Without Question

by Pamela Christine

  “Have you been here long?”

  “Not really, I managed to get off a bit earlier. Did you have a good trip?”

  “Yeah, it was fine.”

  We made small talk for a while and shared a bottle of good quality wine that was full of body, flavour and a high percentage of alcohol. Tom soon asked if I would like to get settled into the room. My stomach did a somersault and I nervously agreed. This was so alien to me — a secret rendezvous in a hotel – I couldn’t get my head round it.

  “You ok?” Tom asked. He must have noticed I was deep in thought.

  “Yes, I’m fine. Why?”

  “You just seem a little distant.”

  I glanced up at him and smiled as we entered the lift to go up to the room. I let my gaze fall and concentrated on the doors in front of me but could feel his eyes burning into me. I looked across at him, smiling nervously. What was I thinking? I hardly knew this man, and here I was about to share a hotel room with him far from home, not knowing what to expect. I turned and smiled at him again, and I knew that, however wrong it was, when I looked at his dark mahogany hair and chocolate brown eyes with little flecks of hazel, I knew I wanted him. And that’s all that mattered right now.

  We finally reached our floor and stepped out of the lift, walked a short distance along the corridor and came to a stop outside room 203. We were here. Tom slipped the card into the door and held it open as I stepped inside. He followed, and the door closed softly behind us. I turned back to face him, and he kissed me, the same way he did before in the doorway. I could hardly breathe as he pushed me against the wall, holding my arms up, kissing my neck, moving down towards my breasts, biting at my clothes.

  His lips met mine again. I could feel his cock pushing against me through his trousers. I felt so wet and I just wanted him inside me. I broke away from his grasp and tried to undo his belt, but I was shaking so much, it took a while. The frustration was beginning to build up. I undid the zip on his trousers, slipped my hand into his boxers, and then I felt it. So firm and hard in my hand, and I wanted him now.

  Tom hitched my skirt up past my waist, revealing my stocking tops. His hand searched for the naked flesh of my thigh above my stocking, and he moaned out loud when he found it. His hand moved between my legs and pulled my knickers to the side, pushing his finger inside of me. There was no further need for foreplay; I was so wet, and I wanted him now.

  “Now please, now!” I cried out. I helped Tom remove my panties, and he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him and quickly slid onto his cock. I moaned with delight. I could feel him deep inside me.

  “Oh God, I’m coming… No, not yet… Oh please, not yet.” And with that I let out a loud moan of delight.

  Tom carried me to the bed, still hard inside me. He lay me down and began to push into me, slowly at first, my juices squeezing out with every move. He thrust harder, and I could feel him deep inside me. Suddenly, he stopped and looked down at me. “Turn around.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Just turn around, I want to see your arse.” Hmm, I thought, I know someone else who has a fascination with my arse.

  I let him pull away and quickly turned over. I pulled back onto my knees again, and he was soon inside me again. God I was so hungry for him, and I didn’t want it to end. Without warning, he slapped my arse and squeezed it straight after.

  “Hey, whoa, what do you think you’re doing?”

  “Just go with it,” Tom said. “I promise I won’t hurt you. It’s just fun. I would never hurt you.”

  I was slightly stunned, and my second orgasm looked unlikely now. I tried to get back into the swing of it but couldn’t refocus my mind. Tom sensed how I was feeling, so a few minutes later he came, and we just lay together. I couldn’t understand why he had done that and spoilt the moment.

  “What are you thinking?” Tom asked.

  “Nothing,” I lied.

  “I think I can guess,” he replied.

  I sat up and looked at him. “Well, what was all that about?”

  “Look, Alex, it was no big deal. I was just playing around. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “Well, no, you didn’t, but I was a bit shocked.”

  Tom began to laugh, whilst I stared indignantly back at him. “The look on your face was priceless.”

  “Well, I’m glad you think so… I nearly walked out.”

