*****
As the plane touched down, I resigned myself to the typical reality of professional outings; long days in a classroom bookended by a few drinks at the hotel bar with people I'd rather avoid most of the time. Sleep, rinse, and repeat.
"James, are you coming?"
I was woken from my dull trance as Courtney, one of my fellow co-workers, noticed I wasn't getting off the plane with everyone else.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm with you, Courtney." I popped up out of my seat and joined with the others.
My next hour was consumed watching luggage make tedious laps on a conveyor belt until it eventually occurred to myself and everyone else that mine had been lost. I ushered everyone to go ahead to the hotel without me and let them know I'd catch up.
*****
Getting to the hotel bar, I was filled with a sensation I can only describe as mundane. A new place, but filled with the same old faces. That's how it initially appeared, at least.
As I sat down with my colleagues, the blonde across the table from me captured my attention. I'd seen her around at work but never had occasion to speak with her. Medium-length blonde hair and delicate features drew me in. Still, it was her eyes that stole my attention. Deep, thoughtful, and penetrating.
"I'm James, I don't think we've met." I smiled and offered my hand.
"Cassie. No, we haven't," she obliged.
Light banter ensued as the group was deciding whether to stay in or head downtown for some entertainment. Cassie and I proceeded to hit it off as the conversation progressed. Our gaze seemed perpetually fixated on one another.
"Can I add you to Facebook?" She smiled to me as one might do to someone they know well.
"Sure. I'm not on there much, but you can add me." I wasn't sure if this counted as playing it cool, but it was exciting nevertheless that she wanted to have a means of reaching out to me beyond this night. Was she being forward with me or was it simply a friendly gesture by a colleague. I reminded myself that she was married as her ring would suggest. That counts for something, doesn't it?
What I didn't realize is that it wasn't the last time I'd be questioning myself over mixed signals from her this evening.
As the few people from the group I tend to gravitate toward decided to leave, I realized Cassie's flatbread hadn't yet arrived. She allayed my concerns as she actually gave it to Allie who was pregnant at the time and was opting out of the barhopping scene.
*****
Walking to the Power & Light District, Cassie and I kept our connection. Even before the alcohol had really begun to flow, there was an easiness to our conversation. She told me about her personal life and challenges at home.
"You're married, but are you happily married?" I asked her.
"I'm not, no. I've been married fifteen years, though. That's a long time. I've always been faithful to my husband."
The words sat in the air. They lingered as we both processed what they might mean was possible and, conversely, what it ruled out. She had always been faithful to her husband yet here we were. An indescribably vibrant electric current fusing us together and yet this subtext that we could never see where it would lead. Still, why would she tell me that she had never strayed if she wasn't feeling some pull toward me at this moment?
As we arrived at the bar, I ordered myself a drink and went to stand with some of the others. I began chatting with Dave about the vacation he and his wife were taking to Cuba. Or was it Dominican? Or Jamaica? I was barely listening to him and actually wanted most to see whether Cassie would come find me. Whether, despite putting up a soft barrier between us with her confession of fidelity, she needed me as much as I already needed her.
Before long I felt her presence as she came to stand beside me. Sipping on her Vodka Cranberry, the straw danced along her lips as she spoke to me. We leaned back against the bar and stared off into the crowd. It was a bar for Duelling Pianists and rather lively at the time.
While we sank deeper into our conversation, others had been getting deeper into the booze. Courtney bounded over and wrapped her arms around us both. "Pictures!" she cried.
We smiled and pressed together as a few photos were snapped. Courtney, having gotten rather close, felt my arms and began marveling. I've always maintained good health and it's been said my arms are among my best features; powerful with corded muscles that can be felt through a long-sleeve shirt.
"You've got to feel these!" Courtney yelled to Cassie over the music.
As dark as it was, I could see Cassie blush. She took the opportunity nevertheless and felt me up rather liberally. I just smiled and continued to drink my beer. If she could get her hands on me, could I not return the favor? I kept the thought to myself for the time being.
*****
As everyone was gathering to leave the bar and return to the hotel, Cassie and I rather stealthily slipped out and made our way down a side street. No words exchanged, we were both acutely aware that we wanted-nay, needed-to be alone. There was something more to explore between us and it required no additional parties.
Our arms brushing as we walked along, she broke the silence, "So, I've told you I'm in an unhappy marriage but you haven't told me about yourself. Are you happy with your relationship?"
I told her that I was. I truly, firmly believed that. My life and relationship was good, wasn't it? I had all the comforts a person could hope for. I lived a pretty satisfied existence. There were certainly people worse off than I was.
"Are you truly happy, or just superficially?" she pressed.
"I would say that I'm happy in my relationship. I would."
As we went to cross the street, a car seemed to come from nowhere and cut us off. I reached my arm across her and inadvertently grasped her breast as I held her back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... yeah." I stammered.
She smiled back at me and said it was okay.
