by Mia Moore
“I’m Beau Claire. Which is French for ‘pretty clear’, or if you prefer ‘Beau Knows’. Anything you need to know, where to shop, dine, sightsee, ask me. I’m here to help. Remember, ‘Beau Knows’.” He punctuated his remarks with a sharp slap of his broad tanned hand on the counter.
“I’m Elena Johnson. We have a reservation for tonight and tomorrow.” She couldn’t help smiling back at Beau. He was so friendly and confident that it would be hard not to like the guy.
He tapped on a keyboard that the high desk hid, the clicking noise fast and sure. “Ah...there you are. Room four o four, overlooking the street. King bed, non smoking with Jacuzzi tub. The street side is the nicest and at that level, the sound is muted.” He grinned and looked over at her. “May I have your credit card please? I’ll only charge it when you check out.”
She fumbled in her purse and produced her wallet. When she slid the card across the smooth surface of the desk, she remarked, “That’s fine. How is the restaurant in the hotel? We’re tired and—”
“It’s excellent. And for a small fee, you can enjoy whatever you’d like in the comfort of your room. Put your jammies on and kick back, just like at home.” He printed the invoice and handed the card back to her.
Matt appeared at her side, looking quizzically at the desk clerk.
Without missing a beat, Beau turned to him and continued talking. “Mr. Johnson, welcome. As I was saying to your lovely wife, if you are tired, we will be happy to bring your dinner to your room. The extra cost is paltry, compared to the added comfort.” He handed an envelope containing the room passes to Matt. With a smile he added, “Beau Claire, Sir. Anything you need to know, remember, ‘Beau Knows’.”
“You know what Beau? After a six hour drive, soaking in the tub and having room service, sounds great. You talked me into it.” Matt slipped the envelope into his pocket and placed his arm over Elena’s shoulder, turning to follow the cart and bellhop to the elevator.
When they stepped inside, there was a quiet comfortable silence going up to their floor. They stepped out and followed the skinny young man down the hall to their room. He opened the door and took the bags inside, while Matt fished in his pocket for a tip.
Elena slipped her high heels off, and basked in the comfort of the plush carpeting under her feet. When the door closed and Matt stepped closer he slid his arms around her, pulling her body into his and planting a kiss on the top of her head.
“Remember the last time we were together in a hotel room?” His voice was a low rumble, she felt and heard. He pulled at the hem of her top, lifting it higher, until it passed over her head and arms.
There was a tug low in her tummy, picturing the last time they’d been alone like this, in a strange room, with a strange bed. It had been decadent fun. She stood in her bra and skirt, pressing into his body, feeling his cock grow firmer. Oh yeah. He was definitely picturing it too.
She stepped back and walked into the bathroom. The ivory whirlpool tub was set in the corner with a marble step leading up to it. She flipped the lever turning the faucet on and went back into the bedroom area. Matt stood looking out the window at the street view while unbuttoning his shirt. When he slipped it off, the wide fullback size shoulders, the muscle definition of his back leading down to a trim waist and hips, made her smile. Standing there the way he was, he could have been a model for a sculptor or painter, a true work of art.
Coming up behind him, her hands slid over the sides of his waist and she kissed his warm flesh, snuggling close. There was a pop of the snap of his jeans opening and then the clicks of his zipper lowering, her fingers already sliding down his firm tummy. His cock was getting harder and thicker with each roll of her hand on the shaft.
“Someone’s pretty horny. I guess you missed me, huh?” His hand closed over hers and he pulled it away. When he turned he kissed her with just the faintest of touches, his tongue skimming the inside of her lips.
There was a quick tug of her bra as he slipped the fasteners and it fell loose over her arms. She shed it quickly and pressed her mouth harder onto his, her hands pushing the jeans lower. He was rock hard now, the tip oozing a dollop of pre-cum that she massed into the satin head, and down the ridged columns of his shaft.
His hands cupped her ass and he squeezed her flesh before applying a sharp slap. “Hey, we have all night, Babe.” He slid his pants down and sat on the edge of the bed, removing his sock and shoes. “I’ll check the bath.” He smiled and got up walking slowly to the bathroom.
