The flight touched down at London Heathrow at 10:10 AM. After a ten minute taxi to the gate, Jake and Stephanie disembarked. They said goodbye to the lovely flight attendant and made their way to customs. After clearing customs they made their way to the baggage claim. Stephanie stayed back as Jake moved into the crowd to retrieve their bags. Several minutes later Jake emerged from the crowd with their suitcases.
"That was brutal," he said.
They made their way towards the exit. As they neared, Jake saw a familiar face.
"Melvin!" Jake called.
Melvin waved and hurried to meet his guests.
"Jake, how are you?" he said, shaking Jake's hand firmly. "How was the flight?"
"Amazing, thanks to you booking us business class," Jake said. "Didn't know you had that kind of pull at Cambridge."
"Being chair of the department has it's perks," Melvin said. "And this must be your lovely wife, Stephanie."
He leaned in and kissed Stephanie on the cheek.
"Stephanie, Melvin Tomlinson," Jake said.
"A pleasure," Stephanie smiled.
"The pleasure is mine," Melvin said. "Shall we go? I've got a car for us."
They exited the building and to the parking area. It was a lovely morning. The air was warm, and a gentle breeze was blowing. They arrived at the car, and Jake put the luggage in the trunk, or boot, as they called it in England. They got in the car, with Melvin and and Jake in the front, and Stephanie in the back.
"I know you prefer local flavor, so we've put you up at the Strand Palace Hotel," Melvin said.
"How far are we from Cambridge?" Stephanie asked.
"Almost two hours," Jake said. "We can take the train, can't we, Melvin?"
"You could," Melvin said. "But you'd be going way out of your way."
"What?" Jake asked. "I thought the conference was at Cambridge."
Melvin chuckled.
"I said Cambridge was sponsoring it, Jake. It's actually being held in London at the Millennium Conference Center at the Millennium Gloucester Hotel. We're expecting a decent gathering."
The car slowed and pulled up to the curb.
"Here we are," Melvin said. "Your hotel. I expect you'll want to rest before tonight. I'll send a car for you around five."
"What's the dress code?" Stephanie asked.
"In your American terms, business casual," Melvin answered, smiling.
Jake grabbed the luggage from the trunk.
"Thanks again, Melvin," he said, shaking his professor's hand.
"See you tonight!" Melvin said.
Jake and Stephanie entered the hotel lobby and moved to the check-in desk.
"Welcome to the Strand Palace Hotel," the desk clerk said. "Checking in?"
"Yes," Jake replied. "Jake and Stephanie Smith."
"Yes," the clerk said. "You're on the third floor, king-size bed."
The clerk handed them their key-cards.
"Enjoy your stay!" she said.
"Thank you," Jake said.
They took the elevator to the third floor and found their room. The first thing that struck them upon entering was the size of the room. It wasn't quite as spacious as American hotel rooms, but it made efficient use of what space there was. Immediately off to the right was the king-sized bed with a large glass mirror behind it. The bed faced a small wall-mounted cabinet, upon which sat a coffee pot and two mugs engraved with the hotel name. To the right of the bed was a small table and two plush chairs. The table sat next to the window, which offered a great view of downtown London. A small hallway to the left led to the closet and the bathroom.
"We're finally here," Jake sighed, putting the luggage against the wall. "Want to rest?"
"Not exactly," Stephanie smirked.
Stephanie moved to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him hard on the mouth. Jake wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife and pulled her tightly to him. He moved his lips on hers, pressing hard against her mouth. Stephanie loved when Jake kissed her like this. She could feel his passion and love, and it excited her. She moaned softly into his mouth. Jake lifted her shirt. Stephanie raised her arms as her shirt was lifted up and off her body. Stephanie had worn a comfortable sports bra for the long journey; it, too, joined her shirt on the floor. Jake picked her up; she held tight. Jake moved her to the bed and laid her down. He moved his lips down to her neck.
"Oh, Jake," Stephanie gasped.
Jake's lips lingered on Stephanie's soft, smooth neck. Stephanie's gasps of pleasure continued as he kissed her. He moved down her body. His mouth soon found his wife's breasts. Her nipples were hard with arousal. Jake flicked her nipples with his tongue.
"Fuck," Stephanie gasped.
Jake continued flicking her nipples with his tongue. Stephanie's moans grew louder. Jake took her breasts in his mouth, sucking them hard. Stephanie grabbed her husband's head and moaned louder. Jake continued making his way down his wife's hot body. He kissed her stomach, eliciting another gasp. He reached out and began to slid Stephanie's pants off. His lips and tongue moved lower.
"Oh, god," Stephanie moaned, knowing what was coming.