Entering the hotel, she told me she was hungry; she'd given away her flatbread and hadn't had any other sustenance aside from what nutrients can be garnered from cranberries as part of an alcoholic beverage. We stopped together at the hotel bar to each order a flatbread to take to our rooms. Separately.
The ride in the elevators had a palpable tension in the air. Not between us but rather within each of us. An internal struggle over whether to be the first one to say what the other was thinking.
Uneventfully, I arrived at my floor and left her without a word.
*****
Arriving in my room, I sat up a while and urged myself to drink a fair amount of water. I'd had enough craft beers that I could be in store for a treacherous morning hangover if I didn't take precautions. The sitting up in quiet did me well enough as my mind kept going back to her. Out of the blue I'd been taken. Smitten.
After nearly an hour I adjusted myself under the covers and prepared for the conference workday to come. Just as I was nodding off and wondering whether I'd built everything up inside my head and imagined what wasn't truly there, my phone buzzed on the night stand.
Who would be messaging me at this hour?
My heart raced as I cautiously rolled over and clutched my phone. I looked on with bated breath at the message: "I'm in room 620. Do you want to come up to talk and maybe cuddle a bit?"
My veins ran cold and I jumped from my bed, stumbling over the coffee table. The message was everything I wanted to see and yet, seeing it now, my heart was all but beating its way from my chest.
I dressed myself quickly and walked to the bathroom. Looking myself in the mirror, I splashed some cold water on my face to wake myself from this apparent dream.
*****
Opening the door to let me in, she looked at me earnestly, "I just want to hold you. Would that be okay? We can't go any further...."
"I know, I understand. That's fine. I wanted to see you, as well."
She embraced me in a tight hug and led me by my hand to the bed. I marvelled at her figure as she did. While I had mentioned her delicate features previously, taking in this view of her in a sheer nightie was something else entirely. As she crawled up onto the bed, the swell of her gorgeous ass cheeks had my cock twitching vigorously.
I stripped down to my boxers as she lay against her pillow. She nodded at me subtly and I took her cue. I lowered my trunks to the ground and by now even in the dim light she could see my excitement.
"Just come hold me," she said. "I need to be held."
I joined her in the bed and she presented her back to me. I reached my hand around her, under the nightie, and over her stomach. Her skin was smooth.
It was difficult to know just how to proceed. She was insistent that she would not betray her husband and yet was doing everything up to the point of simply offering herself to me. My cock was nestled between her ass cheeks with just a tiny thong separating us. The glimmer of a piece of fabric was all that was denying what we both so clearly desired.
"I'm going to need to kiss you before this night is over," I told her.
She offered nothing more than a whimper. She was still unwilling to consciously concede what every other part of her already knew.
Although I wanted to respect her wishes to just hold her, I couldn't help but press the palm of my hand higher. I cupped each of her supple breasts, alternating between them. My face was pressed into her hair and I breathed in her scent as I heard the slightest purr escape her. She began to nestle herself back against me. My cock pulsed against her.
"I need you," I whispered in her ear. "I simply need you."
This time I moved my hand lower from her breasts. On a southerly trail, my fingers slipped under the material of her thong. Almost entirely shaven, there was a small patch of hair to invite me in. As my fingers reached her clit, I let my lips brush along her neck teasingly.
I decided against rushing any sort of penetration and instead brought my fingers back to my mouth. I breathed in her scent and let her hear me taste my fingers. "You're delicious," I told her. She moaned for me.
I wet my fingers before slipping them back down again to her clit. I ran small, smooth circles over her clit and along her labia. She parted her thighs and grinded firmly back against me.
She tilted her head to face me. Her eyes were filled with wanton lust. Whatever resistance there may have been throughout the evening, there was nothing left but naked yearning. Our lips locked in a deep kiss. Our tongues danced fiercely.
I let a finger slit into her pussy and felt her gasp. She reached back and began to stroke my cock. We were both working our hands on one another as we continued kissing. From that point we were perpetually sealed, taking in as much of one another's breath... life essence as possible.
Releasing my cock from her grip, I felt her move the material of her thong to the side.
"Take me..." she sighed.
"I... don't have a condom....'
"I don't care. I need you inside of me." She lifted herself slightly and back to guide me into her. With my hand that had been fingering her, I eased myself forward. It took everything in me not to spill myself at that very moment. Her wetness enveloped me and I was entirely submersed in her.
We found a rhythm with her meeting each of my thrusts. We kept a steady pace as we reveled in the passion of the moment.
I withdrew myself from her and laid her flat onto her back. Rejoining our bodies, I held myself up and began to pound down into her. Her pussy was gloriously wet and receiving me eagerly as our bodies slapped together noisily. She ran her hands all over my biceps and I could see her eyes rolling back. She pulled me down so that I was covering her, pressing her down into the bed. Her hands reached around to my ass. She began to squeeze my ass cheeks and pull me in as she spread her thighs wider. She opened herself entirely and began to suck on my neck.
"I want you to cum in me. Empty your fucking balls into my pussy!"
