On the way to the car, Stephanie couldn't keep her hands off of Dylan. She had started by holding his hand, but by the time they reached the car, her hand was in his coat and between the buttons of his shirt while her other hand was suggestively, and discretely, rubbing the front of his trousers.
"Down girl," Dylan said playfully, lifting her chin for a kiss. Her mouth was sweet from the cheesecake and wine, and he groaned, his cock stiffening.
"Oh, I should say the same thing," Stephanie retorted, pressing her palm against his cock. "How far are we from the hotel?"
"If I don't get lost," he said, opening the passenger door for her, "We should be back in about 20 minutes."
"That's too long," Stephanie pouted when Dylan got into the drivers side. Just as quickly, she grinned and reached with her left hand and began to massage his dick.
"Whoa," he responded, trying to swat her away playfully. "Not sure that is a good idea."
"Hmm, it's a very good idea." She unzipped his pants and Dylan grunted.
"Good God," He seethed.
She continued, playing with the soft skin of his penis, feeling it tighten and lengthen in her hand. He had stopped trying to push her away, so she figured he had given up. He was concentrating on driving, but the sporadic weaves were a sign that his mind wasn't fully on driving.
She pulled his shaft from between the zipper and she slid her thumb over the tip, feeling the sticky precome. He took a sharp intake of breath, and she smiled in the dark. She jacked him slowly and deliberately, pinching the tip on the upstroke. On the down stroke she reached with her pinky and ring finger to grab his balls, tightening his cock.
When Dylan had to stop at a red light he turned to her. "I think you are trying to kill us," he said, tracing her mouth with his finger. She pursed her lips and then drew the finger in, sucking gently. Dylan moaned louder and his cock seemed to become harder.
"The lights green," Stephanie said, a smile in her eyes. "You should go."
He stepped on the gas and took off. The hotel seemed so far away, but only about another 10 blocks. He was having trouble reading the street signs and almost hit a parked car when her felt her warm wet mouth encircle his shaft. She paused for a moment, only moving her tongue around the tip, but then lowered even further to take all of him in.
When Dylan managed to park without incident, he turned off the car and leaned his head back on the headrest, closing his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Stephanie on his prick. Her mouth was warm and delicious, stroking him slowly and without hurry.
"Should we, you know, take this inside?" Dylan finally managed to ask. He heard a low groan from his lap as he stroked her hair. She didn't slow at his suggestion, so he asked again. He felt her sigh, and finally lift her head. "I suppose we should go up," she said.
Taking a deep breath, Dylan stuffed his hard cock back into his pants, and he sipped the fly. He untucked his shirt to help hide the tent it made, and hoped that no one would notice. He looked at Stephanie who was wiping her mouth, and he noticed that her lipstick was smudged across her mouth.
"You've got some..." He didn't finish, but rather reached over to wipe away the red stain slightly above her lip and then again on the lower part of her chin.
"Thanks," she said, flipping up the visor mirror and smiling. "Are we ready?"
"More than you know," Dylan responded, opening the car door. She followed, slightly unsteady, as they walked into the hotel. Stephanie tried to stay small, in hopes that no one there would recognize her. They walked to the elevator without mishap, and the moment the bell dinged, Dylan had pressed himself to her against the wall.
"You are so incredible," he said, nuzzling her neck, feeling the soft skin give way to his mouth. Her hands were roaming through his hair and down his back. The bell dinged again, and growling, Dylan pulled away, but not letting go of Stephanie's hand.
She followed, giggling from the wine and dizzy from his kisses. She pressed against him as he tried 3 times to get the door open with the plastic card. Finally the little green light came on and the door clicked open. They were finally in.
Before the door even closed, Stephanie propelled herself onto Dylan, wrapping her legs around his waist, her short black skirt hiked up to her waist. His hands found their way to her ass, easily supporting her. Around her back and over her ass, he slid her silk panties down, gripping bare skin. She moaned against him.
"Take me, please!" Stephanie begged, squirming at his touch. While he held her she tried taking off his tie and undoing several of the small buttons on his shirt. Her hair was wild and falling as Dylan pulled the small pins from her head.
"I'm going to take you, I will," Dylan promised in a husky tone. "But there are a few other things to go over first."
