Now that was something new.
And what a surprise it was. When Joanne texted me the hotel information a few days later, I was stunned to find out she had booked one of the best hotels in the city, a place even my very liberal expense account didn’t cover. I’d been to the hotel before, for dinners, but had never stayed.
I arrived in town in the afternoon, having taken a morning flight instead of a redeye, giving up a day of work for this. If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on work at the office anyway, especially on little sleep, so I did what I could on the plane.
I landed in the very late afternoon and went directly to the hotel, where Joanne had promised a room key would be waiting. It was. I’d stayed in more hotels than I could remember, for hundreds of nights, but this was the first time one had been paid for me by a woman. I felt a little odd picking up the key, wondering what the desk clerk was thinking. Maybe this happened all the time, a wife leaving a key for a man who was presumably her husband. The clerk, a dark European guy, was efficient and polite, his tone giving me no indication of what might be on his mind. With the key he handed me a small envelope.
It was a bit of a head rush, though. A woman renting a fancy room for me. I wondered if she was paying for it. Or if her husband was.
The room was large, plush. A nice red bottle of wine on the credenza, an iced bucket of sparkling water.
A king sized bed.
I dropped my bag on the bed, thought about it, and moved it to the closet. There was a closed door across from the large bathroom, I thought it might be a suite, but the door was locked, probably leading to an adjoining room, or a living room if the room were being rented as a business suite.
I sat on the bed and opened the envelope. All it said was 7 pm.
I realized I didn’t know what Joanne’s handwriting looked like. For some reason I found that both funny and sad. How could you have all the sex that we’d had and not know someone’s handwriting? Joanne probably didn’t know mine either.
I had a few hours. I unpacked and headed back out. I knew I had to get something to eat, because I there’d be no time for food later.
Back in the hotel, I took a shower. I was uncharacteristically nervous, not like me at all, as I waited, listlessly flipping through the tv channels. Finally I shut it off and just sat, clearing my mind. I’d never had an experience like this before, knowing with certainty I was going to be with a woman for the last time. It was a very odd feeling.
When I heard the keycard in the lock I took one last look at the lavish room, wanting to set it in my memory.
To say that Joanne looked beautiful didn’t do justice to the word. Her hair was up, her eyes glittering, poised and elegant and sensual all at the same time, a look I’d rarely seen anyone pull off, and no one did it as naturally as Joanne. All were part of her very DNA, not feigned or practiced. Just what and who she was.
Joanne took three steps into the room and stopped, a small smile on her lips. She was wearing a slim black dress, not so little as to be slutty, yet one that showed a lot of her legs, a lot of her upper chest and toned arms. A dress that clung to her body like a tight knit stocking, following every curve, an invitation for a man to run his hand along it.
I had stood as the door opened, and for a long moment, or maybe more, we just took each other in.
“I appear to be a bit underdressed,” I said. I was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt, but I think even if I had been in my tux I would have still felt the same way.
“There are two ways of fixing that,” Joanne said, her eyes dancing. “And only one of them would require you to change.” She looked around the room. “Do you like it?”
“I do, but even more now that you are here.”
Joanne set her bag on the credenza. “Our last time together, and now you start to flatter me?”
There. She had said it. Our last time together. Probably for the best, getting it out of the way.
I crossed the room and opened the wine. If we had been in my apartment, we’d already have been naked. We had the whole night, and I wanted this to be different. I think she did too.
I handed her a glass of wine.
“To new beginnings,” I said. Making it clear to her that I had heard her message, and I was okay with it. A part of me wondered if she’d also take that as my acceptance of her new lover, the one who would replace me. Something I didn’t really accept at all. If she were mine, I’d fight like anything to keep another man away from her.
But she wasn’t mine. I could take her, I always could have taken her, even in ways she said she didn’t want to be taken, but that wouldn’t have made her mine.
Joanne hesitated just a bit, her eyes softening, maybe just a hint of regret. “To new experiences,” she said, and clinked my glass.
“Are we going to do something new?” I asked.
Joanne took a sip of wine and indicated the room. “This. Unless you do this a lot? Married woman arranging a hotel room for you to meet?”
“I’d never do this for anyone but you,” I said.
“Never say never.”
“You’re right. I’ve said never before. About married women. And here we are.”
Joanne set down her glass. “Yes. Now, about me being overdressed. Can you please take care of that for me?”
I took a nice hit on the wine, it was quite good, someone knew their wine. I wondered if she had ordered it. Or maybe her husband. Just as I wondered if he had chosen what she was wearing. But tonight, I didn’t really want to talk about all that.
For tonight, it would be just the two of us, me and Joanne, no husband, no other lovers.
I set down my wine and gathered her in my arms. Our kiss was slow and deep, not the rush of pent up desire, but the slow ignition of a controlled blaze. Yet even with that, there was an intensity, our intensity, one that had existed from the first moment we had touched.
I pulled away, just wanting to look at her. I moved a single strand of hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, I didn’t want anything to keep me from their depths.
