Are you sure you're ok?
Kate:
Yes, don't worry. I won't let you down, I promise.
The webcam blinked off and he was alone. Running a hand through his short hair as he let out a deep sigh he began to think. Maybe she was right, he didn't want to hurry her but he had a feeling if they didn't do this now they never would, and a chance at happiness for both of them could be lost. Of course, they might equally decide a one-night stand now and again was all they wanted from each other.
He ran his hand down to his throbbing cock. She always made him so hard, even if they only talked, and, as he had told her, the chance to be with her, touch her, kiss her, God, he could almost cum just thinking about it.
Clicking on his favourites Jonathan found the hotel he had chosen for their first meeting. Set in acres of beautiful gardens he could imagine them walking out to a deserted bench, sitting to talk, moving closer to each other. They would kiss, slowly, gently at first and then more passionately. She would move her hand over his erection, running her fingers up its length as their kisses continued. Canting his hips would help her touch all of it as his own fingers brushed her breasts, causing them to harden beneath her clothes, making her moan into his mouth.
"Ohhh, fuck, I've got to stop this or I'll never get anywhere booked." He resolutely removed his hand and pushed the images he had created to the back of his mind. It was still early enough for him to put a call through to the hotel and he quickly punched in the number wondering how far in advance their main suites would be booked up.
~*~
Kate's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the scene before her. The hotel, set up on a hill above beautiful gardens, had a turreted section, sweeping horseshoe shaped steps leading up to huge double doors, and an exterior befitting its history as a vital fortress and stronghold.
She had been gazing at the view for just a few minutes when she realized she was no longer alone.
"So, what do you think?"
"Oh, it's amazing, thank you, Jonathan." She smiled at the man who had come quietly up beside her.
"You are even more beautiful in person." She felt herself being pulled closer to him and then his lips touched hers for the first time and, unable to stop herself, she stiffened slightly. "It's ok. Just relax." His voice was soft, loving and she nodded as he captured her lips once more. This time she melted against him as he gently, tenderly kissed her.
"Shall we go and announce ourselves then? We can get into the room now."
Already there was a huskiness in his voice and Kate watched as Jonathan checked his watch before nodding. For the entire train journey she had been certain he wouldn't turn up, wouldn't look as he had in the pictures, or would see her and say 'sorry, I don't want to do this any more'. Even though she had seen him on the webcam her self-esteem was so low she was sure she had been duped.
He took her hand and eased her along the path as she grasped her overnight bag tightly against her, trying to calm her breathing and not spoil anything.
"Good afternoon, Sir, Madam, welcome to the Royale."
"Hi. We have a booking, Mr and Mrs Lyndon."
Kate managed not to gasp, a married couple, she hadn't thought of that. In fact, she now realized, she hadn't thought about the practicalities at all, all she had focussed on was the chances of one of them, probably her, being a disappointment.
"Oh yes, of course, Sir, The Suite Royale." The receptionist smiled at both of them and then handed over an ornate key with a large tag on it.
"Thank you." Jonathan looked at Kate, winking as he did so and she felt herself smile.
"A porter will take your bags. The restaurant begins serving at 7.00 and finishes at 11.00. Enjoy your stay at The Royale."
A young man, smartly liveried, touched Kate's bag and she surrendered it. Jonathan had a similar sized case and both were carried for them as they were directed towards the lift.
Not a word was spoken. Jonathan's hand on her back was a reassuring presence and Kate realized her doubts were already disappearing. She turned slightly so she could look into his eyes and all she saw was the honesty she had recognized on line. Leaning against him she moved so her mouth was next to his ear.
"Thank you."
"It's no problem. I love you, Kate, you know that."
The doors opened and the porter prevented her from saying anything in reply.
"If you would like to follow me, Sir, Madam, your suite is just along this hallway. There is no one else on this side of the building. He took the key from Jonathan and inserted it in the lock. The door swung open under his hand and again Kate felt herself gasp.
"Oh, Jonathan, it's ... it's just wonderful." She looked around and smiled. There was a four-poster bed, a sofa and chair in a lounge area as well as tempting glimpses of an ornate bathroom. Huge floor to ceiling windows brought the beautiful grounds into their suite and, belatedly, she realized they were in the tower she had so recently admired from outside.
As she turned back towards her 'husband' she saw money changing hands and then the porter was leaving them alone.
"So, Mrs Lyndon, what do you think, will I do?"
"Oh yes, I think so." She moved closer, seeing for the first time the doubt in the younger man's face. "I don't want to let you down, everything is so perfect, but I'm scared, Jonathan. I'm so much older than you, and you are so handsome, so friendly."
His lips met hers as his hand wove its way into her hair. Kate could feel his arousal as he ground against her and she moaned into the kiss.
"Oh God, Kate, I have waited so long to do this."
She found herself being carefully moved back until she felt the side of the bed behind her.
"Remember how we talked about foreplay? Please, Kate, let me take the lead."
She nodded. All along it had been clear to her that, if they ever did get together, Jonathan would, at least initially, instigate everything. She knew he wouldn't force her to do anything and that knowledge alone was enough for her to relax, move away from him, and slip her shoes off. She lay back making herself comfortable against the mound of artfully placed cushions at the head of the bed before smiling and waiting for him to join her.
~*~
The sight of Kate lying contentedly as he moved around to the other side of the bed was almost too much for Jonathan. He wanted to take her right away, to put her mind at rest, and show her his intentions were honourable, but he also wanted to live through as many of their easier to accomplish fantasies as possible. In the back of his mind was still the notion that this may be a one off. He wanted to have as many wonderful memories as he could to take home with him as well as providing Kate with the same thing.
Sliding his shoes and jacket off before loosening his tie Jonathan climbed onto the bed beside her and, just for a moment, rested his forehead against hers.
"I wish you could see what I see. You are beautiful, gentle, kind and so sexy. You know I'm only interested in older women, they turn me on almost exclusively, but since I first saw you online I've only been fantasizing about one older woman, you. Now you're here, right next to me, God, Kate, there is nowhere else I want to be, ever."
He moved so his body was touching hers and then claimed her lips once more. This time all hesitancy was gone; he leant against her as her ample breasts brushed his chest and he felt himself harden beneath her.
The time slipped by as they kissed and touched, hands roaming over clothed bodies, hips moving as they rubbed against each other, moans escaping as the kisses became more and more passionate. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime experienced in a few moments, they pulled apart.
"I love you, Kate, how can you ever think I would be disappointed?"
"Shhh, I was wrong. I ... I love you too. Jonathan, please, I want more."
His hands framed her face as he smiled and nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Totally and utterly. Make love to me, Jonathan, please. I want to feel you inside me, I want to do all the things we talked about with you."
He couldn't contain the moan which escaped him and reaching forward his fingers began to work at the buttons on the cream silk blouse she was wearing.
"Sit up for a minute."
Gracefully Kate did as she was told, her dark hair already tousled from their embrace and her face flushed.
