I awoke slowly on Saturday morning after a restorative sleep. I rolled over in my bed and saw Lana sleeping on her left side soundly just a few inches from me. I wanted to kiss her exposed arm softly as she slept, but I didn't dare wake her. She looked so peaceful and cozy, nestled deep in my thick comforter. I could have watched her sleep all day, but breakfast was in order.
I left a pair of jersey knit pajamas pants and a long sleeved t-shirt on the nightstand. I placed a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste by the "her" side of the his and her sinks in the bathroom before I slipped down into the kitchen.
Lana and I had shared many meals at the office but never breakfast, so I didn't know quite what to make. I decided to cover all bases with pumpkin pancakes topped with whipped cream and pure maple syrup along with scrambled eggs and smoked bacon.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee must have aroused her senses as I heard her stirring upstairs. My confidence shattered as I thought of the possible scenarios that might unfold in just a few moments.
Would she come downstairs in her navy blue dress and boots and make a beeline for the door? Would she see the decadent feast I made for her and feel obligated to choke down a piece of bacon while engaging in awkward smalltalk before escaping?
I immediately regretted the meal I was preparing, predicting that she would not want to stay. The humiliation was welling up in me. My cheeks flushed.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw Lana coming down the stairs in the outfit I left for her.
"Good morning! This looks amazing!"
I could barely find words. She wasn't in the dress. She wasn't heading for the door.
"I wasn't sure what you liked to eat for breakfast, so I have a few options. Hungry?"
"Famished," she answered. "I need coffee, but first...." She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She lingered for a moment before saying again, slowly, "Good morning, Trevor."
"Good morning, Lana." A feeling of elation, unlike anything I have ever felt, bubbled up in me.
We sat at my kitchen table and ate heartily. After we had demolished the pancakes, bacon, and eggs, I took her hand in mine.
"Lana......last night.....I am not sure what to say. It was.....you were....incredible." She smiled, leaned toward me and kissed me over our empty plates.
"I'm glad," she said. "Because we're just getting started."
After breakfast, we settled into the sectional in the great room and watched either "Sleepless in Seattle" or "You've Got Mail." I'm not sure which one it was. I just know that Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks were on the TV screen and Lana was laying next to me on my couch, giggling with each little joke that was made in the film.
As the credits rolled, we decided to take in the beautiful fall foliage by riding up to an inn about an hour away. I had been there on a work trip and Lana had visited there with her parents last fall.
"It's a bit of a drive. We could always stay up there?" I half asked and half suggested.
"I'm game! Let's just stop at my house so I can grab some clothes."
We made a brief stop at Lana's. I waited in the driveway, reliving the events of the last 14 hours in my head. She emerged from the house with an overnight bag. She wore a soft flannel red and white plaid shirt that was a perfect match for her hair and black leggings that accentuated her legs and cute little ass. Brand new leather hiking boots completed the look.
Moments later, we were motoring along winding, picturesque, one lane roads lined with old fences demarcating the countless farms that dotted the countryside. The cerulean sky formed a beautiful canopy for our journey. We continued to get to know each other throughout the drive. The conversation meandered to our encounter last night. She spoke very openly.
"I really wanted that last night. I wanted us--in your bed," she said.
"I don't really have words for it, Lana. It was the best night of my life."
I continued, "But was it everything you wanted? I mean everything?" My wavering self confidence was starting to peek through.
"More," she answered.
I smiled and looked her in the eye. "I have just one more question."
"Ask away!"
"We can do it again, right?"
She burst out laughing. "Trevor, I wanted you last night. I wanted you this morning--though pancakes won out. I want you now. I can't imagine how much more I am going to want you by the time we hit that hotel room. But I can assure you that room has never seen the likes of what I am going to do to you." She raised her eyebrows. I nearly drove off the road.
"Tonight will be fun." I really didn't know how else to respond to what just came from her lips.
"Tonight? I'm talking about as soon as we check in. Tonight will be a whole other story."