  Tom began laughing heartily, and it was no good. I couldn’t control it any longer and fell back onto the bed laughing with him. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair. I must have fallen asleep, and when I woke up, I could hear him in the shower. I snuggled further under the duvet as he wandered back through in a fluffy white towel.

  “Hi, are you hungry? I thought we could go down for dinner.”

  “Yes, that sounds good. I’ll go for a shower.”

  I grabbed my overnight bag that I hadn’t even had chance to unpack and made my way into the bathroom. I stepped into the cubicle and turned the shower on, reaching for the complimentary shower gel and slowly lathering my body with the suds. With the sound of the shower, I was unable to hear Tom enter the room and I jumped as he entered the shower. I spun round to face him.

  “Turn back around,” he whispered in my ear.

  I turned around to face the wall, his strong hands sliding around the curves of my body. He gently moved his hands down and between my thighs, and I ached for him to take me now. The water kissed my skin as it left the shower, and Tom gently coaxed me round to face him, pressing me up against the cold wall of tiles. Our lips met, and as the water caressed my skin once more, I felt the surge of his kiss drive through my body, leaving a tingling under my skin.

  Both his hands searched for my rear, squeezing it with force. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He gently slid into me as I began to pant. He let out a groan with every thrust. I felt him deeper and deeper inside me. He gently cupped my breasts and I moaned at the feel of his warm hands.

  My nipples stood hard and erect as he moved down towards them, covering them with his lips. I ran my fingers through his dark wet hair, pulling it as he began to kiss me, his lips soft as silk, wet and warm. The rush suddenly soared through my body, and I let out a cry as I climaxed.

  Tom was still hard and pushing inside me, till finally his body tensed and his time arrived. We both relaxed, and he lowered me back to the ground. We began to shower together, but this time actually showering.

  Afterwards, I slipped into a fitted black dress, which I felt was appropriate for dinner, and a pair of seamed stockings with some red lace French knickers, which I felt was appropriate for dessert.

  After dinner we sat in the lounge area and chatted about several things, but I couldn’t resist getting back onto the subject of fetishes.

  “The way you talk about this, Alex, you would think I was the only person into this.”

  “No, you’ve got me all wrong. I don’t think that at all. It’s just that it’s all new to me.”

  I realised Tom couldn’t understand why I found it all a little weird, but I had been in an almost missionary marriage for the past twenty odd years, and that’s all I had known. Well, except for my experience with Maria.

  “You’re drifting off again, Alex.”

  “No, I’m not, I’m fine. Look, let’s just relax and enjoy tonight.”

  “That sounds good to me.”

  We both began chatting again, putting the world to rights and people watching. We didn’t stop talking and laughing all night, and I had to admit I felt comfortable with Tom.

  The evening went by quickly and we were soon making our way back towards the lift to go up to our room. I stepped inside, and Tom followed, gently squeezing my arse with his strong hands. The door closed slowly behind us and as it did Tom said, “I want to fuck you in here now, Alex.”

  The wine had made me heady and relaxed. I giggled and leaned back against wall of the lift. Tom reached for my hemline and yanked my skirt up, slid his fingers
around both sides of my knickers and pulled them down. I could feel his hot breath against my ear lobe. I kissed him hard and then drew away panting.

  “But what if we stop and someone gets in?”

  “We won’t, and they won’t,” Tom replied and he pressed another button on the lift. My hand reached for his cock again, and I slowly rubbed it against his trousers. I could feel it erect and bulging against the fabric, waiting for me. We both fumbled to get his trousers undone and then there it was, standing proud. As he slid it inside me, I let out a long moan.

  “Jeez, Alex.” Tom pushed harder and faster into me. I felt the rush and screamed out. It was over quickly, and we soon came to. The lift began to slow down as we approached a floor, and we only just managed to straighten ourselves up as the door opened. I glanced to the side of the lift to see we were on the twelfth floor and needed to go back down ten floors.

