Tim and Sahara ran all the way to the hotel, hand in hand. As they reached the overhang they slowed their pace, hands still entwined, ducking from the row of lights illuminating their disheveled appearance from above. Tim nodded to the bellboy standing in front of the door as Sahara ducked her head, sure that one look in the man's face would reveal their illicit fling of just moments before. She was vaguely aware of what was going on around her-the feel of the heating lamps just before they entered the vast lobby of the hotel, the swish of people around them, the low murmur of voices. It all blurred together as she held Tim's hand, the warmth of his fingers in hers anchoring her to reality. She couldn't believe she'd followed him to this place. As she felt the doubts settling back in, she felt the delicious shiver of a stray drop of pussy juice slide down the inside of her thigh. Taking a deep, involuntary breath she pushed herself forward in spite of the sudden weakness in her knees, the driving need to feel Tim inside her again pushing away any lasting reservations she may have.
They'd rode the elevator in silence, still connected by their hands, though they refused to look one another in the face. Acknowledging what had happened would break the spell, and the night was still young. Tim finally released Sahara's hand to open the door to his room, allowing her to walk inside first. Sahara heard the door click softly behind her as she stood in the middle of the room, overwhelmed by the oppulence before her. The king-sized bed took up a sizeable portion of the wall to her left, flanked by a large full length mirror hanging on the wall across from it. She wondered briefly if they'd get much use out of it. She held her breath as she heard Tim take a few tentative steps in her direction. She began to worry she couldn't do any more. Why had she come?
"Is there anything I can get for you?" Tim asked. "I can order room service-"
"It's okay," Sahara replied, cutting him off. She turned to face him, barely able to meet his eyes as scenes from the alley flashed in her mind. "I just need to use the bathroom. My hair is a mess from the rain-I'm afraid it's going to be impossible to do anything with it now-"
"You look beautiful to me."
"Thanks," she said, a surprised smile lighting her face.
"No problem. The bathroom is right in there. Take your time." Sahara nodded, making her way into the bathroom, self-consciously touching her hair as she went. Once safely inside, Sahara was once again overwhelmed by the beauty of the room. Besides the counter which held two sinks, there was also a large sunken tub set up on a small platform, and a shower stall set off by itself. Unable to help herself, she glanced quickly out the door to check on Tim. Finding him sprawled across the bed asleep, she quickly closed the door, throwing off her wet clothes and turning on the shower, stepping beneath the strong, tepid water and letting it flow over her, washing her clean.
As she soaped herself up, Sahara felt her mind drifting back to the alley, the water crashing around her reminding her of the rain pounding Michigan Avenue as Tim pounded her from behind. Groaning, she slid a hand between her thighs, rinsing herself off enough so no soap got inside as she slid a finger along her clit. The water slipped in, joining the wetness already there. She leaned against the clear shower doors, opening her legs slightly as she imagined Tim was between them once again, on his knees, tasting and sucking her clit, sliding his tongue deep inside her and lapping up her wetness like a cat with milk. "Mmmm...." she moaned, her hips working against her hand, increasing the friction and motion of her hand up and down, up and down. She could feel the blood rushing to her pussy, the lips swelling with arousal.
Sahara propped a leg against the wall of the shower in front of her, using one hand to hold onto the wall to her right. Her left hand reached blindly for the shower head, detaching it from its holder above her as she drew it to her throbbing wet pussy. The water tickled her clit, sending a delicious shiver through her as she pretended the lick of the drops hitting her most sensitive area was Tim's tongue once again. Switching the stream of water to pulse, Sahara felt her knees buckle at the gentle vibrations hitting her clit, giving her so much pleasure she almost couldn't bear to continue. She clamped her thighs together around the shower head, holding it in place as the water continued to pound into her, driving her closer and closer to a climax.
As she got closer, she moved one hand to her breasts, kneading them hard and squeezing her nipples, the slight pain sending her over the edge. Crying out, she felt her orgasm rip through her, her eyes flying open in time to see Tim watching her on the other side of the slightly steamed shower door. She watched as he stood there, still in his wet clothes, his face still but filled with desire as he watched her cum over and over. The more he watched, the more aroused she became, and it seemed as though her orgasm would never end. His eyes on her just egged her on more, until with one last thrust, she was finally done. She collapsed forward, her knees shaking as she groped for the faucet, finally shutting the water off and sliding to the floor of the shower, completely spent and totally satisfied. When she'd finally caught her breath and looked up again, Tim was gone. Taking one last breath, she fell back against the tile, waiting for her body to recover so she could get to her feet again without fear of falling back down.
Tim lay on the bed in the next room, spent after watching Sahara in the shower. He'd run to the toilet, cumming into it as he could hear her climaxing behind him, so far into her own orgasm she didn't notice him. He'd collected himself before she could see him, going back into the room and collapsing across the bed, waiting for her to come back out so they could finish what they'd started earlier. Unfortunately, he was so wiped out by his own orgasm, he soon fell asleep where he lay, fully clothed on the bed. He awoke later to find Sahara asleep beside him, cradled in a white fluffy hotel robe. He stirred slowly, turning to watch her sleep, her deep brown skin standing out in stark contrast to the bleached white of the robe. Her hair lay fanned out on the pillow under her head, and he watched as she took deep, slow breaths, her chest rising and falling with each one. Her robe was open slightly and he swallowed hard against the delicious peak of breast visible, the dark nipple hard despite the warmth of the room. She looked so peaceful, she made him feel at peace for the first time in a long time. The time he'd spent with her thus far had made him forget about the loss of his grandfather. He wasn't sure yet where things were going between them, but he knew he was glad he'd taken the chance and shown up at the café again. Stripping down to his boxer briefs, he slid under the thick warm hotel comforter and pulled Sahara in close, sliding back into sleep as he held her, the warmth of her body easing him into a peace he thought he'd never feel again.
Tim awoke later to find Sahara no longer in his arms. As he slowly pulled himself upright, he found her sitting at the small dining table in the room watching him. He rubbed his eyes, still trying to wake up, happy she was still there as he found his penis suddenly springing to attention as was the custom every morning.
"Hey there sleepyhead" Sahara said, smiling at him. "I was about to order breakfast but I wasn't sure if it was okay-"
"Of course it's okay. Order whatever you want."
"Great, why don't you take a shower, and I'll order the food. Anything you want in particular?"
Tim pushed himself out of the bed and made his way over to her, pulling her to her feet and holding her close to him, gripping her generous ass through the thickness of the robe.
"There is one thing," he said, kissing her deeply. "But I think we'd better eat first to get our strength back up." He kissed her again, sliding this tongue along the length of hers as they kissed, enjoying the wetness of her tongue against his and getting lost in her kiss again, the sweetness of her mouth once again driving away his grief. He felt a tug in his boxer briefs and forced himself to pull away.
