Same time, same place
"Good evening, Mr Smith. It’s lovely to see you again," said the pretty girl behind the reservations counter of the fancy hotel to the man in the designer suit. "Mrs Smith is already waiting for you in your usual room."
The man called Mr Smith thanked the girl and proceeded to enter the elevator with his overnight bag. He had been looking forward to this night for weeks. Watching the floor numbers change on the display he wondered what she would be wearing tonight. What she had done with her hair. How she would smell. The doors opened on level 15 and after stepping out he turned right and headed to room 1527, just as he had done numerous times before.
He had a room key but he decided to knock. He enjoyed it when she opened the door for him. She always had a surprise in store for him. A few moments later the door clicked and he was greeted by a vision of pure beauty and raw sexuality. Dressed only in stockings and heels she handed him a glass of bourbon with that glint in her eye he knew so well. He took it from her with a smile, dropped his bag to the ground and closed the door behind him with a soft kick of his heel.
He took a sip of his drink as she walked to the big bed in the middle of the room. He didn’t follow her, waiting to see what she would do next. Neither had said a word yet. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on his. Her tongue slid slowly over her upper lip as she leaned back on the bed, coming to rest on her elbows. He still didn’t move. His stare was focused entirely on her body.
Watching him she unhurriedly moved her right hand up over her stomach and between her breasts. She was in no rush. Her fingertips found one of her nipples and circled it for a few seconds before her hand kept moving further up her body. Gliding over her neck she slowly opened her mouth. Her fingers reached her lips, her middle and ring fingers slipping between them. As she gently sucked on them she removed her eyes from his and led them down his body only to stop at his crotch. She began to suck her fingers firmer with her gaze remaining on the area between his legs, knowing full well that he was watching her every move.
Her actions were slow and relaxed. And very deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing and what she was trying to achieve. Her fingers left her mouth after a few moments and proceeded to make their way back down her body, leaving a trail of saliva on the way. Around the other nipple they went and down her stomach before coming to rest below her belly button. She spread her legs slightly, exposing her parted lips. Her eyes had returned back to his and as she slowly pushed her wet fingers between those needy folds she let out a deep moan.
That’s all the watching he could take. His jacket fell to the ground and the tie was pulled off his head as he walked toward her. He wanted her so badly right now, the rest of his clothing would have to come off after he had ravaged her…
“Thank you for visiting us again, Mrs and Mrs Smith,” said the same pretty girl the next day after they had settled their account. “We look forward to welcoming you back soon.”
Mr and Mrs Smith left the hotel and waited outside for a cab to arrive.
"Goodbye, Mrs Smith," he said with a grin as he leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. "It was a stimulating experience to see you as always."
"Goodbye, Mr Smith," she answered, returning his kiss with a cheeky smile. "I will see you again soon."
Then they each stepped into separate cabs, just like they always did. One day they would have to find out each other’s real names…
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(Source: eros-addict, via curiousmuse)