I fucked harder, deeper into her. Feeling her pull me in was sending me over the edge. I began to moan loudly, grunting as her pussy gripped me like a velvet glove.
"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming!" I began to pump six, seven... countless streams of cum into her wetness. I reached my hand down under her and gripped her ass cheeks. I could feel my cum pouring down out of her pussy and across her ass.
We met in another kiss as I recovered my breath from our lovemaking.
As I pulled my cock from her, I ran my hand along the length of my shaft to collect the mixture of our juices and spread it across her breasts and stomach. She sighed audibly, enjoying my marking of her in such a primal fashion.
Rolling onto my back, I took a deep breath as I gathered myself. I felt her shuffling in the bed and she was soon between my thighs with her mouth.
"Would you like me to clean you?" she asked, rhetorically.
I could only moan as she encased my well-fucked cock in her warm mouth. She sucked and licked from the base of my balls back to the head of my cock. I was still hard and entirely aroused. I ran my fingers through her hair as she pleasured me.
Before long I felt her kissing her way up my stomach. She stopped to suck along my chest and kissed around my nipples.
She mounted me and placed my cock back against her pussy. She placed her hands on my shoulders as she impaled herself on me. I reached to take her ass cheeks in either hand. I sunk my fingers into her flesh, guiding her rhythm as she worked my cock.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she said to me.
"I know... fuck, I know... but it's incredible."
She lowered her torso slightly and I reached up with my mouth to suck on her breasts. I sucked each of them into my mouth. I ran my tongue around her nipples and took my time with her as she continued lowering herself, raising herself... lowering herself yet again.
"You can leave a mark," she offered.
If it was possible, my cock grew stiffer as I sucked her breasts aggressively. I was taken with passion to the point I was actually biting down on her. Instinctively, I began to spank those wondrous cheeks of hers.
"You like my ass, baby?" she asked.
"It's incredible. You're incredible..." I told her.
"Would you like to... have my ass?"
My breath caught in my throat. "My god... yes, I would." I began to fuck up into her even harder than I had.
"Lie me on the edge of the bed. You can take my ass."
I rolled us to the side and stood by the edge of the bed. She lifted her legs up so that they were positioned up over my shoulders.
"Just take your time... go easy and I'll let you know when to give me more."
I nodded my agreement, still quite unable to speak. I pressed my cock between her cheeks, firmly to her asshole still wet with the cum that had dripped from her pussy. I slid the head of my cock into her without difficulty at that stage and nearly lost my balance as my knees struggled to keep me upright.
From this stance I could actually see out the window and view the downtown core of Kansas City. It was a surreal feeling. Within the past period of hours I'd come to a new place and discovered a beautiful lover.
I pressed my cock deeper into her as we laced our fingers together on both hands. Without the need to converse, she pulled me tighter and I knew she was ready to have all of me.
"You can fuck into me, now."
I needed no further prompting and bottomed out in her. Her ass gripped me tightly and we moved together once more in perfect harmony.
"How does it feel?" she queried.
"You're so... fucking hot. This is amazing...."
"You can fuck me harder... go ahead. Own my ass, baby."
I released her hands, gripped onto her thighs and began to pound my rigid cock into her ass. I reached up to roughly grip her breasts as I reached toward a thundering climax.
"Do you want it inside?" I breathed.
"Yeah, cum in my ass. Fill my ass."
I took a few final thrusts into her before exploding. The frame of the bed was rocking against the wall as I cried out, letting my orgasm drive all the way through me. I collapsed atop her, attempting to catch my composure. Sweat glistened from us both.
"Your turn," she said.
"Hmm?" I wondered.
"Roll onto your back. I cleaned you before... and now that's what I need. I'm a mess, baby."
My heart once more skipped a few beats. I obediently rolled onto my back.
Cassie kissed me on the cheek and then mounted me. She brought her pussy right to my lips and began to grind herself down on me. I could taste the mixture of both of our juices and eagerly lapped it all up.
She was moaning continuously as she locked her fingers in my hair. I could only get breaths of air as she allowed between her lifting and lowering. She slid forward and placed her ass right over my mouth and I didn't hesitate. I ran my tongue along her ass cheeks and then into her. I used my hands to steady her as my tongue probed. It was impossible to tell which juices were hers and which were mine. It was a perfect mixture of both of us and I couldn't help myself.
She continued moaning loudly on me. As I slipped a finger up into her pussy while I rimmed my way along her ass, I could feel her gripping me... convulsing on my finger which I kept working circuitously within her.
"Keep going... keep fucking going," she urged.
I kept my ministrations until she finally collapsed atop me amid incredible, sensuous moans.
She moved her lips to mine and we embraced in an obsessive, lusty kiss where time stood still. She licked along my face to share in the juices she had just ground onto me.
"This night was incredible," she said to me, glowing with a smile.
"You're incredible," I told her.
"Hold me... just hold me," she said.
I spooned her, both of us entirely spent, as we drifted off to sleep. I was too tired to even begin considering what this might mean for the days of the conference to come.
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