  A couple entered the lift, and they looked like they hadn’t had the best of nights. Tom had managed to press floor two, and we made our way back down.

  It seemed to take forever, but we finally reached our floor. We both hurried out of the lift, laughing uncontrollably at our adventure. Back in the room, Tom asked, “Do you fancy a drink, Alex?”

  “No, I’m fine thank you.”

  “Would you like a coffee then?”

  I settled for a coffee. We both lay on the bed chatting and laughed about the lift. “So, have you done that before, Tom?” I turned around and looked at him.

  “No never.”

  I couldn’t believe it; this man of the world had experienced something new with me.

  I lay my head against his chest. He smelt good enough to eat and I think that's what he wanted. He wrapped his fingers around my long auburn hair, pulled on it and guided my head towards his erection. My lips stretched around him, slowly moving down his penis, and I could feel it pulsating as I took it all. Gently moving up and down, curling my tongue as I came up, I felt him shudder as it sent shivers down his spine. He pushed my head down hard all the way and moaned again. I grabbed his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers. He cried out, and I felt his warm semen hit the back of my throat. I relaxed and lay my head against his leg.

  "That was amazing," he said. I looked up at him and smiled.

  Chapter Twelve

  Our time away ended quickly, and before I knew it, we were heading our separate ways. I was pleased to have my memories of the weekend with Tom, and I couldn't quite believe it had all happened. It all seemed a bit like a dream. I couldn’t describe the feelings I had about my weekend. All I know is the little devil in me had appeared and I liked it.

  When I got home, James was relaxing in the living room. “Oh, you’re back early. I wasn’t expecting you till this evening. How is she then?”

  “Who?”

  “Your friend. Is she ok?”

  “Oh, Jen, yeah, she’s not too bad. Just going through a bad time with her husband. He’s left her.”

  I glanced across at James, who was glued to the TV screen, not even looking up as he replied. “Oh, that’s too bad.”

  In the weeks that followed, it wasn’t that difficult to get out of the house to meet Tom. The boys were always out at rehearsals with a new band they had formed. I made an excuse to James that I was having to attend regular update meetings regarding work, and he seemed alright with that. To be honest, he was always so wrapped up in his own work that he didn’t seem to notice that much at all.

  I was managing to meet Tom probably every three weeks. I felt like I was under a spell – his spell – one I couldn’t escape from, but more importantly, one I didn’t want to escape from. It was a spell that lead to symptoms of lust and attraction. I guess it was similar to a trap; once you’re in, you can’t get out.

  I had not seen Sal for a while too. She used to do that though, drift off now and again. I had no doubt she would be wrapped up with one of her male friends, and knowing what I know now, probably literally.

  I began to think about how our lives had changed recently and realised we hadn’t had Jack and Sarah round for a while. Everyone seemed too preoccupied with their own lives. I guess life is like that sometimes. You drift away from your regular friends and move in different circles for a while.

  That Friday, Sarah rang out of the blue and asked if she and Jack could come around on Saturday night. Of course, I said yes, even though I didn’t fancy fighting off Jack’s advances again. Sarah sounded like she needed a break though, and I couldn’t let her down.

  I mentioned it to James when he got in from work. He didn’t seem too bothered either way.

  Sarah and Jack arrived around 7:30pm, but they didn’t seem to be themselves. Well, actually Jack was, but Sarah seemed quiet and uneasy. I was busy preparing the usual snacks in the kitchen when she came through to join me.

  “So, how are you, Sarah? I feel like we haven’t seen you for ages.”

  “That’s because we haven’t been for ages.” The tone in her voice was different. I glanced up at her and could tell there was something wrong. “We haven’t been out since we last came here. Well, should I say I haven’t.”