She felt a tingle between her legs watching his cock bob and the hollow in the side of his butt cheek. It was difficult to know which was more enticing--that hollow or the muscles in his back. In a flash she was out of the skirt and skimming the stockings down her legs. There was something liberating and erotic about walking around nude, especially in a hotel.
When she entered the bathroom, he lounged casually in the tub, arms splayed casually on the sides. “Before you get in, would you get us a couple beers? I think we could probably use one.”
“Sure.” She turned and went over to the bar fridge against the far wall. It seemed like Matt was purposely drawing this out, making her wait. It was a trick he sometimes used to tease her and amp up the tension, so that when he did fuck her, she’d go off like fireworks, hot and fast. He didn’t do it often but when he did–look out!
She opened the beer and sauntered back into the bathroom, holding the icy bottles against her nipples. Sure enough, when she handed his to him, his gaze lowered for a moment and he smiled. She set hers on the ledge and climbed in, facing him, her back against the other side. It was hot and delicious, the water swirling over her muscles.
“We should get one of these, or maybe a hot tub.” She slid forward, bending her knees and sinking lower in the water until it lapped at her chin.
“When the kids have left the nest, we’ll get a hot tub. I can’t see the point if we have to wear bathing suits.” He took a long swig of beer and set it on the ledge.
His fingers caressed her foot, separating and massaging each toe. The warm sensation that flooded from her feet and up her legs was wonderful, so relaxing. But when he lifted her foot and his lips closed over her big toe, his tongue swirling around it, a jolt of lust shot through her pussy. Oh God, he was treating her toe like it was a cock, sucking and licking it. Her breath got slow and ragged through open lips.
He set her foot back in the water and edged closer, his legs intertwined with hers. His fingers skimmed her legs higher and higher until he reached her pussy. She reached for him but he gently pushed her hands away.
“No. Let me do this. I’ve been thinking of this all the way here.” His voice was soft and he looked at her with smouldering eyes.
She sat back, relaxing in the warm water, her legs laying limp and open, and closed her eyes, waiting. His fingers were soft as a feather gliding over her pussy lips...up and down until she ached for him to spread them, touch her clit and fill her.
“Do you like that?” He whispered.
She nodded and her lips parted, curling her pelvic bone up and rolling her pussy harder on his fingers. Her leg lifted out of the water and rested on the side of the tub, opening herself fully to him. Still his fingers caressed just the outer lips. Oh God, she needed more. “Finger me, shove it inside...” It came out as a hoarse plea, her hips rocking wantonly.
He leaned closer and now both of his hands played on her pussy. With a slow steady pressure his fingers parted her more and his thumb teased her clit softly. A whimper rolled in her throat and she sucked in a gulp of air, almost panting at the thrill of it.
His fingers pushed into her cunt, thrusting in and out a few times. Her eyes opened wide when one of them pushed into her ass. The intrusion of his finger or thumb or whatever caused a burning sensation in her anus, but his other hand continued to tease her clit, sending waves of pleasure there.
After a few moments when the burning eased, there was increased pressure, more going in her ass, splitting
her apart. The vulnerability of her pussy to the invasion of his hands incensed her passion to a higher level. “Oh fuck...don’t stop...please…”
It was building. Her heart pounding and the blood racing through her body, greedy hunger claiming her. She hooked her other leg over the side of the tub, spreading herself wide, opening herself to new heights of pleasure, her cunt and asshole impaled on his hand. Her hands clenched onto the grab rails, her knuckles turning white.
“That’s it, baby! Right there! Let it go!” Matt pushed harder into her openings, his thumb a whir on her clit.
“Fuuuuuck!” It was a rumbling moan that erupted from her chest, her body quivering in the throes of ecstasy. Her pussy; no, her hot cunt tightened, creaming his fingers, ass hot and filled with him. Another electric wave rolled through her body, spreading from her core. Her hips convulsed in a final jerk riding the wave until it crashed over her.
