It is hard to assess the strength of one's own will at times. You may assume you're full of virtue but how does one know until truly put to the test. We were each married to others - her husband eager to share her but she so wanted to respect the vows that I made to my wife. We would not fail each other without a struggle - or so we convinced ourselves.
These thoughts were on my mind as I rode the taxi back to the Phoenix airport on Friday evening to pick her up. This meeting felt very different than our first, just three short days earlier at Baltimore airport. So much anticipation and nerves prior to that meeting that had followed a year of tender and at times passionate mail. And now anticipation and nerves of a different sort. The chemistry was there - we both felt it - the airport kisses goodbye were not brief and tender - they were drawn out and wet and hungry. The press of her body had stirred me and this reaction was known to her - one could tell from the manner in which she ground against me in that final embrace.
I had suggested she fly down to join me on Friday night and that we could return together to Baltimore on Sunday morning. She said she would see - that she'd have to have a long talk with her husband about it. My heart pounded like never before when I received her message giving her flight time.
We had not discussed living arrangements. In any case, the resort was packed with conference attendees - she would have to stay in my room. We had not explicitly discussed how we would behave but we knew we would make an effort.
She looked wonderful coming down the escalator at the Phoenix airport. More relaxed than our first meeting, and sexy as hell. She had flown dressed as per my frequent travelling fantasies. A very short skirt and a tight blouse worn close to the body - hiding very little. She wore the trademark heels. Men understand only too well the subliminal signals sent by those shoes - not just the shaping applied to calves and ass - but the confession they make - if you chase me, I will be caught. A twinge of jealousy as I imagined her sitting next to a man on the plane and being hit upon through the flight.
I took her in my arms and kissed her yet again - and instantly my body was right back where it was during our last embrace. When the kiss broke, we were both a bit breathless. I noticed her legs were bare - she had anticipated the Arizona heat - still quite present here on the first of November.
She had brought just the one bag and I marvelled at the efficiency of her packing. She quipped that she hadn't felt the need to bring much clothing. With no need to wait for luggage, I grabbed her bag - took her hand and led her to the taxi stand for the trip back to the hotel.
The ride back slightly awkward - hard to chat with the driver listening. I moved to the middle seat to sit closer to her. Rachel's already very short skirt had ridden up as she climbed into the back seat and I found it difficult to look away. She noted my struggle with amusement but made no effort to pull her skirt down. Clearly she was very used to men's eyes on her body and enjoyed it. I thought two can play this game and rested my open palm on her bare leg. I left it to linger - right at the high hemline - the warmth of my hand evident - my fingers curled near her inner thigh - a highly sensitive spot on most women.
We made small talk as we drove - I told her how lovely the resort was and how much she would enjoy the restaurants and the exercise facilities. I continued to toy with her bare leg as we drove along - she was touching me frequently in return and while the touches were not explicit, my cock thought otherwise. It was not difficult to follow her gaze and see how well she knew this. I held her bag in front of me as we entered the hotel lobby.
I led her towards the elevators and she looked puzzled about whether she should check in. I simply told her it had been pre-arranged. We rode up to the eighth floor in the glassed-in elevator - others present with us. I took her to room 807 and used the key card to open the door. As she entered, she began to ask which room I was in and then noticed my laptop on the desk. I explained the hotel was full but I'm sure we could behave responsibly in sharing the room. Immediately she took her bearings and saw just the one king-sized bed. Rachel asked if I expected her to sleep on the couch and I vaguely replied there would be no need for that.
More than twelve months past our first e-mail we were finally alone together - not in any public place. I embraced her again, more desperately than ever and sensed the same response. After several minutes of this - she broke away and said, "We must be careful.".
"Of course", I replied. "Let me unpack for you - call Mitch and let him know you've arrived safely."
She declined saying she'd make the call and then unpack herself. I asked if she would like me to leave the room but she said no. I listened to the call with great interest. Clearly her responses told me Mitch's questions. I wondered where his imagination would take him when she said, "No there were no vacancies - I'll stay with Ryan."
