Ella rolled over, looked at her clock and was horrified to see it was past noon already. She had wanted to spend the day with Martin - "must have had more red wine than I thought". She quickly reached for her phone to message Martin -- too late, he already had sent him some messages. Nothing too demanding, just letting her know he was up and about, and if she fancied getting together for a coffee or something later then message him. A wicked smile swept across her face. Oh yes, Ella definitely wanted the "or something".
She messaged him and set a time to come over at 3pm. That would give her enough time to get showered, grab a bite to eat, and figure out what she was going to wear. It shouldn't be too revealing but it should be taunting Martin enough that it would create nether region problems for him. She loved being in control.
Martin was reading on top of the rooftop hotel when he saw the message. "3pm huh?". While it seemed an eternity away, it would also afford him the luxury of freshening up with a shower, trimming his cock, just in-case it went that far. Better trimmed than sorry - he said out loud.
He was out at the front of the hotel in plenty of time, awaiting for Ella to drive in. Message bleeped "need 30 more minutes". Martin looked at his phone in disbelief, his agonizing wait would have to continue. He settled into his phone, throwing on a podcast to kill the time until he read the "at your lights" beacon flash up.
Ella pulled up, Martin jumped in the car. She was wearing jeans, with a tight crop-top, exposing her belly, with ample bosom bursting out the top, showing at least a few inches of cleavage. With red lipstick, Martin was already feeling the rush of blood to below his belt. Ella sped off, and put her hand on his thigh, "sorry for being late - hope you don't mind?".
Martin, veined anger, "since you are wearing such a great top, I am going to let it go this time". She giggled, and grabbed his thigh in response. Her hand was high up on his thigh, and by some bizarre coincidence the same side to which his growing cock was growing down. Martin's heart raced a little faster when he looked down and could see her hand was so close to feeling his hardness through his pants.
Ella knew she was creating problems for Martin - as she took a peek leg and could see the bulge - she was so wanting to move her hand up ever so slightly to grab his cock. They came to their roundabout, and Ella, not missing a beat, cut Martin off from talking, by thrusting her tongue down his throat, wrapping her tongue in his. Martin, while still surprised, this time reached and put his arm around her torso, while aching to feeling her breasts in his hand, he didn't want to do that in the middle of a road junction, but he subtly moved his arm up so it took the weight of her breasts lifting them up a little. This caused a small reaction from Ella, who continued to probe Martin's mouth with little moans.
The lights at the roundabout went green, and they were off again - as if nothing had just happened. Ella steered them to a nice little cafe she frequented. Parking was a pain, but seeing her determination and boldness only served to turn Martin on further, as she squeezed her car between an impossible space. The cafe was straight out of a Harry Potter movie, walls adorned with old books, with big old chairs that sucked you.
They ordered drinks and conversation was energetic with a heavy dose of physical flirtation, as legs and arms were touched. They sat on a loveseat (2 seater sofa), each with one leg up as they faced one another. Martin admired Ella's legs, and with the angle he had a wonderful view to take in the shape of her breasts. He so ached to reach out and touch them.
Martin noted how the cafe reminded him of a place in Edinburgh (Scotland), and Ella was curious to learn more. They talked more and he noted that Ella had to see the movie "Sunshine on Leith" which was all around Edinburgh, and she would see how it all looked. Ella agreed and said yes she would love that - daring a suggestion, Martin said "we could watch it in my hotel room?". Ella without hesitation said "lets go".
They drove back quickly - hands on each other's thighs, as if both knew what was coming next. The roundabout kisses were even more intense, there was a lot of heavy breathing, and Martin was convinced Ella's breasts got a little bit bigger. He so wanted to see what lurked underneath.
They swung into the hotel, tossed the keys to the hotel valet, and casually walked through the lobby so as to not draw attention to either of their hearts racing and nervousness. Getting to the room, they walked in, and Ella asked to go to the toilet - which afforded time for Martin to set up his laptop and get the movie queued up.
"We good to go?" asked Ella as she emerged from the bathroom, glowing in a way that Martin could not put his finger on. They sat on the bed, fully clothed as the movie started on the hotel TV. Like two teenagers not sure what to do, each pretended to be intensely focused on the movie.
Ella was the first to make a move,as she cuddled up into Martin. Her body was completely pressed against his, and he could feel not only the heat from her, but take in the full scent her hair was giving off. His body betrayed him, creating an erection that he thought he was going to burst. Ella moved her leg up as she worked herself in closer, pressing her thigh squarely on top of Martin's erect cock. She moaned in recognition of the touch.
Martin didn't know what to do. His cock was trapped under the weight of her leg, and as she gently moved it around. He started to caress her arm, and then stroking her hair. This went on for a little while, until Ella pulled her head back, looked deep into Martin's eyes, and then with one slow motion, while holding his gave came up to kiss him deeply.
This was no roundabout kiss thought Martin, as his arms wrapped around Ella's pulling her in tightly as their lips and tongues locked with one another. They held each other so tightly as their mouths explored each other, every so often, Martin broke free and ran his tongue up and down Ella's neck, which produced audible moans as she threw her head back to give him more access.
