Jonathan stood with a foot on the bar rail sipping at his drink. This was his first visit to the Canadian Capital, and he was dreading it already!
That very morning it was forty Degrees Celsius when he boarded his flight, yet upon landing here it was cold, windy, raining and thirteen. He also found all the French they spoke most confusing, lastly to top it off his hotel lost his reservation, leaving him to scramble to find a room the night before the conference.
He took another sip from his drink, as he surveyed the bar, although he didn't have romance on his mind it didn't hurt to look. He could see that each table held two or three people chattering, with no single people he could strike up a conversation with.
In his thirty-eight years he had gotten used to sleeping alone, it appeared that tonight would be no different. Sighing, he finished his drink and turned around to order another.
"Excusez moi monsieur." A voice said after bumping into him.
Jonathan glanced over to see who had jostled him, and noticed an average height woman, with short black hair cut in a bob.
She wore a wet trench coat open, underneath which was a black evening dress cut very low in the font. Her white pearl necklace, and matching earrings especially caught his eye. Her lips were painted red, and when she looked at him with her dark brown eyes Jonathan realized that she was waiting for a response.
"Uh... Bonjour?" Jonathan mumbled as best he could.
"Vous ne parlez pas français, vous?" She replied again in french.
"Um... Bon..." He tried to say as she cut him off.
"I take it you don't speak French?" She said in perfect English.
"No, not really... well, I can say one phrase." He said with a smile.
"Let's hear it." She replied grinning back at him.
"Je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher de remarquer votre sourire de l'autre côté de la pièce." Jonathan recited from memory.
"Very impressive." She replied with a smile, "Your accent isn't too bad."
"Thanks, I figured that I should learn some French for my visit here." He said laughing.
She joined in the laughter, and put a hand on his arm, her nails were of modest length, and painted red. While looking at her nails, Jonathan noticed the large diamond, along with matching gold bands on her ring finger as she pulled her hand away.
"I honestly thought you were Haitian? But now I'm not sure." She said.
"Bahamas." Jonathan said, "My father is a true Scotsman, I have his hair, and my mother's eyes."
She squinted at him, and in the low light she finally noticed his red-ish hair, and pale blue eyes. Jonathan took that moment to steal a glance down the top of her dress, at her cleavage in particular. Her breasts were large and rounded, he needed to take a deep breath to prevent from falling in.
"So what brings you here?" She asked, as she put her hand minus the rings back on his arm.
"I'm here to..." He said before she interrupted him again.
"Forget that question, let's talk about something aside from work... and family." She said, abruptly.
Jonathan looked her in the eyes while she said that, and he noticed the redness for the first time.
"Let me introduce myself before I go on, my name is Jonathan McIntyre." He said holding out his hand.
"I'm pleased to meet you Jonathan," She said taking his large hand in hers to shake, "I'm Vicki Senechal."
They found an empty table to sit at and ordered a bottle of white wine to share. Vicki removed her wet trench coat, and Jonathan tried his best not to leer at her chest without success as she sat down.
The two of them spent the next hour talking about lifestyles in their respective nations. Jonathan explained the finer points of stealing mango's from a neighbours tree; and diving for tourist coins. While Vicki regaled him with tales of how to ice fish, and skating on the canal.
While they sat and laughed, Jonathan noticed that she touched him almost constantly. First it was a hand on an arm, later a touch on the cheek, and even at one point, she touched his copper coloured hair, saying the it was both 'unusual and amazing'.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Startled they both looked around to find the source of the loud noise, finally discovering that Jonathan's phone battery was dying.
"I need to plug this in my room, I'm on call this evening, would you like to finish this bottle upstairs?" he asked with a puppy dog look in his eyes.
"Yes I'd love to." She replied, giving his knee a squeeze.
Once in the elevator, all pretence of conversation was forgotten, the two of them embraced quickly, kissing like newlyweds. Vicki hands went straight to Jonathan's stomach, and then to the bulge in his trousers.
"Oh my!" She gasped. "My hus.. um... I've never felt one that large."
Jonathan pretended not to hear that as he squeezed her ass cheeks, and grunted an affirmative.
"Make me your slut tonight! Make me your whore!" She whispered into his ear. "Make me feel dirty!"
Smelling the sweet combination of sweat, and perfume on her body as he replied simply, "I will."
They kissed deeply after that, her hand tracing the outline his hardness. Jonathan mentally committed to making her hardcore wish come true.