She gasped, struggling for air, coming down from the hot ride of pleasure. Her eyes blinked wide a few times and she grinned with wonderment. Matt’s hands slipped out of her and he strained forward to kiss her lips. Her fingers ran through his hair, cupping him closer still.
“Oh wow! That was amazing.” She breathed the words into his ear.
“You’re amazing. I love you.” He kissed her neck and her jaw, ending with a deep kiss to her lips.
She giggled for a moment. “What is it about hotel rooms and us? It hasn’t been this intense at home!”
He chuckled and nuzzled her neck again. “Here’s to a great date weekend.”
Chapter 5 -
“I say black,
You say white.
I say bark,
You say bite...”
—Queen, Bicycle
It was wonderful to be able to sleep in—no ferrying kids to gymnastics, football or swimming. Elena’s parents signed up for that weekend chore, thank God. Matt sat up and enjoyed his second cup of coffee, watching some silly talk show, while the soft hiss of the shower spray drifted from the bathroom.
The night before had been so relaxing. After the Jacuzzi, they’d enjoyed dinner in bed, taking in an old movie, falling asleep well after midnight.
When the shower shut off, he got out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Elena was towelling off, her hair wet and streaming past her shoulders. Her deep blue eyes met his and for a moment she looked shy, her cheeks pink when she stepped out of the glass enclosure. It reminded him of the time they’d first started dating, that shy look. Despite the fact that she was in her mid thirties, she could still pass as a woman in her twenties. Her skin was smooth with only a few laugh lines at the corners of her eyes and of course, her body was slim from jogging.
“What do you want to do today?” The towel draped around her body, and she tucked the ends between her breasts. “Not shopping. I’ve had enough of that in the last two days, selecting the spring line-up.”
He turned the shower spray on and looked over at her before answering. “You won’t hear me complaining about that. How about doing some touristy things, like a museum or botanical gardens? You decide. I’m having a shower and then taking you some place nice for brunch.”
***
It was a little past six in the evening when Matt and Elena entered the hotel again. He spied Beau at the front desk and touched Elena’s arm. “You go on up to the room. I want to talk to Beau to find a good place for dinner.”
She smiled and stepped away, heading for the elevator. “Okay, see you in a little while.”
Actually, there was one other thing to talk to Beau about that Elena would love. The evening at Brandie’s had been a disaster but Elena had chosen it because of the dancing. It had been awhile and this was a surprise she’d really like. Beau would know, or so he claimed anyway.
When Beau finished checking in the older couple at the desk, he flashed a smile at Matt. “Hey, my man. How was the sight-seeing tour?”
Matt grinned, nodding his head. “You were right, man. We got to see all the touristy sites and didn’t exhaust ourselves walking. That double decker bus is something else. Thanks for that tip. Now for this evening...”
“You want a nice dinner? Greek, Japanese, Italian? What were you thinking?” Beau grinned and leaned forward, his dark eyes twinkling.
“A nice steak, good old USDA prime. But after, I’d like to take the wife out dancing.” Matt shoved his hands in his pockets, jingling some coins in his hands.
“Ah...you got kids, right? A nice romantic weekend away from them, just you and the missus.” Beau kept nodding his head. “I know what that’s like. Got three at home myself. Love them to death but sometimes, having them underfoot all the time’s a drag.”
“Yeah. I hear you, man. I was thinking of dancing. Someplace that’s not been taken over by the college set, someplace kind of fun and romantic.” He didn’t have to spell out the fiasco at Brandie’s. Beau was a family guy like him, he’d know what he meant.
Beau leaned in closer still and his eyebrows bobbed a couple times. “A place for couples like you and your wife. Someone who’s been married a while and wants to keep the spark alive. Is that it?” Beau’s voice had dropped and he glanced over at the other desk clerk.
“Yeah. A place where people in our age group can kick back and enjoy themselves. Slow dance and—”
“Got it. I know a place that sounds like what you want. You got to dress to impress. The clientele is... mature and open minded. The cover charge is forty dollars a couple.”
