The air as JJ and I walked out of the spa was cool and refreshing. We talked about how it was 100 degrees at home, but here it was perfect. Who wanted to go home anyway? I sure didn’t!
We got into his car and started driving. Out of Oakland and on the Bay Bridge to San Francisco. But home is the other way. Who cares? We were in no hurry and we were both just enjoying the drive and each other. I guess you could say we took the long way home. It was a perfect day for a drive – a beautiful sunny California day. We cruised through Golden Gate Park, then the Presidio. Then we crossed over the Golden Gate Bridge, and up to Marin before circling back around toward the Valley.
As we drove, we talked. We talked about our families, our childhoods, our work. On parts of the journey we didn't talk at all; we just looked at the scenery in silence, and that was comfortable, too. Eventually, though, I started to get antsy. I wanted to get to the hotel because there were still so many things I wanted to do with him that were not going to happen in his car.
When we got back to town, it was dinnertime, so we went to the nice restaurant next door to our hotel and shared a meal. We talked some more. Still, nothing felt hurried or rushed. Then we checked into the hotel and I went to the room while JJ left to take care of some business for an hour or two.
I welcomed the opportunity to clean up a bit, put on my sexy new black satin and lace nightie, and touch base via text message with my friends DauntlessD and Cara. Dauntless just wanted to know that I was ok and safe and having a good time. Cara, though, wanted details, which I was not prepared to share at the time. Every now and then I'd get a text from JJ letting me know what he was up to and how close he was to being back to the hotel.
I thought time would pass more quickly if I watched the Giants game, but it wasn't on any of the channels the hotel carried. I thought, seriously? No ballgame? I thought this was a decent hotel...until that moment. I judge hotels by many indicators, including cleanliness, safety, price, check in times, discretion of front desk staff, accessible back entrances, well hidden parking lots, and, yes, television access to key sporting events. The lack of the Giants game was just annoying, so I turned off the tv, climbed into bed, and waited for JJ's return.
I didn't have to wait long. JJ let himself in and came over to the bed and kissed me. The room was dimly lit. I had all the lights off except the one in the entryway.
As we were kissing, I whispered, "Why don't you get out of those clothes?"
In no time at all, he was naked and climbing into bed with me. The first thing he did was wrap his arms around me and pull me close to him as he kissed me. I loved that. In that moment, it was like he was pulling me away from the world and all of its distractions and focusing my attention entirely on him.
I reached down and found his already hard cock and started stroking him slowly, but firmly, as his hand found its way to my pussy, fingers circling my clit. We lay facing each other, still kissing. I shifted slightly so I could open my legs wider for him and he rewarded me by sliding a finger deep inside me. I gasped and arched my back as his fingertip grazed that special spot inside me. He smiled.
"There it is," he said.
He added another finger and started finger fucking me deeply. I bucked against his hand, conflicted - wanting to tell him I wanted his cock inside me, but not wanting him to stop what he was doing.
He whispered, "Is my little slut going to cum for me again?"
"Yes," I answered, nodding and gripping his arm as the pleasure built. "Just like that. Please. Like that."
My hips started shuddering and he moved his hand faster, harder. I screamed as I let go, feeling the pulsating pleasure ripple through me.
"I can feel you coming, Baby," he said.
I couldn't respond, except to nod and moan. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations I was experiencing - his fingers inside me, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his chest against my breast, the coolness of the room and the warmth of his body and his breath.
As I recovered, he asked, "What do you want now, Kat?"
I love those easy questions.
"I want to feel your cock inside me," I said.
"Oh? How do you want it?" he whispered as he started kissing and sucking on my neck.
He knows I can barely think when he kisses my neck like that, but he does it anyway. Hmmm....
I stammered, "Any way you want it. Anything you want."
He rolled over and rose to his knees. I did the same, leaning on my forearms as he moved behind me. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my tight asshole. Then he moved it down between my pussy lips, then back to my ass again. He playfully moved it back and forth.
"Decisions, decisions," he said.
I giggled. My giggles stopped as he started sliding his cock into my ass. I squealed at first. He paused to give me a moment to adjust, then I took a deep breath and leaned back against him. A satisfied groan escaped his mouth as I pressed all the way back.
He grabbed my hips and started fucking my ass slowly at first, then faster.
"Oh my god, that feels so good," I murmered. "Yes, Fuck my ass, Baby.. Fuck your slut hard, just like I need it."
JJ responded exactly as I expected. He pounded me hard while I squeezed his cock as hard as I could, holding on to the edge of the bed to keep myself from being pushed into the wall in front of me. I heard him moan and felt him tighten his fingers on my skin. He came in a series of three slow, forceful, final thrusts. He held me back against him for about 15 seconds after the last thrust, before leaning forward and kissing my back, then my neck.
He collapsed next to me and I curled up in his arms again. We talked and kissed and made love a couple more times over the next couple of hours before falling asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up a few hours later. JJ was sleeping on his side, facing away from me, so I snuggled up behind him and breathed in his scent. That same scent would lightly linger in my hair, on my skin, and my clothes as a reminder of him after we parted. I breathed him in again and thought about how I would be at home with my husband and kids doing something quite mundane - like making dinner or washing dishes - when that scent would barely brush by me, and my body would respond as if he were there. My nipples would harden and I'd feel my panties grow damp. I'd close my eyes, taking a break from whatever I was doing for just a moment, and picture him there with me again, touching me as only he could. And so I'd be reminded of him until I opened my eyes again and came back to the present moment.
But at that moment, I was listening to him breathe as he slept, and I started kissing his back and neck gently and reaching my hand around to stroke him and feel his cock awake slowly before the rest of him.
As he started to stir into consciousness, I turned onto my side, facing away from him, and he rolled over and followed me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing against my back. He rubbed his hardness against me, and I arched my back and shifted so he could access whichever hole he wanted. He slid his cock between my pussy lips first a few times, and I thought he might just cum there without entering me, but after a minute or so, he pulled his cock back and then slowly slid it into my ass. We moved together slowly, lazily. No words were spoken. Soon he moved his arm down around my hips and held me back onto him as he finished with a flurry of quick thrusts. Then he moaned and kissed my shoulder.
Moments later, I heard his breathing become even again as he drifted back to sleep, his arms still tight around me.