When we arrive back at our room, I turn to J, "I'm going to get some ice so we can have something cold to drink; I'm thirsty."
"Alright hun, I'm going to hop in the shower."
I grab the ice bucket and head out the door, remembering to take the key so I don't have to leave J unsecured. I look both ways, searching for a sign that will tell me where to get ice. To the left is a poorly-lit hallway and to the right I see more rooms and, more importantly, light. So I decide to go right for the time being. I get to the end of the hallway and turn the corner when my eyes spot the sign for ice and vending machines...with the arrow pointing back the way I came. 'Oh great,' I think.
Sighing, I turn and trudge back the other way, squinting my eyes to try and make anything out at the other end of the hallway to which I am now headed. I have no luck. I pass my room, still squinting in the hopes that my eyes will pick up something in the dimness. I stop at the threshold of darkness and take a deep breath, telling myself to stop being a baby and just get the damn ice already!
I take my first steps and stop; nothing is wrong, everything is fine! I was just being silly! I relax, hold the ice bucket loosely by my side, and begin my journey again. As I go deeper into the darkness, I can hear the hum of the machines and eventually I see the dim lights that they are emitting. I position the bucket under the dispenser and press the button. The machine grinds and ice clinks and clunks into the plastic bin.
I become aware of a presence seconds before I feel breath at my ear and a whispered "Shhhh." I move to turn around, but there are hands at my elbows holding me against the machine.
"Wha..?" is all I manage to get out before there are lips on my neck and the voice again, "It's me babe."
I fight the surge of elation and desire rising within me, but I'm not quick enough to prevent the catch in my breath.
"And how the hell do I know that? Why should I trust you?" My voice is tinged with desire and petulance.
"Because," the voice becomes stronger, clearer and the hands change to spin me around.
I gasp as my eyes struggle to make my brain believe that it's really you...standing there in front of me...in a hotel in Chicago. I look at you and you're moving towards me, your hand stealing into my hair to hold my head still for a mind-blowing kiss. I can hear our panting and the juicy sound of our lips moving on each other. Suddenly, I feel a sharp tug and my head is snapped back to give you better access to bite my shoulder (you know, that place where it meets the neck...). My inhale is sharp and the moan that follows is almost a whimper, it feels that powerful.
I reach a hand out to brace myself as you press me harder into the machine. I can feel your throbbing erection and I press my hips back at it; letting you know in no uncertain terms that it is very welcome. Your hands are fondling my breasts as your hips press back harder in response and the machine tips a little ways back to hit the wall and the solid thud when it lands back on 4 feet brings us back to reality...
But not for long...the ice has spilt.
