"Chirp, chirp"
The distinctive notification of an incoming IM to her mobile brought up a small butterfly in Karen's gut. "That must be him," she thought. She reached into her purse and pulled out the handheld, nervously working through the menus to view the new message.
"Loden Hotel, Room 603. On Melville between Bute and Thurlow -- see you soon - Alex"
She keyed in the response, feeling the butterflies rise as she did: "Be there in about ten minutes -- Karen". As she pressed the send key a small thrill of anticipation rushed through her body. She hadn't been made love to in so long. Sure, she'd been fucked by her husband often enough, but that amounted to little more than a poke in the back in the morning and a "Honey, I'm horny" followed by a mount'n'ride session that left her completely unsatisfied. If not for her toys and the heat of the afternoon she'd never get any relief. If Alex was as good as the characters in his stories she felt the risk was worth it. There is, after all, no substitution for a real man who knows what he's doing. Walking down Georgia Street she felt as if all the eyes of the passerbys were on her, heading to her midday rendezvous and feeling deliciously naughty as she did. She adjusted her skirt slightly and picked up her pace.
As she walked through the foyer of the Loden the clerk glanced at her briefly, then returned to her occupation. "I wonder if she knows what I'm doing?" Karen said to herself. "How many of these trysts do they see on a weekly basis?" She pressed the call button, the elevator opened and she stepped in and pressed the 6 button. Riding up the elevator she reflected upon their first meeting. It was perfectly innocent. Lunch at the Italian Kitchen on Alberni the week before. He seemed like a nice guy. Married, committed, but also frustrated with his sex life at home. The way he ate and his passion for flavor had turned her on. Paul never seemed to want to try new foods. It was boring. Alex had a joie de vivre that was infectious. He seemed to have a passion for everything. When he proposed an afternoon encounter several days later she thought "why not. If it doesn't work out no harm, no foul". The elevator reached the 6th floor and she stepped out and strode down the hall, feeling the butterflies returning in force.
When Alex opened the door in response to her knock he was smiling broadly. "Welcome, come on in," he said as he stepped aside. The room was small but well appointed, including half a dozen candles placed around the room. "Would you like a glass of proseco?"
"Oh, uh, sure," she replied, nervously. He reached into an ice bucket and pulled out a bottle, unwrapped the cage and twisted out the cork. No shaking the bottle or popping the cork, just a calm and natural motion.
"Here you are," he said, handing her the glass after pouring two out and replacing the bottle in the bucket. They clinked a toast while looking each other in the eye. "How are you feeling, you still OK with this?" he asked. "It's not too late to back out."
"No, I want this," she said, sipping at the bubbly wine and feeling it tickle the back of her throat.
"Good. You look fantastic, by the way." He put his glass down and stepped toward her. She could smell his cologne, musky but not overpowering. He wrapped an arm around her waste and pulled her closer. Closing her eyes she opened her mouth slightly, letting his lips reach hers. Gently he kissed her, lightly running his tongue over her lips. She responded with a passionate embrace, pulling his body closer in and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hands caressed her back and down over her ass, giving it a slight squeeze as their tongues danced. He pulled away and started untucking her blouse, slowly lifting it up over her head and off of her arms as he planted his lips again on hers, followed by gentle kisses and nibbles to her cheeks, ears and down her neck. Quickly he had her bra undone and removed, cupping her breasts in one hand and licking her hard nipples, gently massaging them with one hand while running the other over her back.
"Mmm... that feels good," she moaned. One by one she undid the buttons of his shirt, working around his hungry desire to kiss her breasts. When it was off they wrapped their arms about each other, feeling the passion of skin against skin as they locked lips and kissed deeply. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her and she ground her waist slightly it. He unzipped her skirt and pulled back to let it fall away.
"Hmm... no panties," her purred as he ran a finger down the crack of her ass. Slowly he kissed his way down around her swollen tits and over her belly, pausing momentarily to explore her belly button with the tip of his tongue as he gradually got to his knees. She felt another tingle in her groin -- anticipation of his mouth finding her clit. With her high heeled pumps she was the perfect height for him to explore her crotch. He reached through her legs and gently coaxed one up and over his shoulder, revealing her moist and swollen pussy to his hungry mouth. Teasingly he flicked at it with his tongue. She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled his face in closer.
"Suck my pussy, oh yes, suck my pussy," she begged as he slurped her clit between his lips and lapped at it with his tongue. She arched her back slightly, relying upon her leg around his neck and her grip on his hair to hold her up, pushing her pussy further out for him to enjoy. Hungrily he sucked and lapped at her juicy cunt for a few minutes, his hands working their way around her legs and ass, until he finally worked a finger up into her hole and started pulling against her g-spot. "Oh, fuck, yeah, right there!" she cried as she bucked and ground her hips against him. After a while her leg tired and she fell back on the bed, wrapping both her legs around his neck and digging the heels of her pumps into his back. He was relentless, sucking and licking her clit while working her g-spot. It went on and on until, with a rush of pleasure she had not felt in years, she came hard, growling throatily in lustful ecstasy. Wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body as he alternated between working her clit and her g-spot, sensitive and aware to her responses. Finally, unable to take the intensity of it any more, she pushed his head away. "Enough!" she laughed. "Come here." She pulled him up next to her on the bed and straddled him, kissing his face and licking her juices off it.
"Thank you," she said, as she paused briefly. "You're very welcome," he smile back. She rubbed her pussy over his hard cock, shuddering briefly as the fabric of his pants stroked her clit.
