Janine felt a tingle run through her body as she picked up the card key at the hotel desk. The soft inner lining of her faux fur coat felt so delightful on her skin and just the thought that she was absolutely naked beneath the coat as she walked through the lobby sent a tingle from between her legs up to her stomach. She stepped into the elevator with a man in a nice suit, he stood at the elevator buttons looking her over.
"What floor?" he asked.
"Twelve," she whispered.
"It's a chilly day out," he replied, wanting to talk a bit more.
"Oh I don't know, this coat is quite warm."
"But aren't you roasting in here."
Noticing the man's outer coat carefully folded over his arm she replied, "No, it's quite comfortable."
"What kind of fur is it?"
"Oh this? You know, I'm not really sure. My husband gave it to me, it's not real fur mind you... he's always so politically correct."
The elevator jolted to a quick stop and Janine glanced up at the number glowing above the door: 9. She looked over to the man who held his heart in mock surprise at the elevator's abrupt stop. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Looks like this is my floor. Have a nice evening."
"Thank you," Janine replied as the doors closed.
She smiled as the elevator began moving upward, thinking how easy it would have been to have ended in that man's room. A slight twist of conversation, perhaps an offer of a drink and it wouldn't have mattered if the man was attached or not, they would have ended up in bed together. Of course tonight circumstances prevented anything from happening, she expected Ben to arrive shortly, but she was quite proud that even if she were not meeting Ben nothing would have happened with that man, or any other man. She knew what faithfulness meant and she'd remain faithful to him until death.
The elevator made another awkward stop at the twelfth floor and Janine stepped out. She looked at the wall, noticed that room 1215 was to the right and then headed down the well lit hallway. Finding the door, she slipped in the card and opened the door to the beautifully elegant room.
"Oh yes," she whispered, closing the door behind her. She took off her coat and carefully hung it in the closet and then moved over to the bed. It was folded back so she sat down onto the incredibly soft sheets and then reclined, letting the softness roll over her. Janine loved the way she and Ben kept things interesting between them. It would be so easy to let their sex life degenerate into monotony the way so many other couples did, but with a few simple plans, they kept things exciting... new.
It was only a short wait before she heard another key card operating the lock at the door and Janine sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. She watched as Ben opened the door, carefully closed it and then looked toward her. His initial smile changed to an expression more intense, something needier.
Without a word he took off his coat, tossed it over a chair and moved to her. Standing before her he dropped both his hands to her breasts as Janine first ran her hand over his crotch, feeling his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. Still caressing her breasts, Ben leaned his head back and pushed his hips forward, letting Janine unfasten his belt and open his pants. Reaching in she felt the soft skin surrounding the hard shaft and began to slide the skin up and down, watching the bluish head as a tiny droplet of pre-cum pooled in the hole.
She leaned forward and slowly touched the tip of her tongue to his cock, savoring the slightly bitter taste of the fluid as she breathed inward taking in the musky scent of his cock and balls. Ben moved his hands, grasped his pants and underwear and pushed them downward letting them fall to the floor as Janine took the large head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck, letting the taste of him fill her mouth.
She felt him rest his hands on her shoulders, balancing himself as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He widened his stance letting her take his balls in her hands. Janine moved her head up and down over the head of his cock as she firmly squeezed his balls, feeling him begin to pump his hips back and forth. Glancing up to his face she saw his eyes were closed so she moved one of her hands to his shaft and began stroking vigorously.
It excited her that at his age and after all this time together she could work him up so quickly, so when he suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth she smiled up at him, knowing he was about to come. She opened her legs wider and leaned back onto her elbows watching Ben drop down to his knees and eagerly begin kissing her thighs. Janine loved how he enjoyed going down on her, how he always made sure she was satisfied, even when she was distracted he'd continue seemingly forever.
Feeling his tongue slip between her lips and sink deep inside her she remembered how he talked of tasting her, how he would often go nuts during the day thinking of it. He loved kissing her immediately after going down on her, sharing her taste in their kiss. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes she savored the feel of his tongue as it slid up her slit searching the swollen nub of her clit.
She felt the tongue circling over it as her hips began to lift, oh yes, and now his fingers slipped inside, moving, exploring her as her clit was sucked between his lips. Oh she wished she could draw it out, make it last this way forever, but it was simply too intense and the wave built up inside her until, yes... yes, oh God yes, she finally felt herself release to the pleasure as it pulsed through her again and again. Reaching down she grabbed Ben's head and he stopped, knowing too much contact on her highly sensitized clit was simply too much after her orgasm.
Janine watched as Ben stood up so she quickly turned over on the bed and got up on her hands and knees, turning her back side to him. Opening her legs wide she leaned back to him, watching between her legs as he moved closer to her. Reaching back she took hold of his cock and guided it into herself as she felt his hands on her hips pull her back onto him.
