All participants are above the age of 18, any resemblance to real people or circumstances is purely coincidental, it is currently in editing since everyone loves to interrupt at the good bits but in the meantime, enjoy the read.
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Katherine ran a hand through her red curls as the waiter sat a wine glass in front of her. She smiled politely at him and returned her attention to Rick who was mid-retelling of the latest work gossip. He'd switched over to a company she'd worked for previously and she had moved a few states away over a year prior. Despite their best efforts, their schedules had never aligned on previous trips. As she watched his boyish grin light up his face in mirth she smiled again, laughing quietly.
"I'm glad you were able to meet me for dinner. I know it's been hectic trying to get together but it's nice to see you."
"It is. Thank you for joining me, I can't imagine that drive was easy." He sipped on his water and a memory flashed across her brain regarding him and copious amounts of vodka. Her lips curled up slightly and she took a sip of her own wine, glancing away to refocus herself. "It wasn't great but it wasn't too terrible." Jesus Katherine, drink more wine and stop that shit.
If he noticed her sudden shift in tone he didn't mention it. "I don't know how you make that trip so quickly. I would be sore. Do you rush back again or are you able to relax a bit?"
She laughed openly. "Oh, I hurt terribly. I always hate this drive after. And before. And quite a bit during. I opted to take a few days this time as opposed to my usual in and out. Try and make a vacation out of it."
Dinner passed quickly, Katherine swearing there were a few too many glances that lingered a little too long but shrugged it off as the alcohol. Her and Rick had always shared a mostly uncommunicated attraction, which recently came back to the forefront of her mind when he was her very first supporter of her recent porn career. Over the years they both had been in relationships and then eventually married to their respective partners so the idea of anything happening between them had died long ago.
It hadn't killed her libido from having the idea, Katherine only half-listening to Rick talk as he walked her back up to her hotel room. The other half of her brain was flashing lewd images across Katherine's eyes as she fought to focus on the gentleman in front of her. Rick was a bit older than her but had always retained his boyish charm, making him look and seem much younger. She had always referred to him as cute and innocent and he'd never corrected her. She knew better, secretly, but she'd never allowed herself to dwell too deeply upon the idea.
As they waited for the elevator Rick moved his arm around Katherine's waist to move her out of the way of a couple walking past. She'd jumped in surprise, both at the sudden grab that broke her out of her fantasy and by the way her skin lit up when he grabbed her. Maybe that wine had been a bad idea.
Her husband and her had a loving relationship that she wouldn't trade for anything, but domesticity gets the best of everyone at some point. They'd always known Katherine's appetites were substantial and more than her husband Brian could handle. He was a generous lover in all manner but over the years they realized Katherine was frustrated. They tried supplements and toys, eventually attempting to swing for a while, but an assault on Katherine in their adventures had brought that to a screeching halt and they had yet to recover two months later. Eventually her husband agreed to let her go play on her own and just keep it quiet but she'd been hesitant.
While she had been able to work through it once they confirmed it would have no lasting effects, Brian had not. In a drunken argument she had misspoke and made it sound as though he hadn't kept her safe and they hadn't had a day where they hadn't argued since. No amount of reassurance and attempt at communication from Katherine was successful and merely exacerbated the situation so she'd buckled down to weather the storm in silence. Unethical monogamy had always been a part of her life but for him she had been willing to settle down.
Looking now, she was tired in every way imaginable, going as far as extending her trip last minute in a vain attempt to get some peace and relax. Rick's company had always made her happy, inviting him to dinner seeming like a no-brainer in her attempt to give her life a temporary haven. She hadn't, however, taken into consideration her appetites being denied for so long. She knew she respected Rick and his wife along with her own marriage enough that she would never act upon anything, but she hadn't imagined this would turn after dinner chatting into a battle of self control.
Desire smiled lazily at her through her golden bars, the gilded cage glinting in stark contrast to her blazing red curls and lips. She ran a manicured hand up her side, cupping her black lace-covered breast briefly before working her way up and clutching her throat. "Remember me?"
Katherine's face burned, playfully bumping into Rick's side as he led her into the elevator. He bumped her back and loosened his grip as she leaned forward to push her floor but tightened it once more when she leaned back over. Ground floor to sixth, five minute walk in the hall, three minutes to say goodbye. You can do this.
Desire giggled in her cage, her lips opening slowly as her tongue snaked up the golden bar next to her face. Her amber eyes burned in excitement. "Can you?"
