The Waiting Room

by Annabel Lucas

  Shane looked up at the man towering above her, completely at her mercy. He was rocked back on his feet, staring at the ceiling with his heaving chest. She took him in her mouth again and began to bob, feeling his muscles loosen with the pleasure. She stroked his cock as she moved her lips over him, twirling her tongue. Stroke and suck; stroke, and suck, she brought him higher. His fingers were in her hair, applying light pressure on her scalp. The direction she’d taken was not precisely directing but quite commendable. He was gentle with her, content to touch as she pleased him. Her pussy tingled, she was so wet. His cock throbbed against her hand as she stroked him, stroking and squeezing, up and down, so slippery. She loved how he felt in her hand. She could feel his climax rising in the pulse of the cock in her lips.

  No, no. No baby. She pulled back, tasting the precum on her lips. Her fingers circling the base of his dick, squeezing it back. She sat perky and smug smiling up at him as she licked her lips, her lower lip caught in her teeth. She bit her lip and sucked, missing the feel of his cock in her mouth, as he gathered her up in his arms.

  His mouth came down on hers; his kiss was hungry. Fire adequately stoked. His hands moved on her face and in her hair, then slid down her back, around her waist, pulling her to him, he pressed her into the shower wall—no longer content with the tease.

  Shane squealed as he flattened her body against the cold tile. The discomfort was momentary; the shock of the cold slipping away as he touched, kissed, and possessed her. His hands hovered over her, feeding the desire between her legs. He lifted her leg at the knee, opening her to him and she felt his cock brush against her.

  “Oh,” the noise escaped her lips without permission. He felt so fucking good. Ryan moved into her again, thick and hard, sliding through the slippery folds of her pussy. Oh. Now she knew where the goosebumps came from. Shane wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he shifted his weight and entered her. Thick and hard, with gravity aiding him, he let her sink into him.

  Oh god. Her heart pounded in her chest, breath coming quickly, as he began to move his hips. Her pussy clenched around him, so hot and wanting from the shower. Shane trembled in his arm pinned between the cold tile of the shower wall and the heat of his body. The climax spread through her legs as he fucked her. Ryan's hands on her ass as he leaned into her, opened her hips, wider. Fucking her deeper and spreading her apart, the orgasm lit up in her knees, spreading like wildfire through her thighs as he moved inside her. Deeper and deeper with each thrust, he stoked the fire inside her. He kissed her, hands everywhere.

  She could not find words. Only her distinct pleasure echoed in the emptiness of the hotel bathroom. The climax rose inside her, beyond the walls of her pussy, her breath quick and out of balance. She held him as he worked, finally catching the rhythm of his body. Her muscles turned liquid in his arms, moving in time with him she fucked him back, her hips thrusting, her body on fire and his name a prayer on her lips.

  Shane let her head fall backward, his head on her shoulder, breathing raged as she came again, sobbing out cries of pleasure. Shane held on, trembling legs locked around his waist as he moved inside her, her muscles contracting around him.

  “I’m cuming, I’m cuming.” She slurred the words into his kiss, into his chest. Spurring him on and driven by her words, she was done. “Fuck, oh god,” her words coming in hiccups, “you feel so good, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

  He groaned into her. His mouth on her skin, hands on her ass, he breathed into her kiss as he let her body slid to the ground and turned off the water in the shower. With intentions on taking the party to the next room, between kisses came a gentle instruction, "Come,” his lips on hers. Needing and sucking, with his tongue against hers, “with me.”

  The remnant of soap was long gone now. Only the faint smell of baby oil remained on her hands. Behind her, he turned the knob stopping the shower's flow. Shane pressed the door open and stepped out into the steam. She walked into it blindly, unable to see through the haze, her hand outstretched to find the doorknob. She opened the door so that the steam could mingle with the arctic air beyond.

  Shane dried herself and ran her fingers through her tangled curls. She was curious. He had not cum. He dried off and wrapped the towel around his narrow waist with his cock still thick and hard.