“Hold me,” she said, even though I already was.
I could feel her body through the dress, every curve, every muscle, just as if she had been naked, because I had memorized every inch of her. She slipped her hands around my back, pulling me close.
Her face was pressed against my chest as she said, “Tonight, more than any other time, I want to feel you in me.”
As answer, I slowly unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she was completely naked.
“For me?” I asked.
“For us.” Joanne stepped away from her dress and led me to the bed. “How do you want me? Bent over, in my heels? On my hands and knees on the bed? On top of me?”
I put my hand on her neck, running my finger down between her breasts, circling each one, my fingers not touching her areoles, but her nipples still hardened, little bumps shooting up like geysers around the darker skin. “Yes,” I said.
She laughed, a good laugh. “We’d better get started then.”
“We have all night.”
Joanne put her finger on my lip. “Let’s not talk about time.”
I did want to do everything she had said, and all the things she had left unsaid. And more.
I pushed her gently onto the bed so that she was sitting. “Cross your legs.”
Joanne didn’t even hesitate, didn’t frown, didn’t ask me why. And that was what made her so special.
She crossed her legs, and I stepped back to admire them. They were the most amazing legs I had ever seen, and I’d seen my share. I wanted this to be another thing etched in my mind, her tight thighs, holding their shape even as she sat, her calf muscles, her slender ankles, a hint of a arch in her foot teasing me from her heels.
I’d never seen a woman in quite this position, naked, her legs crossed in front of me, for me.
Although I knew I’d never forgot, I wanted one thing more. I pic
ked up my phone from the dresser and knelt down in front of her.
I held the phone up. “Just the legs, I promise.”
She smiled, she seemed genuinely pleased. “Of course.”
I took only one photo, just as she was, the picture from her belly button to the bottom of her heels.
I showed her the photo. “I would never share it,” I said.
Joanne looked up at me. “I know. I trust you.” Then came a different smile, and the mischievous gleam. “Although I do have to ask why you need a picture. Are you going to forget me so soon?”
I dropped to my knees in front of her, and slowly removed her shoe from the top leg. I kissed her ankle as I removed the other one. “Never. It’s just not possible.”
She pulled me up. “Good. And I’m glad that you’ve solved my overdressed problem, but you can’t be on your knees. That’s not who you are. Or what I want.”
From me, I filled in. Maybe she had another lover for that. Or her husband.
I stood before her, and she leaned forward, kissing my cock through my pants, Making me long to be in her mouth.
As was her way of knowing what I was thinking, but shifting it just a bit, she said, “I can’t wait to have you in me.”
I was surprised when she kept mouthing me, she must have known what that would make me think of. I was even more surprised when she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down, her head still between my legs, her lips opening to kiss me through my boxers.
Her eyes snapped up at me, full of surprise herself. “Silk underwear!”
“You said mine were boring.”
“You remembered.”
“I told you, I’ll never forget any of it.”
“These aren’t the ones that I gave you,” she teased, a hint of a question.
I bit of what I might have said, something mean, that I was going to save those for another woman. Instead I said, “New experiences.”
Her lips traced my erection, nothing but thin woven strands of silk separating me from her, my cock pushing against the slick fabric. And then I was in her mouth, not bare, she had taken me fabric and all. And then she let me go, the instant so fleeting, but I hadn’t imagined it, I had been watching.
Damn this teasing woman. But how could you call a woman who you had fucked a tease?
Joanne pulled my boxers down and deftly removed them. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and as she reached down to free my slacks I was looking down her back, her graceful neck, the top of her ass. I realized this could have been anyone, yet if I had seen the back of a woman like this in a photo, even before experiencing this, I would have recognized who it was, so well did I know her body.
She slowly straightened up, letting her hair brush my balls, underneath my cock, the tip of it passing over her face, momentarily lost to my sight, did she kiss it on the way by? Did she have even the least bit of desire to take it in her mouth?
I’d never know. The moment was gone, she was standing up, removing my shirt.
And then we were both finally naked, a small space between us, I could feel her heat pulsate across it.
She pulled me to her, but I shook my head and grasped her upper arms. I held her like that, then leaned forward, letting my chest barely graze her nipples, then pulled away. Again and again, each time her nipples getting harder, longer, reaching for me. No other part of us touched, just my hands and the brushing of my chest against her nipples.
I let go my hands. “Stay,” I ordered.
I rocked back and forth, side to side, connected to her only by that those two points, now and then dipping down, letting my nipples touch hers one at a time. Joanne moaned and leaned into me, but I stepped back out of reach. “I told you to stay.”
Her eyes darted up. “So you can’t get what you want, so you deny me?” But there was no anger in her voice, or she disguised it well.
“We’re both here naked, and you talk of being denied?” I leaned into her and felt her buds jump at me.
“You fucking tease,” she said, with gritty emotion, but to me it sounded like lust.