Conversation stalled, picking up once more when the elevator jerked upward to start. Katherine nearly lost her footing, stumbling slightly in her short black dress. Rick reached out to steady her and gripped her right hip tightly, his fingertips digging into her far lower than they should've properly been on her waist as he pulled her upright. Katherine caught her breath in a hiss, pasting a bright smile on her face in an attempt to hide her embarrassment at falling and any improper sounds that may have escaped her notice. "Thanks for the assist!"
Rick's face remained unchanged for a moment, his eyes riveted on the flush across her face that deepened under his scrutiny. "Rick?" She inquired, suddenly worried she had been vocal.
"Hm?" He shook himself then, running his free hand through his brown curls. "Of course, you know I've always got you." He said cheerily, pulling her tighter in a half-hug.
Katherine let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding. Yes, see, he's always got me because we're friends. Friends don't think of other friends naked.
She cursed the thought as soon as it crossed her brain, the ever-so-eager organ so kindly reminding her that he had wanted to know what she looked like naked. She rubbed her neck and shoulder self-consciously as the elevator climbed to the third floor. As she lifted her arm he'd run his hand up her side, pausing just below her breast before returning back down to her hip. "Is your neck bugging you?"
She looked up in alarm before relaxing into a tired smile as she stared up at him and leaned into his side. "Oh, yeah. I've been meaning to schedule a massage or something but you know how it goes, never enough time."
"I'm happy to give you a massage if you'd like." Rick said casually. "I did massage therapy for a bit." He moved his hand from her waist and up to her neck, his soft hands easily working the muscles in her neck to putty. She groaned and leaned into him, tilting her head down to give him better access to the back of her neck. He moved behind her and put both hands on her neck, weakening her resolve further. This is Rick, he'd never push that boundary and neither would I. It's fine, Katherine.
Before she knew it the elevator doors flew open and she blinked sleepily as Rick pulled his hands away. He held the door open while she regained her bearings, laughing softly at her reaction. "Your neck is really tense, I can only imagine how the rest of you is."
Desire grinned and ground herself up against her gilded cage, a low moan singing through her lips before she settled once more next to the bars, her fingers clenching and unclenching impatiently as she waited.
Katherine groaned and took a shaky step forward and then out of the elevator. "Don't remind me. I think I'll have to take you up on that massage offer if you can keep your hands to yourself." She glanced back at him with her tongue stuck out as she led the way before turning forward once more, her bouncing followed by his easy strides. She maintained about 3 feet in front of him. He was tempted to tease her for leaving him behind but the view of her bouncing in that mini dress as she easily led him down the hall was too good to give up. The black cotton that rode high on her hips had rode even higher as she walked, resting at the bottom of the curve of her ass and sealing itself as a second skin against her light bronze flesh.. "Scouts honor." He added. "Ha!" She called out, veering left quickly and pulling out a keycard as she approached the door. It took a couple tries but eventually she got the door open, walking into the darkened room and flipping on lights as she went along. Rick whistled low, impressed. "Damn, this is a nice room."
She glanced around the King suite as he closed the door behind him. "Right? I like to be comfortable when I travel." She wandered over to the mini-fridge she had stocked when she came into town the day previous, pouring herself a small whiskey before turning to Rick. "Drink?"
"I'd love one." Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, raking hungrily over his fitted jeans and button-up. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hands were shoved into his pockets, his face betraying nothing as he joined her at the counter. She suddenly felt guilty for her lecherous thoughts, taking a long sip of her whiskey before settling on the edge of her bed and kicking off her stilettos. She stretched and leaned back, ruffling her curled hair and yawning. "So, how do you want me?"
Rick's eyes flashed in amusement but he held his tongue, taking a drink from his glass. "Well, you have either a couch or your bed. I would probably suggest the bed so you can spread out and relax but it's your call."
She pursed her lips for a moment before standing and walking around the bed to set her glass on the table. "That's a good point. Should I be dressed or...?"
He sat down on the edge of the bed and started unlacing his shoes. "Either or but if you have the dress off then it'll be easier for me to work into the knots."
She nodded again, the alcohol turning her conscience's whispered warnings into coos of contentment. She pulled the dress off easily and shivered in the cold air as she stood exposed in her thong and strapless bra. She was briefly grateful she'd even thought to put panties on, being careful to keep turned away.
"Facing up first, it'll help me work your shoulders and chest."
