All Over Again Ch 01

Meet me at the Travelodge for a drink? 7pm xx. An innocent enough message, you'd imagine, but this was Laura we're talking about -- the young woman with whom I'd had a very steamy relationship a few months ago, culminating in a one-night stand at the Travelodge. When I'd left her to go home, she'd been lying in the bed still naked, thighs parted just enough that I could see the slippery whiteness I'd left in her. "I'm not planning to have a shower before I come into the office tomorrow," she'd teased.

I looked at my phone again, and with the same rush of anticipation and guilt I'd felt the last time, sent back: Love to -- see you there x.

Of course I made up some excuse -- a drink with a couple of (male) work colleagues, could be late, don't wait up. Then I was in the shower, shaving more carefully than usual, a smart shirt, trousers. The drive to the Travelodge was just a few minutes, and I parked in the same spot -- out of sight of the road, just for paranoia's sake.

I took the lift up to the first floor, and my heart jumped as I walked into the bar. There was Laura -- I was almost certain she wore the same dress, and her electric blue hair looked exactly the same as when I'd last seen it spread over the pillow... "Cat got your tongue?" she teased.

Without waiting for a reply, she leaned in to kiss me, her tongue darting between my lips briefly. "Missed you."

"Missed you too," I finally managed to find some words. "Have you got a drink?"

A grin. "If you've got time, I thought we could have a bite to eat. Dessert in my room, though."

With the distinct feeling of a lamb being led to the slaughter, I followed her to a table, ordering the first thing that came into my head when the waiter approached. "And a couple of cocktails -- Long Slow Screws," Laura added.

When he'd gone, she leaned across the table. "Want to guess what I'm wearing underneath?"

I knew she'd have been tempted to go without underwear completely -- she'd not so subtly let me find that out in the office a couple of times -- but even Laura appreciated the anticipation that came with her lover finally removing the last couple of lacy items. "I think... the same as last time."

She shook her head triumphantly. "Now you'll just to wait to find out."

Our food arrived along with our cocktails, and Laura tapped her glass against mine. "To next times."

I hardly noticed what I ate, my attention drawn to the sensual way Laura took each bite of her pasta, deliberately letting a dribble of sauce escape her lips, catching it with a finger, using the tip of her wet pink tongue then putting her finger between glossy lips. "What?" she raised her eyebrows, putting on her most innocent look.

Finally our plates were cleared, glasses empty, and Laura got to her feet. "Shall we?"

We took the lift, and as the doors closed, Laura grinned. "Remember the time we went to the cinema?" Then her lips were on mine, hungrily this time, interrupted just like the occasion she'd remembered by the lift doors opening. We stepped onto a carpeted corridor, doors either side, and I wasn't in the least surprised when Laura slipped the key into the lock of room 312 and drew me in. As the door closed, she used her body to trap me against it, and I couldn't help my moan as I felt her hips push into me, her breasts pressing against my chest through her dress. "God, Laura, what you do to me."

"Hoping you'll do a few things to me as well," she teased. "I think the dress can go straight away."

I fumbled for the zip, drawing it down to her waist, and she stepped back for a moment, the dress slipping to the floor. Then her fingers were busy on the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders, and she moved closer again, only the lace of her bra now separating her breasts from my bare skin. I dared to take the initiative, kissing her, and she moaned against my mouth. I felt her loosing my belt, tugging my trousers down, and her palm pressed against the front of my boxers. "Coming along nicely," she murmured as she felt the erection that had been growing since the moment I'd walked into the bar. "Let's take this to the bed."

She slid out of my arms, moving to sprawl back on the bed with her arms behind her head. "Now you can do whatever you want to me."

I joined her, starting to kiss her again, my palm stroking her stomach then moving upwards to cup her breast through the lace. Fingers stroking and pinching her hard nipple, then I broke the kiss to move my mouth to her other breast, wetting the lace with my tonguetip, pressing the nipple gently between my teeth. "Oh -- oh god --" I heard Laura's gasp. "You're making me so wet."

She moved her feet a little further apart, making it obvious that she wanted me to find the truth of her statement, and I slid my hand up between her thighs until my fingers met damp fabric. I pressed inwards a little, getting a moan, then quickly moved my hand to slip the strap of her bra off one shoulder, pulling the cup down, before returning my fingers to warm dampness. My mouth on her bare breast, suckling, tonguetip flickering over the nipple, and her panties grew even damper. "Oh, take them off," she gasped.

"So soon?" I teased, hooking my fingers through the elastic and sliding her panties down, off. Just as before, her mound was shaved smooth, and I kissed her there, then moved downwards, pressing the tip of my nose between her moist lips. Then my mouth there, my tongue seeking her nub, and she moaned. "Yes -- make me come..."

I remembered that last time she'd wanted me in her so urgently that I'd used my mouth on her after I'd come, Laura only a little surprised that I didn't mind tasting myself on her. But this time she was obviously ready for her own pleasure, and I didn't hesitate, starting to run my tongue over and round her nub, suckling a little every so often and using my fingers to explore her wet opening. "Oh -- yes -- in me," she gasped, and I slid one finger inside, crooking it to seek the sensitive place inside her I knew would heighten her pleasure.

I could already see the muscles under the smooth skin of her stomach beginning to tense, and I considered slowing, prolonging the moment, but Laura's fingers tangling in my hair, pressing me into her as she flexed her hips, made it clear what she wanted, and I moved my mouth on her more insistently, feeling an answering thrill in my body as she tensed, cried out, her hips shuddering, thighs tightening almost painfully around me. Her climax went on for long seconds, then finally she gasped again, relaxed, her breathing rapid. "Mm..." I heard, "that was good -- but I think the next one will be even better."

I chuckled to myself, remembering when Laura had casually informed me, Oh, of course I can come more than once, actually I don't know if I have a limit.

But something else was already on her mind, and she flashed one eyebrow at me. "How come you're still wearing something?"

I hastily shed my boxers, adding them to the untidy pile on the floor, and as I laid down again, Laura wrapped her fingers around my erection. "Definitely ready -- and..." Her thumb brushed over the tip, finding the clear liquid that had already started to leak, and she brought the droplet to her lips, tonguing it off. "Mm -- it'd be nice to have you in my mouth, swallow all of that lovely stuff, but I want the same as last time, all of it in me, leaking out a little so I can see it..."

She drew her knees up so that her thighs were fully parted to me. "Next time you can have me from behind," she promised, "but right now I want to feel your weight on me, pressing me down, trapping me, pushing into me, I want to see your face when you come..."

I slid my body between her thighs, and just like the last time I felt her fingers guiding my hard tip into her centre. I pressed inwards until I was deep inside her, and rested there for a moment, enjoying her velvety warmth. "Don't go to sleep on me," she mock-warned, pressing upwards with her hips. "And you can come whenever you want this time."

I remembered that last time I'd masturbated the morning before our date, gambling that I'd have no trouble being ready again when I was with her, hoping that it'd mean I'd last longer -- I already knew what Laura thought of men who were too quick off the mark. My gamble had paid off, and I'd grinned down at her -- "Can't believe how long I've lasted --" before she finally told me I was free to come.

But this time I was more than ready, and I had her permission. I began to thrust into her, withdraw, thrust again, and I saw my own anticipation mirrored in her face. "Mm -- oh, yes, nearly --" I gasped, then Laura's expression showed utter satisfaction as I cried out my release, hardening even more inside her then spurting once, again, again...

Finally I was spent, and I eased my weight carefully onto her, wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you."

"And you," she smiled. A pout of pretended disappointment as I softened, slipped from her, then a grin. "Mm, definitely some coming out again."