The hotel room smelled of stale air and cheap cleaner. Suburb spot, anonymous as hell. I arrived early, heart hammering. Room 36, not 14. Scribbled a fake ’14’ on paper, jammed it under the door number. Peeked from the window. Parking lot empty. My car alone. Then hers pulls up. Fuck. She’s here.
She steps out. Simple. Leather pants hugging her ass, turtleneck sweater, canvas jacket. No makeup bullshit. Natural. Heart slams my ribs. She doesn’t look up. Knows eyes might watch. Enters the lobby. I crack the door, hide in the tiny bathroom entry.
The Fever
Knock. Soft. ‘Yes, come in,’ I call. She slips past, straight to the window. Checks the lot. I creep up silent. Hands on her hips. Press against her back. She doesn’t turn. Tilts head to my chest. My chin rests on her hair. Pulse thunders in my ears. Parking lot stares back. Time freezes.
Kiss her neck. Bend low. Hands slide up shoulders, down arms, grip hers. ‘This is crazy,’ she whispers. But she leans harder into me. Lips devour her neck. Skin hot, scented. Hands on belly, under jacket over sweater. Up to tits. Small, firm. Bra lace under palms. Circles. Nipples harden. Bite earlobes. Tongue laps skin.
No words. No looks. Peel jacket off. Hands roam. Grip sweater hem. Pull up slow. Black bra, gold embroidery. She lifts arms. Sweater gone. Broad shoulders, slim waist. Unhook bra. Tits free. Small rounds, light brown areolas, dark stiff nipples. She sways hips against me.
Caress bare skin. Belly quivers. Breath quickens. Kiss neck, cheeks. Eyes closed. First lip touch. Soft. Peck around mouth. Hand on face, trace lips. Tilt chin. Deeper kisses. Lips part. Tongues meet. Suck, lick. Saliva mixes. Endless. Arms lock her. No escape.
Break. Heads on shoulders. Breathe heavy. Hands drop to pants. Buttons pop. Zip down. Fingers under panty elastic. Pubic curls. She grips my thighs. Pulls me closer. My cock strains. She yanks curtain. Light dims. Signal.
The Blaze
Yank pants down. Panty too. Naked from waist down. Hands everywhere. Bare belly, thighs, pussy lips slick. Neck kisses. Back. Shoulders. Massage tits. Fingers between thighs. Wet heat. ‘I want you. Come,’ she gasps.
Pants down. Cock springs free. Glove on, trembling. Guide between thighs. She bends, hands on window sill. Push in slow. Grip belly. Pull deep. Neck bites. Cock sinks into tight, hot grip. Belly slaps ass. Watch shaft slide. Rhythm builds. Pause deep. Hold. Sweat beads.
Thrusts vary. Slow grind, hard slams. Her hips buck. Hand to clit. Fingers roll swollen nub. Heart explodes. Cum surges. Pump hard. Flood the rubber.
She pulls off. Straightens. No words. Bathroom door shuts. Water runs. I stand, spent. Cock softens. Questions swirl. Did she cum? Join her? Freeze. Immortalize.
Door opens. She’s dressed, smiling. Quick lip peck. ‘See you soon. Late.’ Gone. Door clicks. Alone. Naked. Skin still burns. Life outside unchanged. Ours paused in red fire.