We arrived at the inn which was a Victorian style mansion that was expanded and remodeled into a posh weekend getaway for autumn foliage seekers and winter skiers. The lobby was cozy with a huge fireplace surrounded by deep, comfortable couches.
I think it was obvious to the young lady at the counter that Lana and I were eager to get up to our room. I arrived with my credit card and license in hand. Lana's fingers drummed on the varnished oak as the attendant processed my card.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Peters your suite is not quite ready yet. The guest before you had a late check out, and we are still turning the room over."
Our disappointment was palpable.
"I would invite you to have a drink at the bar on us, and then perhaps you can stroll in the park next door? We will have a bottle of complimentary champagne waiting in your room as a token of our gratitude for your patience."
They were accommodating us as much as possible. And though all we wanted was to be alone with each other, we simply smiled and thanked the attendant for the champagne.
We withdrew from the front desk and discussed the afternoon plans. We briefly toyed with the idea of sneaking away for a quickie in the lobby bathroom, but we agreed that we were not public restroom sex types, even in a 5 star inn. Plus, above all else, we wanted time, space and privacy.
We lost ourselves in the park next to the inn. Holding hands, we explored its trails, waterfalls and vistas. We stole a few moments when no one else was around to make out in the woods just off the trail.
We arrived back at the inn at about 6:00 p.m. The restaurant was filling up and though our room had been ready for a couple hours, we were starved. We decided to eat dinner before going up, knowing that we wouldn't be leaving the room for a while once we entered it.
Dinner was superb. We ordered a bottle of Pinot Noir and ate grilled octopus, roasted beet salad, and homemade fettuccine with garlic cream sauce. Dessert was warm banana bread pudding with a caramel sauce that the server drizzled very slowly over the delectable treat below.
We dug into the pudding and in what seemed like an instant, the bowl was clean, partially because it was so delicious, and partially because it was the last thing that stood between us and heading to our room.
"So Trevor, can I ask you something?"
"Anything, Lana."
"I was wondering if you ever heard of something called 'edging'?" Lana asked while licking her spoon clean.
I was dumbfounded. I had never heard of edging, and I didn't even know to what it pertained. I was hoping this was foreshadowing for later in the evening, but I really hadn't the slightest idea. So I confessed my ignorance.
"I don't know what edging is, Lana. But I am curious."
"Well," she said while placing the spoon on the desert plate, "it's a certain technique, let's say, a technique that makes one of the experiences from last night, one that you seemed to enjoy quite a bit, even more amazing." She looked me straight in the eye as her eyebrows raised. A devilish smile appeared on her face. My erection formed briskly.
"Lana, last night was the most incredible night of my life. If you're telling me there's a way to make it even better, I'm all ears!"
"You're going to wish you were all dick in a little while." She motioned to the server to bring our check.
My head was spinning as I wondered what would happen in our room. I could hardly wait. Not knowing about this technique made the anticipation even greater.
We entered the elevator to go to our room and I couldn't restrain myself. I pinned her up against the elevator wall and we kissed passionately. I saw the button to stop the elevator out of the corner of my eye and pressed it. The elevator came to a halt. I pulled at the waist of her leggings as she started to undo my pants. We were going to fuck in the hotel elevator.
Just as she was undoing my fly and her leggings were starting to come down, we heard a voice from the speaker above.
"Good evening! This is the front desk. Everything OK in there?"
I look up at the speaker in the ceiling and then noticed a camera in the far corner. The red light on the camera was on. We were about to give a show to the front desk attendant.
"Yes, we're fine," I answered stepping away from Lana as we put ourselves back together. "I hit the stop button by accident. All good. Thank you."
"No problem at all, Sir. I will start the elevator again for you. Have a wonderful evening!"
The elevator started again and brought us to our floor. We giggled about being caught in the act all the way down the hall to our room.
The room was straight out of an upscale travel magazine. There was a deep leather loveseat in front of a lit fireplace (courtesy of the nightly turndown service). Opposite the fireplace, a perfectly made, king-sized 4 poster bed beckoned us.
For the moment, we seemed to be good up against a wall. The bed would have to wait.