  Her legs were trembling so badly she didn’t know if she could walk. She sat on the side of the tub to apply lotion to her now clean and dry legs, to let the trembling subside.

  Ryan stood at the window, curtains drawn wide, watching the strip down below. The desert sky lit with sunrise fire. The beauty she’d seen while he slept increased tenfold.

  Shane wrapped her arms around him, standing on tiptoe to kiss the back of his shoulder. Her belly rubbed against the rough towel wrapped around his waist. He reached for her and pulled her in for a kiss before pulling her in front of him.

  She now stood in a better vantage point to see the strip below, which was good and bad. Good, because it was a magnificent view. Bad, because as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun, she realized she was naked and on display for anyone who happened to walk by and look up.

  Ryan had moved behind her, his hands gently cupped her lovely breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers, kneading and pinching, light fingers caressing. The touch aroused her, and she leaned back into him, a solid mass behind her. His cock still needed her.

  His hand slid over her stomach and hips, fingers tracing pattern-less patterns as she leaned into him. His fingers were between her legs now, circling directly on her clit. Arousal jolted her, and she stretched her hands out to steady herself. His feet were between hers as he guided her forward and widened her stance.

  His fingers pleased her, making her warm, pliable. She eased forward against the window and rocked her hips back into him, as he rubbed. Only the damp towel separated her wet pussy from his needy cock. Shane arched her back, steadying herself as his fingers increased their pace.

  The hotel window ran the length of the room. It stood from floor to ceiling overlooking the strip below. He took one step and then another, forcing her forward. Shane no longer had to reach for the window to brace herself; she could lean into it. She felt his hand between her shoulder blades, easing her against the warm glass. Shane laid her cheek against it, her tight nipples and round breasts followed. She imagined how she looked from the other side. Her tits pressed into the glass, hair a mess; her body was undone by his fingers. Undone by fingers that still worked her and she didn't ever want him to stop.

  His fingers slid through her wet pussy, and she felt the towel fall away. He was there, cock pressing into her. Pleasure rippled through her limbs, and she bore into it. She pressed into him, leveraging the window for stability as he entered her, fucking her to please only himself. His patience and self-constraint used up in the shower. He shifted as he lengthened his thrusts, and she felt his hands on her hips. Pleasure flooded her. She could hardly bear it. So good. So, fucking good.

  Please. Please. Jesus. Please. She didn’t know what she was begging for. That her legs would hold her? That no one on the street would recognize her as the naked girl pressed against the glass and the way the orgasm tore through her as he fucked her mercilessly? That he would not stop? That he would never stop fucking her? The thoughts moved through her brain like his fingers between her legs, with lightning speed. She looked down and watched the passing people, thrilled that someone might look up to see her. Spread-eagle, presented for their pleasure as he pleased her, fucking her until she couldn’t think.

  He’d opened her up to a higher plane of pleasure. She felt the next orgasm start deep in her belly. It was not the crashing waves of orgasms she’s experienced before, but the slow rise of climax spreading through her limbs, warm and complete, oh god. Yes, I’m cuming. I’m cuming. His body was against hers, moving inside her, skin to skin as she came, and he followed. Shane felt his body ridge, his cock working inside her, pumping cum into her, and she tightened around hi
m. That beautiful thick cock, spending its load. She shifted her hips and felt him inhale slightly, his nerves on fire, sensitive to every touch. Shane had him shuddering, on the edge of whisper movement her body created. She tipped her head back into him, and he met her mouth as his cock withdrew from between her legs. He drew the blackout curtains back to their original place and cast the room into darkness before he led her to the rumpled bed. She followed, sliding between the sheets as he drew her in with hands and kisses and the promise of sleep.

  When she woke again, he was gone. A note lay on her pillow with the key to her hotel room.

  S – Golfing. I didn’t want to wake you. Be back to get you for lunch at 11. Ry.

  Eleven? Jesus. What time was it? He’d drawn the curtains to let her sleep. Shane stretched and yawned, releasing the sleep of post-orgasmic bliss from her limbs. The blackout curtains imitated the darkness associated with the night.