He spun her around, and reached under her dress, as she made a curious sound. Soon however, she realized what his intention was. He grabbed her frilly panties and pulled them down. She stepped one high heeled foot at a time out of them, when the elevator buzzed.
They both moved apart in time for an elderly couple to step into the elevator, Jonathan quickly tucked her underwear into his pocket, trying his hardest to look innocent.
Vicki elbowed him and pointed, indicating they were still on the first floor. While they kissed and made out moments before, the elevator was completely stationary, without a button being pushed. They giggled quietly while the elderly couple muttered.
With everyone facing the elevator door, Jonathan began to tease Vicki. First it was a hand squeezing her hip, which then slid to her ass. She nudged him again indicating he should stop, but with a giggle from her, he decided to go further.
He reached under her dress from behind, which made her giggle louder, the elderly couple grunted in disgust. They must have sensed what was happening.
Like a spider walking across its web, Jonathan moved his hand between her legs. She resisted and kept her thighs together. Unsure of how to tell him 'not now', she tried a shush, and they both laughed.
When Jonathan refused to back down, Vicki finally parted her legs with a guffaw. He pushed further than she intended to allow him, laughing once again. He felt the outside of her vagina, and was impressed with how well shaved she was, as if she planned to have a night of fun in advance.
Parting her lips Jonathan bathed his middle finger in her wetness; Vicki purred as he made small circles on her clitoris.
She tried to hold back her rising orgasm without success, and started to panic, unsure of how to express herself. First she moaned, then covered her mouth; finally she gave up! She laughed as loud and as powerfully as her orgasm felt.
Jonathan continued his small circles, trying to make it multi-orgasm, however he too worried what would happen if the old people suspected what was happening. He didn't want to be kicked out of the hotel, or worse yet, arrested.
He did what he felt was natural, he too began to laugh, and in moments the elderly couple were infected, and chuckled as well.
DING!
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened.
The elderly couple looked back and the old man spoke. "Meine Frau liebt es, auch mit schwarzen Männern Sex zu haben. Habe Spaß!"
The four of them shared a laugh, and with a wink from the older lady they left. Before the doors closed, four more people stepped in. Jonathan reluctantly pulled his fingers from Vicki when a lack of space prevent him from doing more.
"What did that mean?" Vicki asked.
"I think it's German." Jonathan said.
"I know that!" Vicki said, with a slap to his arm.
The four people appeared to be two couples in their forties, and they were doing their best to ignore them.
"Scharwz means black, I think." Jonathan whispered.
"Oh..." Vicki replied with a wink.
The elevator seemed to be going very slow; in the silence of the elevator, Jonathan sought to reignite the passion of a few moments ago. He discreetly brought his finger to his nose, and inhaled softly.
"Ah!" He said as if he smelt a fine wine.
"Why you perverted son of a..." Vicki whispered harshly as she elbowed Jonathan.
The other occupants in the elevator stared at the increasing floor numbers, hoping that the next stop was theirs. In the cramped space Jonathan tried to unsuccessfully tickle Vicki.
"Stop it!" She hissed between giggles.
Again she elbowed Jonathan; he decided to take things up a notch, he reached behind her, and unlatched her brassiere.
"Ah!" Vicki cried out loudly, and then softly when someone cleared their throat.
Jonathan chuckled as he watched Vicki move her arm forward with the trench coat first to hold her unhinged breasts, then to cover up, when that didn't work.
"You're a real piece of work!" Vicki whispered, as she tried in vain to re-hook herself with her free hand.
DING!
The elevator door swung open at Jonathan's floor. With several very polite 'excuse me's' they were able to pass through the group in front of them.
Jonathan could have sworn that someone grabbed at his ass, he assumed by the smile that one of the ladies shot him that it had to have been her.
As the doors closed Jonathan heard of the men say, "That red-head N-."
He assumed that it was 'nuisance' that was the last word.
Jonathan grabbed Vicki's coat, and turned to run; he however caught a glimpse of her brown coloured nipple, and stopped in his tracks.
"You're a real scamp!" Vicki said, trying to snatch her coat back, and then stopping to hold her breasts from slipping out of her dress.
That was all the time Jonathan needed; he dashed down the hallway, his long powerful legs propelling him away from Vicki in a few strides.
"Get back here!" She screamed.
Vicki began laughing as she used a hand to hold up the front of her dress. She tried in vain to catch Jonathan as quickly as her heels would allow.
Jonathan turned back and said, "You better hurry, my door is over here!"
