The affair between us had finished over a year ago, not through any bitterness or diminished desire but down to the concern of being caught and ruining not just our own lives but those of our partners and children too.
It had been good while it lasted, albeit far too brief in my opinion but we had had fun. Only ever managing to get together properly once before an email raised too many suspicions for the affair to continue. You had managed to talk your way out of the trouble the email caused but we both thought it better to not risk any further contact and the affair ended.
There was still the odd random email between us, we both worked in the same field and occasionally one had some useful information to help the other but it was all work and nothing like before, until you mentioned a conference you were attending out of town. My heart jumped as I read your email again. I checked the dates and the location and once again just to be sure.
I too was attending the same conference, hotel already booked and arrangements all in place. It would be too much to hope that you would be staying in the same hotel but once again luck was on my side and we were both booked into the Old Mill Hotel, the same place that was holding the conference.
I left it until only a couple of days before the conference to email and tell you I was attending too, not quite sure what your reaction would be and hoping that if it was negative that you didn't have enough time to rearrange your hotel to somewhere else. The response I got back was the complete opposite with a promise that the three night stay was going to be lots of fun.
The conference was a two day event but with it being a solid five hour drive I had booked in for three nights so I wasn't driving home late after a full day's work on the second day of the conference. That still didn't stop me from doing almost a full day before though and with the long drive I didn't reach the hotel until almost 9 o'clock. The check-in was pretty brief, for some reason I always book in the name of Mr Brown, a throwback to younger days when I didn't necessarily want everyone to know who I was. I'd use the same name for taxi's, takeaways anything you could book over the phone really just in case I decided last minute not to do it and then have someone chasing me for messing them around. It sort of became pointless with mobile phones and caller-id but I never dropped the habit of using Mr Brown. No wakeup call or paper were requested and a quick check told me bar meals were still being served until about 10 o'clock.
With that I headed off to my room. Just as I left the receptionist told me Mrs Brown had already checked-in which I half ignored and half thought must have been meant for someone else.
The hotel was difficult to describe, modern rustic didn't quite seem right but the original old oak frames of the Mill house still formed the shapes of the rooms and halls but modern twists brought everything up to date with a touch of style without killing the charm of the old beams and woodwork. The ceilings were low and the doors were small. The corridor that led me to my room was a twisty maze of hallways going up and down steps completely disorienting me from the original direction I had set off in.
By the time I found my room I wasn't sure if I was at the front or the back of the hotel, at least I was on the ground level, and it looked like a quiet part of the hotel with only a few rooms this far away from the reception and bar.
The door had a traditional lock and key, no electronic swipe access here and as the key fitted into the lock I realised I would have to duck to avoid banging my head on the frame as it swung open. The lights in the room were already on, as was the television I noticed as I closed the door.
From the door I couldn't see much of the room, there were storage closets on my right hand side and I could see the edge of the bed but most of the room was hidden around the corner from where I stood.
"Hello!" I shouted, conscious that I may well be intruding on someone else's occupied room by mistake.
"Ah, Mr Brown I presume" you reply poking your head around the corner. A huge smile on your face at my surprise. "That must make me Mrs Brown for the week then."
Stepping fully into view I get my first sight of you in over a year. You are dressed only in a cream camisole top that barely reaches your thighs, the smooth material covering you but not hiding the shape of your curvy breasts distorting the thin fabric.
"Can I get you anything?" you ask backing away slightly as I walk into the room, my bag and suit carrier dropped on a convenient chair as I step into the main part of the room and ignoring it completely focus entirely on you.
As I get closer you stop and wait for me to reach you, one foot supporting you while the other is slightly behind your standing foot with your toes pointing at the carpet, knee raised fractionally like a heron standing in a pond. Your arms hang softly by your sides and your eyes watch me as I bring my mouth ever closer to yours.
Our lips touch and my hand brushes the hair softly off your face. The kiss lingers and you open your mouth, your tongue pressing against my lips which opens and accepts your intrusion. My arms wrap around you as I bring you close against me as our lips crush against each other.
Your arms wrap around my neck pulling me down to you removing the need for you to stand on tip toe. My hands slip down your back onto your bare ass, your camisole lifted slightly by your raised arms and my hands cup your butt cheeks. It takes little effort to lift you as I straighten up. Most of your weight supported through your arms around my neck and with the aid of my hands on your ass you are easy to pick up and carry.
As I move you wrap your legs around my waist, our kiss still uninterrupted as I walk to the side of the bed before gently laying you on your back and you sink into the soft folds of the fluffy duvet.
Our kiss continues passionately, you run your hands through my hair before you drift your hands to my shirt and begin tugging it up trying to remove it from my trousers.
Breaking the kiss I undo my tie, slipping it off my head with it still tied in a loose knot. Instead of unbuttoning my shirt I drop the tie over your wrist, pulling it tight before wrapping the tie around your other wrist and tying another knot to hold your wrists together. I push your arms above your head flat on the bed forcing your breasts to rise slightly on your chest. Tying your wrists only took a few seconds, but I could already feel my eagerness and excitement growing in my underwear.
Whether you wanted it to happen or just accepted it, you didn't resist or make a sound as the tie bound your wrists, your legs still wrapped around me as I dropped my head to resume our deep and now more urgent kiss.
My mouth travels over your face and neck, kissing you lightly along your throat down to your collar bone. I untangle your legs from behind my back pushing your knees up and apart as I slowly kiss down the thin strap of the camisole towards your breast.
My lips feel your nipple through your top, your hard bud poking up defiantly against the cream camisole and my mouth opens to accept your offering. My mouth and tongue swirl around your nipple to some small sounds of pleasure, at the same time I can feel you pushing your hips up against me pressing your pussy against my chest looking for additional attention, but that will come in time and for now I suck and tease your hard bud through a now damp camisole top.
I lift my head to move to your other breast I see the wetness from my mouth has made your top almost transparent, your dark areola visible in the centre of a small transparent patch concentrated around your nipple. I repeat the same service on your other breast, my hand now squeezing and pulling on your breast and nipple through the damp material as your noises grow slightly from having both breasts pleasured simultaneously.
Slowly I kiss down your body, moving away from your breasts. Your camisole top has hiked up and exposes you completely from your bellybutton down. My kisses moving from silk to skin as my mouth drifts slowly south.
The last time we made love you had a small pubic patch above your pussy, wispy blonde hairs with a life of their own, curly and on the edge of being wild. Today you have a small strip of hair, trimmed and short only a centimetre wide directly above your pussy, the rest of your skin is soft and smooth. My kisses and tongue glide across your smooth skin tasting you slowly, moving ever closer to your waiting pussy.
As my lips touch your lower belly you push your knees wider apart urging me to touch you, to lick you, to satisfy your burning desire. My kisses move to your inner thigh, my nose pressing your skin and your trimmed pubes and you gasp as the slightest contact with your lips is made.
I don't know how long you have been waiting for me but you are already wet, a shimmer of moisture coating your lips and a definite sheen just above and below your pussy. My guess is you have been touching yourself as you waited, teasing yourself, getting yourself hot but not off as you waited.
The sweet smell of your juices a reminder of our last time together, two hours of bliss, exploring each other's bodies, fucking, kissing and fucking some more.
Our last time was during an extended lunch break, and while there was no rush we both knew that time was going to be limited. Now as you lay half naked on the bed we both know there is no clock, no time limit and absolutely no need to rush.