  Beyond them, the desert sun beat down on the strip below, and Shane could not stop the smile from curling at her lips as she thought of all those people passing by on the street below, wondering which of them had seen the Ryan and Shane show.

  CHAPTER 3

  The Course

  T he elevator came to a gentle stop on the main floor. She had showered, again, a function for a proper bath and eventually gained access to her hotel room. For today's excursion, she'd selected dark-gray slacks and a burgundy fitted top. The top was silky and clung to her just a little. Beneath it, she wore sheer lace barely-there underwear. The panties covered her well pleased pussy and had a line of fabric that shifted between her cheeks as she moved. Her body was sore from this morning's romp. She still felt her legs trembling. She was grateful she had her boots on, instead of tasking her tired legs with a fifteen-hour workday in a four-inch heel.

  Shane glanced at her watch; it read ten minutes to eleven. Right on time. She stepped out of the elevator into the hotel’s lobby; her muscles ached a little, a delightful remembrance of this morning’s events.

  The hotel was magnificent, bigger than she thought when she first walked in. Harvest, Anthony’s delightful restaurant, was across the hall. It was dark and quiet, not yet open for lunch. Shane watched for a moment, two members of the lunch crew stood between the tables in the shadows, getting ready for the lunch rush in the last moments of quiet.

  While she and Ryan had played, and she slept, the hotel had come alive. She scanned the lobby, searching the stores beyond the people, seeking coffee. Her desire for the liquid gold quickly growing into a necessity. As she took in the lay of the land, the options unfolded before her; a Starbucks packed with people patiently waiting was directly in front of her on the far side of the lobby. There was also a little snack bar that had to have coffee. Might as well be Starbucks. She worked her way toward Starbucks. So many people.

  Shane felt the blood rise to her cheeks, remembering the way Ryan had spread her out against the glass enough for anyone who looked up to see the folds of her pussy, his cock buried inside her. Their private pleasure was on display for anyone to see; to watch how his cock fucked her until she came. Uninvited guests invited to watch their desire as it unfolded, and how she'd loved it.

  “Shane!”

  Startled, Shane looked around to see who had called her name. The hotel lobby came back into focus as she was pulled from her reminiscence—so many people.

  “Shane.” He called again. Not Ryan. She watched as Michael emerged from the crowd, two cups of coffee in hand. People lined up at Starbucks, winding between rope barriers Disney Style, waiting for their turn. It looked like Michael had just gotten escaped from the queue.

  "Michael!" She smiled, waving at a familiar face in the crowd.

  "Good morning!" He raised the coffee in his right hand. "I picked up one for you too." He nodded at the line. "It's terrible. The line never goes down. I thought you might want coffee without the wait." He grinned at her.

  “Yes, thank you. That sounds wonderful.” She took the warm cup from him and breathed in the aroma “Smells delicious.”

  "Let's sit down." he paused, eyes scanning the room, "Here.” I've got one." Michael gestured to her and moved in the direction of a small corner table in the lobby.

  She watched him go for a moment before she followed.

  Michael was stocky, not quite six foot tall. He was dressed in khaki pants and Vino polo. The cuffs of the polo stretched snugly around his thick biceps. His well-worked muscle was revealed in the shirt. He was two steps ahead of her moving through the crowd that seemed to have a life of its own. It moved as one large entity through open spaces. Its chatter a constant buzz- Vegas baby.

  “This is better.” He was right. Away from the center of the room, it was quieter and easier to talk. "Have you been to Vegas before?" He asked.

  She shook her head.

  He lowered his head conspiratorially. “I’ll tell you a secret; this place never, ever sleeps.”

  Shane laughed. "Really?” “There’s too much to do than waste time sleeping.”

  “Right? Welcome to the place to be," he teased, and then his face grew more serious. "We are so glad you could join us on this trip."

  Shane laughed again “thank you, me too. How was the golf game this morning?”