With the call done, Rachel unpacked the few items she had brought. I left half the dresser for her and noticed her clothing as she put them in drawers. The shorts which must have been the peekaboo pair she had mentioned. A nice bikini, thong underwear in a variety of colours. The usual female collection of toiletries and cosmetics. While she unpacked I asked if she had had her supper. She told me she had not but would like to take a shower before changing for the restaurant. I made the reservation for an hour later and told her the shower was all hers but to call out if she needed any help.
A glance between us at the moment of truth. Did it make sense for two mature adults to change their clothing behind the bathroom door. She lay out a dress for supper and simply smiled at me saying she would be back soon. She disappeared into the bathroom and I soon heard the shower running. When you have contemplated a woman's naked body in your mind so many times, it is an exquisite torture to know that it is within 10 feet of you. My imagination back into overdrive as she washed her body.
When she came back out she was wrapped in two towels. One covering her head and the other wrapped about her - just long enough to cover all the mysteries I had just been dwelling on. Without any hesitation I smiled and her and said, "That's my towel! I'd like it back please."
"Really", she answered. "You don't provide towels for your room guests?".
"Of course I do - you've simply picked MY towel - hand it over."
She knew the game was afoot and a note of mischief entered her eyes. "And if I don't hand it over?"
"Then I'll be forced to take it away from you", I answered.
"Really! I'm likely too quick for you", she taunted.
I smiled back - loving this spirit. I remained seated in the chair just looking at her and then abruptly launched myself across the bed with no warning. My hand wrapped around her thigh but she quickly spun away and jumped over to the other side of the wide bed - grinning at me. I had caught a flash of dark, but sparse trim between her legs when she moved so quickly.
"Who would have thought Rachel so hard to catch", I teased. We both began to breath more rapidly - the battle of the sexes about to get physical. I made a feint left and a feint right and she jumped to and fro waiting for my real move.
"Are you buying me supper?", she asked out of the blue.
"Of course - consider yourself my guest for the entire stay".
"Well in that case, I guess I can let you have YOUR towel", she said.
This was disappointing news indeed until I saw her unwrap the towel from her head and toss it my way.
"Sorry Rachel - you've misunderstood. That was your towel. Mine is the other one."
"If you want it - you'll have to take it", she taunted.
I wanted it and this time I was too fast for her. I caught her in my arms and pulled her down to the bed - covering her with my weight so she could not escape. She struggled back and despite surprising strength was unable to work free. I grasped the edge of the towel and began to pull. Slowly undoing the fold at the top. Gently, I pulled the towel from beneath our combined weights and she was naked beneath me. I kissed her and her struggles continued and then rapidly weakened and ceased. Her mouth was hot and eager - her tongue active and probing. Our lips pressed together and apart and back together. My hand explored her cool damp naked flesh. Cool and damp most everywhere but hot and damp between her legs - a qualitative difference.
Rachel spread her legs to embrace me and I thrust against her. I was still fully clothed but my cock was hard and straight and nestled in her furrow. I rocked back and forth like this maximizing the sensations for both of us. I continued to kiss her and slid my hands beneath her naked ass to pull her even more tightly into me. Despite my clothing I was near climax and sensed the same for her - too many months of foreplay - too much anticipation - too long a drive from the airport.
Will. Did I have it or did I not? Was I even thinking at this point? Was she? Had it all come down to raw emotions and pure animal lust? I was focused only on her - her pleasure and my own. But a nagging thought: if I lost this battle, did I want to lose it in this fashion? - with my clothes still on - or did I want her as fully and completely as possible?
I pulled back and sat back on my legs to look at her. Her body completely naked before me for the first time - the sight of her only inflaming me further - sweat from both of us glistening on her skin - her thighs - her breasts - her belly. Her pussy swollen and slick. I was panting - deep breaths and shaking from the excitement. She looked at me - a note of understanding in her face but also a clear signal that the decision was mine.