  She seemed on edge and angry, and I didn’t really know what to say. I just looked at her openly, hoping that she would tell me what was wrong. “You see, I think Jack is…”

  With that, the door from the hallway opened and in walked Jack. “So, how are my favourite girls? And what have you been up to, Alex?” He threw me a cheeky grin and winked at me. I wanted to tell him to get out, so Sarah could tell me what I think I already knew, but I didn’t want him to think we were talking about him, so I humoured him.

  “I’m good thanks, Jack, and you?”

  He leant against the work surface next to Sarah and casually put his arm around her shoulder. “Yeah, we’re good, aren’t we, Hun?”

  I could see Sarah just wanted to get as far away from him as possible, so I asked her to take some of the food into the lounge. As she left, Jack made his way over to me, invading my personal space as usual.

  “So, how’s my frigid little friend then?”

  I looked up and gave him the best smile I could manage, if only you knew I thought. “You’re so funny, Jack.”

  “Well, yeah, I like to think so. When are you going to give in, Alex? You know it’s only a matter of time…”

  That will never happen, I thought. While he was a good friend and attractive, he was still a lady’s man and one I wouldn’t want to get involved with.

  Just then Sarah came back in the room. Jack poured himself another drink and headed back into the room. “Well, I’ll leave you ladies to it.”

  I looked over at Sarah who was staring into her drink. “Sorry, what were you saying, Sarah?”

  “It’s Jack, Alex. He’s having an affair.”

  This was no surprise to me. I had always known that he was messing around. it was so obvious. Heaven knows he had tried it often enough with me.

  I looked up at Sarah. “What! Are you sure?” I had to at least sound surprised.

  “Yes, I’m sure. He’s coming home later and staying overnight sometimes. He says its work, but I know it’s not. I can tell. He’s so different. We don’t have sex anymore. I can’t even remember the last time.”

  As Sarah continued to tell me about her suspicions about Jack, I began to think about what I was doing to James. It was as bad if not worse than what Jack was doing to Sarah. The rest of the night seemed strained. Sarah was clearly upset, and Jack (as usual) didn’t seem to care. She would be better off without him. I’m not sure she would agree though.

  I constantly found myself wishing my life away, counting the days till I would be meeting with Tom again. When the time finally came, I couldn’t wait to get there.

  I had had a rough couple of weeks, and with trying to console Sarah too, I needed some me time, and Tom was the perfect person to share it with.

  He was waiting for me in the foyer of the hotel as usual and had ordered my drink ready for me.


  “Hi, do you mind if we take these upstairs, Tom?”

  He looked back at me and smiled. “No problem.”

  We made our way into the lift with another couple and got out on our usual floor. We somehow always managed to have the same room. I imagined Tom must have asked for it specifically.

  He swiped the hotel key card into the slot, opened the door and stepped aside to let me into the room first. I walked in, and Tom followed, his hand caressing my rear as he did so. “I’ve missed you, Alex.”

  “Yes, I’ve missed you too.” I turned round to face him and he moved forward to kiss me. I placed two fingers on his lips and said, “No, not this time. We do it my way this time.” Tom went to speak and this time I held my finger to my own lips. “Shhhhh.”

  I asked him to sit in a chair in the corner of the room. I looked for a suitable track to play from my phone, placed it on the bedside table, and positioned myself ready.

  I was wearing a black skirt and white blouse. I slowly started to undo the blouse, slipping my fingers in between the soft material as I undid each button. Before I removed it, I turned my back on Tom, watching him via the mirror hanging opposite him on the wall. I lowered the blouse off my shoulders, and it slid gently to the floor. I reached behind me to find the zip of my skirt, undid the button, then moved my hands to my hips, gently swaying them from side to side in time with the music.

  I noticed Tom was starting to shuffle in his seat, his hand holding the swelling in his trousers. I undid the zip and peeled the skirt off me, exposing my black stockings. I slowly turned around to face Tom, who reached out to touch me as I walked towards him.

  “No! Sit on your hands.”

  “Sorry, what did you say?” Tom replied.

  “I said sit on your hands. You can’t touch me until I say.”