The Right Place. The Right Time.

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The cool taste of her cocktail hit the spot. What a long day she had had she thought to herself. Even after catching an early 5 o’clock flight, she felt like she had a burst of energy. She figured she could have one more cocktail before she went up for the night. After all, she was in no hurry and could even sleep in if she wanted to.

“Bartender, can I get one more please?” she asked with a somewhat flirtatious tone. “Add a shot of tequila too.”  Realizing she had just ordered a shot made her aware she was feeling somewhat frisky tonight. Unfortunately for her, she was alone.

While she waited, she panned the room to see who else was in her company. To the left was a couple enjoying drinks and what appeared to be appetizers. The two seemed to be enjoying themselves as they continued to laugh and flirt with one another.  Aside from the couple’s laughter, all that was heard was music playing softly in the background.  Jazz music she guessed. It just so happened to tune out the game that was playing on the large plasma TV that was positioned directly above the bar.  The bartender placed her drink before her. Without having to say it, the bartender already knew what she was thinking and responded with a pleasant, “You’re welcome”.

As she began to enjoy her last drink for the evening, she happened to notice a gentleman to her right sitting at a table in the corner. His back was facing her. He had a drink in one hand and the newspaper in the other. For one quick moment she could have swore he looked like someone she knew. The dimmed lights made it difficult to see, but realistically he would not have been there anyways. How funny would it be had he been there of all places.

 

And just like that her mind began to wander. It did not take long before she started thinking about him and wondering what he had been up. The more she thought about it, the odder it seemed as they usually kept up with one another. Just the thought of him gave her chills as she reminisced about their history together.  

One last sip and she was finally done. The thought of taking a hot bath and falling into a large king bed was sounding better by the second. As she dug through her purse to find her room key, she had noticed the gentleman was no longer sitting at the table. Again, just like that she started thinking about HIM. She shook her head as she made her way to the elevator and up to her room. As usual, the thoughts of him always made her ache to be with him.

She finally made it back to her room and was eager to take a bath and get into bed. She just wanted to lay there and think thoughts about him so she could fall asleep.

Just as she was climbing out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her still damp body, she heard a knock at the door. She was startled and not sure she heard correctly. No matter where she was, unless she was expecting someone she never answered the door. But her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to look through the peep hole. There he was. Just as quickly as she had thought about him, he was standing at her hotel room door.

What was he doing here she thought.  Seriously. What was he doing here?!?

She opened the door like she was expecting him. He stood in the doorway looking at her. He was looking at her like he hadn’t seen her in years. His eyes studied every inch of her body from top to bottom. She pretended to not notice and asked what he was doing here.

“I noticed you in the bar, but wanted to surprise you instead," he said. He acted as calm as could be. The fact that we had not spoken or seen each other for years did not seem to be of importance. But then again, seeing him did not feel like it had been years. It felt like no time had passed now that he was in my room of all places.

Still in shock she replied, “I am surprised. I actually glanced at you in the bar and thought for a second it was you, but I couldn’t tell for sure.”  

“Well, now you know it’s me,”  he said as he came into the room like he had been there before. “My question to you is now that I’m here, what are you going to do with me?”

“I’m sorry, but what did you say?” she asked and laughed a little while she closed the door. As she turned around to walk towards him, he had already made himself comfortable by sitting on her bed.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. She could smell a faint scent of cologne and the touch of his hands made her weak. How she had missed him. Her body’s reaction said it all.

 “You heard me,” he whispered into her ear. His hot breath fell upon her neck as did his lips. “I saw you down stairs and was just as shocked as you are right now.  It’s not like you don’t know me. We have a history together and we know how each of us feels. I took this to mean a chance we’ve both wanted and never had. If you want me to leave, I will. But if not, I ask again. What are you going to do with me?”

 As he made an attempt to explain himself, she could feel his hands under her towel.  His lips on her neck and her chest. She had managed to push up against him and her arms rested above his shoulders.  He was squeezing her thighs, her ass, running his fingers up and down her back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. She could not speak. Her breathing was changing and she could feel how turned on she was by the sudden aching between her legs. 

Without saying a word, she kissed him. She pressed up hard against him and continued to ravish his lips. Her lips brushed against his. Her tongue rimmed the edge of his upper lip. His lower lip. She bit his tongue ever so slightly. She felt her towel drop to the floor. He, still sitting on the edge of the bed, continued to feel her body as if he were searching for something. She could feel his hot breath on her chest. Her breast in his mouth and the sounds of him moaning as he enjoyed her. His hands were running up and down her inner thigh. Teasing her just enough to make her want more. He propped her leg on the side of the bed and began to kiss her inner thigh. She was feeling weak as her legs began to shake. He wanted to taste her. But before he did, he wanted to feel her. He wanted to see just how wet he had made her. As he continued to kiss her inner thigh, he placed his fingers inside of her. It was evident from the ease of his fingers gliding in and out she was feeling him, every single part of him. She gasped and gripped his hand as if she was guiding him. Her moans and the call of his name were making him feel like he wanted to explode.

She stopped him just long enough to get him flat on his back. She could see how swollen and large he was. How much she wanted to feel him inside her. She leaned down and kissed him fully on the mouth so as to give him a taste of what he had wanted for so long.

She began to undress him. The urge to feel his body pressed against hers was becoming unbearable. She was always fascinated with him and took pleasure in seeing all of him. While she enjoyed kissing every inch of his body, it was his dick she had longed to feel, kiss, and taste. The hardness of it excited her as she knew she would soon feel all of him inside of her. As she stroked him with one hand, she licked the tip ever so gently. It was like candy she had not had in a long time. She continued to stroke him. Taste him. She watched him and his eyes roll back into his head as he enjoyed the feeling of her breath and tongue explore every inch of his cock.  

Before she could feel him, he wanted to please her first. He sat up and they switched positions. She was on her back and he was on top, between her legs. He had joked about tasting her, but it was not until this very second that he had actually had a chance to do it. He spread her legs apart and made his way down her inner thigh. He hesitated just before he completely put his mouth on her. He could feel her anticipation in her body.  He placed his hands on the outside of either leg and tasted her for the first time. She gasped and made her legs tense. He started slowly. He could feel her moving with the motion and could tell when she was ready to climax. Just before she would he would pull back. He was always teasing her. All she could think was how good his tongue and lips felt. He continued to taste her and decided he had teased her enough. Her breathing became faster, her motion was quicker. Her moans and body language told him exactly what to do. He tasted her to climax for the first time.

As he made his way up to her by kissing her body, she kissed him and kissed him hard before she placed him inside her. Her whole body tensed and she gasped as he began to thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around him and moved with his motion. She was almost in tears because of the emotion, the intense feeling of him finally making love to her after all these years. She could feel every single thrust. The sweat was dripping. Her nails dug into his back. She wanted to feel him cum inside of her. He began to move quicker and harder. Then at last he released inside of her. All of him flooded inside of her. She could feel him and he felt so much relief. They laid there together out of breath and feeling so relaxed. He sat up and looked her in her eyes. All he could do was shake his head and smile. He brushed her hair out of her face. Kissed her forehead and hugged her. For the first time they finally were able to express how they felt physically and without saying a word, other than a kiss, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.