Sequel to my earlier story 'Two-Hour Layover.'
Jess peeked over the newspaper in her hands for the umpteenth time, wondering just how much longer she should wait in the lobby before giving up and admitting that he wasn't going to make it this time. But he had assured her that he would be at the hotel, even after several schedule changes on both their parts had more than once made things look doubtful. But they hadn't been able to talk all week and she was now falling victim to her insecurities again.
Fifteen more minutes, she promised herself. If he wasn't there by then he wouldn't be there. Maybe she could still make the late afternoon symposium on accounting advances for the 21
st
century instead of sitting in her room feeling sorry for herself. Not that she gave a damn about accounting software. The only thing she wanted this afternoon, had wanted all week in fact, was to finally finish off what she and Marc had started in his back seat five months ago. This time she didn't want it to be his hand against her jeans that got her off, but his cock buried to the hilt in her velvet glove.
She returned her attention to the paper in her hands, rereading the same article on global warming that she had been attempting to read for the last twenty minutes. Unfortunately every time she got to the term 'surface heat' all she could think of the temperature build up between two naked bodies as they danced the horizontal mambo. A small smile danced across Jessica's mouth as she wondered what irreparable damage she and Marc would do to the earth's ecosystem today when their passion set the sheets on fire.
Her eyes wandered back toward the doorway again. This time, though, Marc stood just inside the entrance, allowing his eyes a moment to adjust to the indoors. She tossed the paper on the table in front of her and practically jumped from her seat in her eagerness to get to him.
'So much for being cool and composed,'
Jess thought wryly. But today wasn't about being composed. Today was about making her wildest fantasies come true.
Unlike the airport, Marc spotted her instantly this time, smiling in welcome as they met each other in the middle of the lobby. Also unlike their first meeting Jessica didn't hesitate to drop a kiss filled with promise on his mouth. No need to be shy with the same man she had known rather intimately her last visit here. "Hi there." She said with a sultry smile.
"It's good to see you." Marc's hand was warm on her lower back and he dropped another brief kiss on her mouth. "You look great." His eye traveled over her body appreciatively.
Under his scrutiny her nipples strained against the soft fabric of the dress. "You are staying, aren't you?" Jessica asked, her hand sliding up his arm.
His smile faltered and Jess felt her heart sink. "Not as long as I had originally planned." Marc admitted. "My cell phone's not working and I can't get in touch with my wife to let her know I'll be late." His frustration was evident. "I can't quite call from a hotel three miles away, either."
Jessica quashed her disappointment. She knew all along that 'real life' would come before their afternoon together. But she didn't have to like it. "Do you at least have time to come upstairs for a bit?"
"Oh yeah. I've got a few hours." He assured her. "Just not as long as I would've liked."
Jess grinned and led him away from the lobby. They could accomplish quite a lot in a few hours. "I think we'll manage." She said confidently, pressing the elevator button and silently commanding it to be waiting on the other side of the closed doors.
Marc smiled wickedly. "Yes. We will."
Surprisingly the doors did as she had wished and they stepped into the small lift. She punched the button to her floor and waited impatiently for the car to begin its ascent. Of course she would have to be on the top floor.
Standing there that close to Marc, Jessica considered giving him a sample of what awaited him in her room, but remembered the security camera mounted in the corner. She had made it through the week anticipating what was about to happen, hadn't she? Certainly two more minutes wouldn't kill her. Hopefully.
Instead they chatted about the weather and other safe topics until she had opened the door and they were finally alone in her room. As soon as the door clicked into place Marc covered her mouth with a soul searing kiss, his tongue probing familiarly. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I have been looking forward to that all week." He said, nibbling a path to the base of her neck.
Jess felt that familiar rush of moisture between her legs and knew that what they were about to do was going to feel incredible. She stepped out of her shoes as she urged him further into the room. They ended up seated on the foot of the king size bed, kissing and caressing with the urgency of long lost lovers.
His hand cupped one of her breasts and she felt his mouth smile against hers. He pulled back slightly and lifted the collar of her dress to confirm that she was as bra-less as she felt. "That's nice." Marc said approvingly. "Very nice."
"That's not all." Jess was sitting next to him with her legs on either side of him, getting close in any and every way possible. She took the hand from her breast and led it under her skirt to her very wet, very naked pussy.
Marc moaned and covered her mouth again, his tongue sliding against hers intimately as he sunk a finger into her juicy cunt. His thumb expertly caressed her clit while he slowly fucked her slippery sheath, curling up into her and finding her g-spot with unerring accuracy. It wasn't long before Jessica was digging her heels into the bed and arching up to meet his hand, moaning into his mouth as her first orgasm swiftly ripped through her.
"Oh damn! That felt
good
." Slowly she lowered herself back onto the bed, her thigh brushing against his straining hard-on. Her hand slid between them, caressing his length through his trousers. "Speaking of things that feel good..."
"Yes. That does feel good." He agreed his eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure of her caress.
"I'm thinking we're a little over-dressed here." Her fingers moved up to the buttons on his shirt. "May I?"