Turning off I17 onto the road to Oak Creek, I spotted the renowned red rock buttes and cliffs to the west. The two lane asphalt road weaved up, down, and around low hills. Each time the road dipped into a low spot, the red hills disappeared, only to rise again, more majestic with each cycle of drop and climb of the road.
I reached for the half liter bottle of Sprite and gulped down a couple of swallows. I had promised Karen I would show up definitely not in a state of thirst. Back where I17 passed the Canyon Point Rest Area, I considered pulling off to answer nature's call, but a promise is a promise, so despite the urge I zoomed by the rest stop and pressed on for Sedona.
I pulled into a Circle-K a block before the Bell Rock Inn and checked my watch. Happily, the traffic had been smooth and I was ahead of my schedule, though barely so. As anxious as I was to see Karen, I hoped she wasn't early. I needed a few minutes to prepare my surprise before she arrived. I had brought a couple bottles of wine with me and now my last stop before the Inn would let me pick up several six packs of Corona. I placed them in the empty space in the ice chest on the back seat and smiled when I again saw the limes, the strawberries, and the can of Reddi-Whip. I then looked over at the plastic bag next to the cooler and smiled again, thinking how delighted and surprised Karen would be.
After registering and getting my room key, I unloaded the truck and quickly went to work preparing the surprise. All that was needed now was for Karen to call my cell phone when she reached the Inn. As I waited I fought the urge to use the toilet, and in fact I popped the cap off a Corona and added to my "problem."
A few minutes later, the phone chirped and as I grabbed it and held it to my ear, I went to the window and peered between the curtains into the parking lot.
"Hey, babe," I spoke into the phone.
"Ooh, hon, this country is beautiful," you replied. "Are you here at the motel yet?"
"Yep. Can you see that dark green Chevy truck with the matching shell?" I asked.
"I see it. Is that by your room?
"Right in front of it, number 127. So what are you waiting for? I laughed.
"Let me get my things and I'll be right there."
"You need some help?"
"Nope. Just a small overnight bag, my purse......and me."
I opened the door and stood in the entry, looking along the line of cars, and finally spotted her getting out of her rental car. She spotted me and flashed me a bright smile. When she reached the door, I took her bag and her hand and led her into the room. We closed the door and she leaned back against it, and without another word our lips met in a kiss so long and deep it would have been obvious to anyone else that we hadn't seen each other for some time.
Her tongue was an instant quicker than mine and was exploring my mouth and letting me suck gently on it. Our arms wrapped about each other and moved all over as if we were both trying to dispel any thought that this was a dream, and was, in fact, at last real.
Very slowly, as if to tease, she drew her tongue back between her lips, as if inviting mine to follow. I didn't need a written invitation and my tongue slipped between her full lips. Now it was she who was sucking and as we stood there pressed against one another, we went back and forth exploring each others mouth and tasting the hunger we had for each other.
My hands roamed down her back and discovered that beneath the short skirt she wore, there was nothing but warm flesh. I cupped the cheeks of her ass in my hands as our kissing lingered. I had changed into a loose fitting pair of sport shorts and her hands now slid down my back and under the waist band to hold me as I was holding her.
I could feel the heat between her legs as she pressed against me, and I know she felt the hardness that I was starting to form.
We moved to the couch and sat down and we gently touched each other as we made small talk about our drives and the beauty of the Sedona area.
"You must be thirsty," I winked, "How about a cold Corona?"
"I'd love one, and not just because I'm thirsty," she laughed in reply.
I opened a bottle for each of us, squeezing the obligatory lime slice into the bottles' necks.
Handing her one of them, I clinked mine against it and said, "Cheers, and you must know how glad I am to see you after so long."
"As much as I am to see you, too," she answered.
We sat drinking our beers and bringing each other up to date on the goings on in our lives, and every so often I would reach and touch her cheek or gently stoke her thigh.
She in turn would gently touch her fingers to my forearm of slide them along the length of the mound at the crotch of my shorts.
After about ten minutes she stretched and said with a wink, "Well I'm ready to hop in the shower. Anyone care to join me?"
She stood and began removing her clothes, and I looked at my watch and said, "I was going to try and go play 18 holes, but I hate leaving you here all alone, so I guess it just has to be shower time."
With that I rose, yanked my shirt up and over my head and tossed it on the couch. With one swift move I slid my shorts down to my ankles and kicked free of them.
"Last one in has to give head," I called and ran into the bathroom.
As I started the water in the shower, she appeared in the door, naked as I was, and said, "You didn't really have to run in here you know. Once you said the last one in had to give head, I would have crawled if I had to just to be last."
"Aha," I replied. "Let me rephrase it then, last one AND first one in have to give head."