“Tease? You should talk about tease. All those men in the office you drove crazy. If I wanted to tease you now, I’d suck on your nipples until they were ready to explode, then I’d put you back in that dress and march you downstairs to the bar where you couldn’t do anything except watch men stare at your breasts.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would. But I won’t, because that would waste the little time we have, and I want you all to myself.”
Joanne shook her head. “Remember, no talk about time,” she whispered. And then, it a surprisingly load voice, or maybe it just seemed that way to me, she said, “Are you going to fuck me, or just keep teasing me?”
I shoved her down on the bed. “So much for foreplay. I thought women wanted foreplay.”
She spread her legs open and held out her arms to me. “I had all the foreplay I needed the minute I walked into the room.”
I knelt between her legs, straddling myself over her, my cock quivering. I wasn’t sure I could take much foreplay, if she touched me again I might have come all over her.
Joanne reached for my cock, holding me very gently, perhaps knowing I was close to exploding, I felt like I had been pent up for years, and the least little touch would set me off. Slowly she used the tip of my cock to probe her labia, opening herself. She was already wet, as aroused as I was, even though we had barely touched each other since she had arrived.
Fuck, that turned me on, her being so ready, wanting me so much.
“Slow or all at once?” I asked.
She opened her mouth to reply, but I didn’t wait, I buried myself in her, desperate to experience that initial tightness, before she was wet even deep inside. Joanne gasped, I think I had surprised her again, her eyes wide.
“You came to get fucked,” I growled. “Maybe I won’t wait for you.”
“Then you’d better hurry,” she panted. “Come on, do it, do it. . .”
“Do what? What is it you want so much?” I could barely speak as I drove into her, not even trying to keep control.
“I want you to fuck me!” she yelled.
I’d never heard her like this, so vocal, it was such a turn on, I didn’t give a shit about the other guests.
“What’s that? You want me to fuck you? Anything else?” I was so close now, the pressure building.
“I want you to come in me! Shoot it in my pussy!”
And I did, the combination of our desire and how she clutched at me making it impossible for me to hold back. And her words, her begging for me, loud, demanding, almost pleading.
Her legs were spread wide, in the air, her arms hooked under her knees, her whole body quivering as I shot my load into her, my cock not able to go any deeper, hitting the depths of her, the power of my ejaculation doing what my cock couldn’t, reach even past her depths.
Then her legs were around me, holding me, my spasms igniting hers, her orgasm taking over from mine, building on it, her thighs squeezing me hard. While her body was still shuddering she locked her lips on mine, pulling at my tongue, like she wanted every part of me inside her somewhere. She kissed me deeper than we had ever kissed, her body still quivering, her mouth hungry, and like that we devoured each other. Her hips moved, back and forth, she was fucking me, I had nothing to give her but closeness and my heat and weight, so I shoved my hips forward, her belly a furnace, her feet riding up and down my calves.
Suddenly she began shake, I was holding down a bronco, if I hadn’t known better I would have thought she was fighting to break free, but her lips never left mine. And then she was trembling, her fingers digging sharply into my back.
Her teeth bit down on my lip, hard, she finally freed her mouth, her neck crushed against mine. “Oh god, oh god. . .”
Long moments passed, her body jerking uncontrollably, finally ending in one last tremor.
“That’s a first,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I’m glad for you.”
She leaned forward and gently kissed my lip. “I’m sorry I bit you.”
“I’m glad you did, otherwise I wouldn’t have known I was having any affect on you. That, and the scream was all I had to go on.”
“Scream?” she said, her voice playfully disbelieving. “Did I scream? What did I say?”
“Something about wanting me to fuck you.”
She shook her head. “Now I remember, but I don’t think that was it. I think it was when I said,”—she paused,—“I want you to come in my pussy!” Joanne had raised her voice, mimicking her scream. “Do you think that was it?”
“Something like that.”
Joanne ran her finger over my lips. “Well, if I didn’t get it right, I guess we could try again, couldn’t we?”
We fucked in all the positions Joanne had promised, and more. The room had grown darker, lit only by a sensual drift of the city lights reflected off the window, the drapes wide open.
I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was surprised at my reflection, I expected a tired, haggard man to be looking at me, but I was still magically invigorated. Joanne magic, vixen magic. But I needed a little break, I’d already come twice, and I didn’t want the night to end.
If only she’d let me lick her. Or take me in her mouth.
I forced the thought out of my head and went back into the bedroom, clicking off the light.
“Leave it on,” said Joanne, her sinuous body a warm olive against the white sheets, the comforter long since shoved to the floor. “I want to see you. I want to be seen.”
Which was fine with me. I left the bathroom door ajar, the light glinting in her eyes, even her hair dazzling, that too long since freed, flowing around her neck.
I sat next to her on the bed, my hand on her thigh, tracing along her hip. “You are so beautiful.”
“So are you,” she said.
“I thought I was the virile one.”
“You are both. Everything about your is beautiful. Your eyes. Your nose. Your chest. Your stomach. Your thighs—did I tell you I fantasize about how your thighs feel, when I have my hands on them, pulling you into me? And don’t get me started on your ass.”
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