The White Subaru pulled up beside him. He quickly got out of his car and opened the passenger door of the Ford SUV. He took the overnight bag from Anya and tossed on the back seat with his own as she got into the passenger seat and put on the seatbelt. Rushing round he jumped into the drivers seat and put the car into gear. He glanced over at his passenger.
She was dressed in jeans and a soft cashmere sweater which hung loosely but not loosely enough to disguise the lovely breasts and erect nipples beneath the fabric. High heeled sued ankle boots completed her outfit.
"I can't believe we're doing this," he said as he eased the car into the flow of traffic.
"Me neither, I thought my stupid husband would never leave for his stupid golf tournament."
They had been planning this getaway for weeks, Foster's club was having a prize night and he had rang up one day out of the blue and invited Anya to go with him as his date. They had known each other for years, going to various functions with their respective partners, they had flirted with one another. Now they were going to take the flirting to the next level.
"I've got the room all arranged, it's a queen size room overlooking the park."
"You don't really think you're going to get much time to look at the view do you?"
Anya asked as she leaned over to rub his thigh through his jeans. "I intend to make the most of this getaway. I hope you don't want to spend too long at this prize night," her hand moved up to stroke his cock, "I'd like to be leaving early so I can put this cock of yours to good use."
"Sounds like a plan, we can leave just after the presentation and get down to some serious fucking and sucking!"
Anya gave his now hard cock a gentle squeeze. "Hmmm, cant wait." She took her hand away saying "now, concentrate on getting us there in one piece please, and pay attention to the road, not my tits."
Forty minutes later they arrived at the hotel. They checked in and headed for the room. Foster followed Anya to the room marvelling at the way her tight buns filled out her jeans, he gave her ass a quick squeeze as they ascended the stairs. She giggled and slapped his hand away.
"Save it for when we get in the room baby, these stairs are so steep I can barely negotiate them in these heels without your distractions."
"OK sweet heart, but I can't wait to get you in my arms and cop a feel of those cute buns."
They let themselves into the room and dropped their overnight bags. Immediately they were in each others arms, their lips locked in a sensuous kiss, his hands, as promised holding her buns pulling her against the erection that was forming under his jeans. Finally they broke their lip lock and looked around them. The suite in this old hotel had been sumptuously refurbished, a king sized bed took centre place in the room furnished with a thick doona and plenty of overstuffed pillows.
A small bar in a wall unit corner held an even smaller fridge. A bottle of vintage cham¬pagne, beaded with moisture, waited in an ice bucket. Two champagne flutes were the other items on a silver tray.
Walking through a door to the bathroom they found a deep spa bath, a selection small bottles of spa soaps and oils were arranged on the bathroom sink top. To top the scene off two fluffy bath sheets were placed over the bath edge and two thick bath robes hung on hooks.
"Wow! A spa, I know where I'm going to be after this stuffy presentation of yours," Anya stated.
"Sounds good to me, then we can move to the bed for some real fun!" Foster replied.
"Oh I intend for the fun to start way before we get to the bed, I'm looking forward to some good clean fun in this spa bath."
"Promises, promises" Foster replied pulling Anya into his arms once more. She melted against him, in her three inch heels they were at a perfect level for kissing. Their lips met, tongues touching in a teasing dance.
"Promises that I intend to keep lover," she said as their lips parted. She reached between them and squeezed his cock through his jeans. Once I get you back to this room this cock is mine till morning!" She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, "I'm going to suck it, and fuck it and use it to pleasure every hole in my body!"
His cock twitched as she said this, he groaned, held her closer. "Let's skip the prize night and get started straight away!"
"Now baby, patience is a virtue, you know you need to put in an appearance at this thing," she stated. "Lets put the champagne in the fridge for later, you can buy me a coffee at that nice waterfront café we saw, by that time it will be time to get changed and head for the club for the presentation." All this time she had her hand on his cock, now she released it and took his hand leading him out.
On the way past he put the champagne in the fridge to keep it chilled for later. "Sipping chilled champagne in a spa with a beautiful woman beside me... now that's something to look forward to!" he said pocketing the key to the room.
"You say the nicest things darling." She laughed "But you're going to be doing a lot more than sipping champagne later!"
They enjoyed a coffee at a beachside cafe, while watching the last rays of the sun glint on the masts of the yachts in the harbour, after which they headed back to the room to shower and change for the prize night.
Anya took first turn in the shower, alone. "If I let you in there with me we'll never get to this thing tonight." She reasoned. "Besides, I need some room to shave my legs and take a couple of prickly hairs off my cunny." She came out of the bathroom wearing one of the cozy bath robes and a towel around her hair.
"Your turn, I hope you are going to shave too, it was a bit prickly when we kissed before and I don't want to get beard rash later."
"I sure am," he replied, "I've got a new razor and some special gel, when I kiss you again you won't want to stop!" Saying that, he headed for the bathroom.
Ten minutes later he came out and stood stunned at the sight before him. Anya was drying her hair in front of the full length mirror, she was wearing a leopard print bra and panty set, garter belt and flesh coloured stockings. Three inch heeled snake skin pumps accentuated her lovely legs, he noted that the panties were on over the top of the garter belt so she could take them off without disturbing the stockings.
