moving towards him, her hips swaying with every step.
"Wasn't planning to. Had an event to go to," he replied as she stopped in front of him, her hands starting to slide against his jacket. "I missed you, what..."
"Shhh." She replied, placing her finger on his lips. "I missed you too, darling, you can't imagine. I bet you are glad that I bailed you out on that one, huh?" She continued, her hand now gliding down to cup his crotch, Chris letting out a quiet groan as he felt her fingers trace his cock through the trousers.
"Very nice." She then whispered into his ear, a shiver running down his spine. His hands moved to grab her by the waist as he leaned down, capturing Hayley's lips in a kiss. She pushed back a little before reciprocating, their lips sliding against one another as she pulled Chris in tight against her. He groaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss as he let his hands glide lower until he managed to cup her ass, Hayley moaning into his mouth in return. Her hands weren't idle either, sliding up and down his back as they then broke the kiss, letting their noses and foreheads touch as they breathed heavily.
"Holy shit, Hayley, wow..." Chris spoke, giving her ass another light squeeze.
"Cat got your tongue, Chris?" She replied, a little giggle leaving her lips. She extracted herself from the hug, moving back until she plopped back down on the bed, her hands moving to the sole button keeping her cardigan closed. She undid it quickly, letting the garment fall on the bed, exposing her grey, lacy bra to his hungry eyes. He wasn't far behind either, letting his suit jacket and tie fall to the floor as he quickly undid and pulled off his shirt, his hands then sliding down to his belt buckle.
"Stop right there, mister," Hayley said, shaking her head as the tone of her voice left no room for discussion.
"Come here." She then added, crooking her finger at him. Chris let out a quiet groan as he obeyed, moving close enough for Hayley's hands to reach his trousers. She worked quickly, her fingers making short work of the buckle, button, and zipper. She then pulled them down alongside his underwear, freeing his now rock hard 8-inch cock from its confines. Chris smirked as he heard her gasp, a groan leaving his lips when her hand closed over his length, giving it a slow jerk.
"Oh, this will do very nicely. Very nice indeed," She then added, withdrawing her hand as she laid down across the bed "but first, come here."
