Wheels touched down late. Dragged my roller suitcase across the sterile airport lobby. Bleary-eyed check-in at the transit hotel. Keycard buzzed me into room 412. City lights flickered beyond the window, runways glowing in the distance. Six weeks without her touch. Too damn long. Headed up in the humming elevator, corridor echoes of rolling bags and distant flights. Door ajar. Heart skipped. I’d locked it, right? Pushed in slow. Curtains pulled tight. Dozens of candles danced shadows on the walls.
What the fuck? Envelope on the floor: ‘For you.’ Her handwriting hit like a drug. Ripped it open. ‘Love, couldn’t wait another day. Three weeks starved, more ahead. Took the first train. Sit in the armchair. Close eyes. 30 seconds. Let me. I love you.’ Obeyed. Counted slow, cock twitching already.
The Stopover
Eyes open. Her back to me. One leg propped, long black dress slit high. Heels arched her ass perfect. Lace garters peeked on thigh. No hold-ups there. Keane’s voice filled the room: ‘I don’t know your face no more… We might as well be strangers.’ She swayed. Mirror angled just right, showing deep cleavage. Hands grazed her tits. Slow grind, hips rolling. Candlelight licked her curves. Zipper down. Dress pooled at her feet. Black corset hugged tight. Straps framed her ass cheeks. Legs spread wider. Fingers trailed thighs. Teased her thong aside, flashing wet pussy lips I’d craved.
Kicked the thong my way. Damp heat. Straddled close. Tongue-fucked my mouth deep. Grabbed my hands, pinned them. ‘Lie on the floor. Let me.’ Flat on carpet, dick straining pants. Unbuttoned my shirt slow, nails scraping nipples. Breath gone. Kissed hard, bit lips. Down my neck. Tits dragged over chest. Hand cupped my bulge. She was soaked, grinding air. Wanted me inside. But no. Tease first.
The Transit
Torture sweet. Haven’t touched her forever. So close. Seated over my face. Finger circled clit. Juicy drip hit my chin. Freshly shaved slit hypnotized. Wanted to devour. She hovered, torturing. Lowered slow. Tongue flicked. Her cry electric. Lapped deep, nectar flooding. Belly clenched, riding my mouth. Spun around. Fumbled belt. Pants down. Cock sprang hard. Licked tip. Swallowed deep. Heaven. Ate her pussy watching ass bounce. Mutual worship. She came hard, screaming. Gripped cheeks, drank every spasm.
Collapsed on me. Kiss soft, eyes wicked. Done fighting. Flipped her. Slammed in deep. Filled her tight heat. Gasped. Fucked furious. Hips pistoned. Cries bounced off walls. Held back forever. Exploded inside, roaring. First of many. Neighbors probably jerked off to round two.
Dawn broke. Runway jets roared takeoff. Her train soon. Handed keycard to desk, suitcase zipped. Quick kiss in lobby. Her scent on skin. Boarded my flight, replaying every thrust. One-night transit blaze. Anonymity fueled it. Gone tomorrow. Perfect.