Matt’s eyes opened wider for a moment. Wow! That was pretty steep, just to get in! But at those prices, not many college kids would want to go and the price was for couples. What the heck did Beau mean, ‘open minded’? Maybe there was a fair number of gay and lesbian customers. That wasn’t Elena or his gig, but hey! They could be as open minded as anyone else. Beau probably took him for being more of a hick than he was.
“Must be a nice place, huh?” He watched the big grin spreading on Beau’s face in answer to his question.
“Why don’t you start with Benny’s Steakhouse which is a few blocks away, and then call a cab to take you to Eden. That’s the name of the club. It will rekindle...” He laughed and looked down at the counter for a moment. “I don’t have to say more. I know what you want.”
Matt grinned and slipped a ten spot across the counter at Beau. The guy had sure pointed them in the right direction for the afternoon of sightseeing. Hell, Beau was wasted working as a desk clerk. He should be with the chamber of commerce or something. He had the pulse of all the right places. “Thanks, bro. Sounds like a great time tonight.”
Beau nodded and smiled, his hand closing over the bill.
Chapter 6
“Would you like to swing on a star?
Carry moonbeams home in a jar....
--Bing Crosby, Swinging on a Star
Elena held Matt’s hand sitting in the back of the taxi taking them to ‘Eden’. She snuggled closer and looked up at him. “This is so thoughtful of you. You knew I wanted to go dancing and look, here we are.” This was one of the reasons she loved him so much. She’d heard other women complain about their husbands, about how they took everything for granted. Thank goodness Matt wasn’t like that.
He turned and kissed her forehead. “Beau steered me onto this place.” He turned and peered out the window. “And what the hell, we get to see Brooklyn, too.”
She glanced ahead out the front windshield beside the cab driver. The heavy stone towers of the Brooklyn Bridge passed over them, the support cables for the roadway creating a spider web of steel as their taxi flashed past.
She felt the ‘going out’ anticipation flutter in her stomach. This was going to be fun, getting out and dancing.
The taxi slowed down and pulled up to the curb in front of a brick warehouse with the neon pink sign ‘Eden’ mounted over the door. The driver turned and his gaze roamed over Elena’s face, a small close-lipped smile forming on his lips. “Well, here we are… have a good time!” He then wink
ed at them both.
Elena reached for the door handle and slid over the seat while Matt paid the driver. When she got out, she spied a couple walking towards the club. They looked to be in their early forties, trim and the woman wore impossibly high, spiked heels. From the way they looked, it was a good thing that Beau had advised ‘dress to impress’ and they followed his advice. Better still, if that was the age range of the clientele this would be great—no Brandie’s fiasco with the barely legal age set.
Matt appeared beside her and took her hand leading the way to the front door. From the outside Eden looked as non-descript as a news stand. There were no flashy lights nor outside speakers, just the club’s name in neon and a floodlight over a door that was a plain black metal entrance.
She stepped through the door when Matt held it open for her and saw a high counter with two people standing behind it. The couple she’d noticed on the sidewalk were paying their cover. Music pulsed in the air from a passageway that opened up past the counter. Yes! It was a song popular when she and Matt had first dated and gone to clubs. Her hips began to roll a little in time with the melody and lyrics.
When the first couple were through, she stepped up to the counter beside Matt. The woman behind the counter, her big hooped earrings glinting under a short pixie cut, smiled up at Matt. Her light blue eyes, framed with heavy dark lashes were friendly, and the look she shot Matt bordered on flirty.
“Welcome to Eden. Do you have a membership?” She glanced over at Elena and her smile widened in welcome, revealing a perfect set of teeth.
Elena’s stomach fell and her eyebrows drew together while Matt answered the woman. “Uh… no, we’re in New York on business and are just looking for a night on the town.”
The young woman shook her head and reached under the counter before sliding a form across the smooth tiled countertop. “Not a problem— we’ll just admit you guys as out of town members then. Just fill out the form, pay the fee and we’ll be all set.”