  He grinned. "Shane seriously, it was fabulous." She knew this already; she'd made the bookings. The pictures looked beautiful.

  Michael made a face. “The course was fantastic. Absolutely beautiful. The players, well, we were scrambling a bit at the last minute this morning.”

  Shane frowned. “What happened?”

  “Micah wasn’t feeling well. That happens sometimes. Tess stood in for him.” He read the concern in her eyes, shaking his head. “It was fine. Tess loved it, and Micah got to sleep. Win-win.”

  Shane nodded, listening.

  “The course was great, and it felt like we were out there on our own. I’m not sure how you worked that magic, especially on a Saturday morning.”

  She smiled, nodding. "Well, that's exactly the way it should be! I'm so glad you were able to enjoy the course." As for how she worked the magic. That was what she did. This time, she'd traded favors to get the course to delay the party for an extra fifteen minutes, giving her golfing foursome extra time to enjoy their round. She wasn't surprised that they hadn't run into the group before or after them. The trick gave her golfers the illusion that they were the only ones on the coveted course.

  “We loved it. Haven’t played that particular course before, but we used to play when we were kids,” he took a sip of his coffee. “You know, me, Drew and Ryan.”

  “Did Tess play too?

  "Not so much, but she's a great golfer." He pointed and stood. "Here, they come."

  Shane looked across the hall to see Micah and Tess in the lead, her arm curled around his. Ryan and Drew trailed behind. The group was sun-kissed and smiling.

  The morning’s golf outing had been a hit; Shane could hear their praise even from a distance. Tess and Micah reached her first.

  Tess's laughter was infectious, Micah and the guys were laughing at something she'd said. Her golden hair was tied in a high ponytail. She wore a visor to block the morning sun; the Vino logo on it matched the one on her white polo. The short golf skirt highlighted long tan legs, and she was tall, even in her golf shoes. The curve of her hips and her breasts filled out the little outfit nicely, making Shane want to reach out to touch. Her face flushed with the idea, but she could not stop thinking about how soft the curve of Tess's breast would feel under her fingers.

  As Tess moved, Shane could see a narrow strip of her belly between the athletic skirt that rode on the curve of her hips and the white cropped polo that cut-off high to allow easy movement. Her taut skin stretched across the span of her hips and disappeared in a curve under her top.

  Jesus! Shane. An incredulous voice scolded in her head. She shook it away.

  Ryan came into view, and her heart jumped. Her desire for him was as strong as her interest in watching
Tess’ softer form. He was dressed for the game; in khaki pants and a dark polo. His dark hair was a stark contrast to Tess’ golden locks. She was laughing because he’d said something funny. The foursome closed in on them.

  “Good morning, Miss Shane.” He said, his eyes crinkled at the edges, reflecting the smile on his face. Shane felt the heat of his gaze. Their night together was a shared secret. She felt his eyes slid over her with a whisper touch. Her barely-there panties dampened. She should be used to that by now.

  “Good morning, Ryan.” She smiled. “How was the game?” She felt like their cruise director. Tess answered before he could.

  “Amazing. We had so much fun.” To emphasize her praise, Tess reached forward and gave Shane’s hand a gentle squeeze.

  Ryan nodded. “It was. We had a great time. It’s the best I’ve played in months.”

  "Must be the company, old man." Drew interjected.

  Ryan laughed and shifted his shoulder into his friend’s chest. The men had slipped into the camaraderie as easy as Ryan seemed to have done with Tess. He had relaxed in the last twenty-four hours. She could see it in the way he moved, in his skin.

  She watched as he played. When he returned to her, he leaned down close and whispered. “Thank you for this morning.”

  “You’re very welcome.” Shane laughed, pleased with his praise but not sure if he meant the golf game or the pregame party. Ryan re-entered the conversation with Michael and Drew. She did not need to hear the exchange to understand that these bonds ran deep.

  She let them talk, looking for an opening, the natural pause to their conversation. When she found it, she stepped in. Drawing herself up to her full five-foot five stature.