Here I thought Stan would have made things go smoothly for us. Seriously, how could he leave just like that?
Chris felt someone tap him on the shoulder. ‘‘Excuse me- do you mind giving me directions to the lobby.’’
He was lost for words. She was a goddess. Her hair seemed to be blowing in a charming way, but there was no wind. It must have been all in his head.
‘‘Hi...eh- I can help you. The name’s Martin. Chris Martin,’’ he said and then took a bow. The woman chuckled.
‘‘I’m Barbara. My friends also like to call me Barb, or Ara,’’ she told him while he escorted her to the lobby.
When they got there, she checked in and he asked her if she needed help with her bags. She smiled at her knight in shining armour.
Barbara: Are you here on business? If you don’t mind I was also wondering if you came alone.
Chris: (smiles) Ah, sort of. I came with my darling Stan. He got mad with me for my supposed unprofessional behavior. You know what, it’s his loss. I am not going to let him think I’ll be sad, and lonely without him.
Barbara: I’m sorry. I was curious what a dashing guy was doing all by himself. I guess this is me. Thanks for helping me with my bags.
Chris: Sure. No problem.
Barbara grabs her key and unlocks the door. She watches Chris slowly wave and bid adieu.
Chris turns around when he hears Barbara whisper his name. She asks him if he’d like to come in.
Barbara: It’s all right if you are busy and have to leave.
Chris: Thanks, Barb.
Barbara places her bag next to her bed, while Chris goes to check what’s in the fridge. He grabs two bottles of Mosi Lager.
Barbara: (stretches her arms) I feel so exhausted.
Chris: Would you like a Mosi?
The two clink their bottles and enjoy the taste of the cold beer. Chris sits down on the bed and smirks.
Barbara turns to face Chris and feels like she’s in a different world. She gets lost gazing in his hazel eyes.
She snaps back to the moment when a pair of hands are massaging her neck. Barbara leans back and relaxes.
Chris: (gently) Let me help relieve your stress, my dear Barb.
Her guest slowly then kisses her neck, and Barb closes her eyes. She takes in a slow, deep breath. When she opens her eyes, she moves closer to Chris.
Their noses brush and Barb kisses Chris. His hands assist her in helping her out of her suit: the jacket is tossed onto the carpet, she kicks her heels off her feet, and he helps her with removing her blouse.
Her hair moves and covers the right side of her face. Chris brushes it back behind her ear.
Barbara then rips Chris’ shirt. He gulps, as she pushes forward and causes him to fall on the bed.
Chris: Uh, Barb. Hey, well, I am glad you invited me in.
Barb: (chuckles) Shall we get back to business Mr. Martin?
Chris: (grins) Why, of course Ms. Ara.
Barbara unbuckles Chris’ belt. He pulls Ms. Ara on top of him and then whispers in her ear. ‘‘I have nothing to do for the rest of my evening. Whatever you need, let me know.’’
Barb hugs Chris tight. ‘‘I only want one thing Chris- for you to make love to me all night.’’
The Score - Oh My Love (Audio)
Danni was determined not to let her jerk of a husband ruin her night.Just because he had stormed out it didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun!
She sat at the bar, sipping her drink and wondering who she would dance with next, when two handsome, tanned men approached her from opposite sides.
“Would you care to dance?”
They both spoke at once.
She smiled and they laughed.
“I saw her first,” joked the one to her left.
“No, I did!” laughed his rival.
“Now don’t fight boys. Maybe I can dance with you both.”
She slid off her stool and walked towards the dance floor. The men followed like puppies.
It was a raunchy song by Beyonce and Danni certainly put her back into it.
The men did, too, taking every opportunity to touch her through her thin black dress.
On some occasions, They both had hands on her and Danni was shocked to find the touch of four hands at once was a major turn on!
For the next hour they talked and danced... and touched.
The men got more adventurous, holding her waist, touching her legs, whispering in her ear as they held her hand.
When the last dance came on, it was a slowy, of course.
“Hmm” mused Dave, the taller of the two men.
“I don’t object to a slow threesome dance. But people might talk.”
“Me too,” agreed Jake.
“Maybe we can have that dance in my room?”
The two men looked at Danni. Her heart was pounding. She was having such a good time. And the attention and touches of these handsome men had really turned her on.
But was she really going to go back to a hotel room with two strange men?
Her mouth became dry.
“Sure, that sounds fun.”
She heard the words as if they weren’t her own.
But they were.
Dave took her hand and led her to the lift. Jake walked alongside.
In the lift she wasn’t sure what was to come. But she was high on the excitement of the night. It was ten years since she had enjoyed the touch of other men. But her instincts were coming back to her. She was so turned on.
Then Jake and Dave made a confession.
They worked together. They knew each other. They had planned to approach Danni at the same time and ask her to dance in the hope she would dance with both.
Danni was shocked, but laughed. And she was flattered.
From the lift they walked to the room. The lights were dim and Jake put on some soft music and took Danni’s hand, drawing her to him. She moved in close; close enough to feel the bulge in his trousers as she moved her pelvis into him. She sighed.
Dave moved in behind her, hands on her bare shoulders, caressing her softly. He gently lowered his head and kissed the nape of her neck. She moaned and eased her bum back as Dave moved closer. His bulge brushed her bum, as his hands slid down her side, softly touching the side of her breasts.
At the same time, Jake moved in for the kiss. He looked her in the eye and she put her hand to his head, pulling him to her and kissing him sensuously. As their tongues met, Dave cupped her breasts and gently squeezed.
Danni’s pussy was aching and swamped. She could smell her own sex.
Jake moved his hand to her skirt hem and started to lift it slowly, breaking their kiss so that Danni could turn her head and kiss Dave full on the lips, as Jake stroked the damp patch on her knickers.
Danni was in Heaven.
And the best was yet to come.
But if you really want to know the whole story of what happened in that hotel, I’m afraid you’ll have to use your imagination.
For she never told me the rest of the story as we made love the following week.
Perhaps she will do next time.
Time of my life
It started as one of those cliche moments in the bar. Where you buy me a drink and I roll my eyes but accept it. We talk about little things both knowing neither of us actually cared. We both just wanted one thing.
Finally you invited me to your room but we didn’t make it that far. As soon as we get in the elevator you were in me. Pounding away like there’s no tomorrow.
The elevator stops and you pick me up still inside not caring about those passing by just caring about our pleasure.
Finally we make it in your room grunting like animals.
You had a wife and I had a boyfriend but that didn’t stop us. If anything it made us want it more.
I’ve never done anything like this before. But I was loving it.
Lying me on the bed you pounded away and I encouraged.
We soon moved to the balcony where you bent me over the railing and I moan loudly not caring who heard.
Soon we were both near the end. A few more slams and we collapses in pleasure. You fell in a chair holding me down. Not caring I wasn’t protected. I didn’t move not caring I wasn’t protected.
I left your room that night with a souvenir and a hot story.
The next morning I called it off with my boyfriend knowing he couldn’t compete with you.
“What happened in that hotel?” He asks.
“The time of my life.” I left to find my next adventure.
“Hey, Babe, can you get us some ice?” were not even supposed to be here at this rundown motel. The Seaworth was our destination, but they were booked for the weekend some science convention. And the goddamn tire on our rental caught a flat. God had better been interfering for some good reason.
The words slipped out of my mouth at the clerk working the front desk tonight. When I reached the end of the stairs heading towards the ice box. A stranger comes towards me his head is buried in his phone. While he speaks on another one.
“Seriously? No survivors?”
“Some freak accident, huh!”
Seaworth no survivors?
My mind goes into a frenzy.
I return to our room moving a lot faster than I was ten minutes ago.
“Janine! Honey Janine where are you?”
She comes out her hair dripping into her robe.
“What?” She says her head tilted to ranging out her hair.
When he focuses on the television he turns his wife’s body to show her. The woman speaks on the television about a freak accident that happened at the Seaworth. An explosion killing everyone inside people are still missing.
“What happened in that hotel?” Her eyes go wide like saucers.
Thank god for this run down piece of .....