8 comments/ 25362 views/ 29 favorites 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 01 By: TheEroticPencil 1: The Great Kale Opening Lemons and Cinnamon. He thought it might be coming from the buffet line as they moved from a darkened auditorium out into the open air of the atrium. There was always plenty of everything at these events, but, for no discernable reason, the attendees acted more like they were trying to get into the front row for their favorite concert, than get in line for mediocre salad. He was kinda jostled next to her when the smell of her hit him first. He got only sparing glimpses of her except for the back of her head, a bit of shoulder, an image more than anything. Boredom, a bit of solitude, and the obnoxious matriarchal women doubling down on her carb choices got the better of him; he leaned over her shoulder to get a better look. She gave a nervous glance, catching him, even as he tried to shift his gaze toward the vegetable choice of the day. It was enough to make him realize that he never got in line next to the cute ones. Oh, there were some cute ones at these HR conferences, but they tended to be right out of college, they travelled in packs, and they were there to party. She was cute - even sexy - but approachable. And she smelled good. The opening lines quickly went through his head like a decision tree; Enjoying the conference? was just lame as was Didn't I see you at this one last year? Could he do funny? Before he could really think it through, he opened with "This event has come a long way if they are serving kale and quinoa on their menu. Last year, I swear it was KFC and El Pollo Loco battling it out for last place." He attempted nonchalant as he grabbed his plate. Her hand shot up to her mouth as she gave an overly polite laugh and smile, "I know, right. These things are usually some mash up of bad fast food with a smattering of something green. Too funny, spot on. I just wish they didn't mess with my fried chicken man. I miss me some KFC!" There was a lingering smirk that made me want to crane his neck around to read her name tag. "Oh, YOU are Lauren. Now I get it. Sorry, I was told when I registered to not tell you about the food or the fried food shortage this year. My bad." It was delivered with such deadpan sincerity she actually stops and has a confused look on her face for just a second - but quickly recovers. "Oh, you totally had me there for a second. For a moment there I was wondering what the registration desk said about me." With this, she turned to face him and looked straight on at the name tag. Nice to meet you Christopher," was met with a quick handshake while grabbing food. There was that smile again. "Listen, other than those gossipy bitches at registration who like to talk about my food issues, I don't know anyone here . . . you sitting with anyone? Or can I join you and your friends?" "Uh, no. I mean I was going to get more scoop on the attendees from the 'reg bitches' over there, but no. Let's grab our food , I'll get us a couple of ice teas and you find us a spot." "Deal, I will see you in a second." As she walked to the groups of tables, he got a second chance to look at her. She seemed late 30s. Those cute freckles on her face covered her shoulders and arms as her summer yellow sun dress - what do guys know - it was a fun sunny dress, tied with shoulder straps and down to near her ankles -showed off some time at yoga or pilates or something similar. Her mid length auburn hair just touched just below her neck and while it was hard to tell with her platform shoes, she was near 5'6. She glided across the room with both ease and purpose. Ice tea, you are getting ice tea, his mind snapped back. It wasn't easy carrying two drinks and a plate of food, plus utensils, but this is where waiting tables in college paid off. She had a table for them in the corner. While a few crumbs suggested that table had been sat in before, they were alone with 6 other empty chairs around us. "You got that? Here let me help you." She grabbed one of the teas. "Thank you! I found a prime spot for us. OK, Christopher . . . or it is Chris? We have like a full hour before we have to sit and be quiet for this afternoon's sessions. Tell me your life's story - I want to leave time for Q&A, so you have 15 min. Go!" The next 45 minutes or so breezed by as they both told each other about themselves. She learned about growing up in North Carolina, school in Boston, and now living in Northern California. That he manage a team of 6 for pretty good technology company and does these events . . . maybe 4 times a year. They connected on music and she even knew a few his more obscure singers and band likes. They skirted around his divorce 5 years ago. It was a factoid now and neither of them dwelled on it. She was nearer to the separation and divorce than he, with hers just under 2 years in her rear view mirror. She said his name was "Dickhead" although later in the evening she called him "Dumbfuck" so he just figured they were interchangeable. She was all West Coast. She grew up near Seattle and then school near San Diego, and before settling down there permanently, did a little time in LA. She liked her job, and her boss was good enough to send her to at least two of these events a year. Then out came the pics of the kids. Her 6 year old daughter was a younger version of her mother. "We should set him up with my boy, he is right around her age. 7." They talked effortlessly about balance of work and kids, their lack of social lives, and with his one trial balloon question, learned that just like him, dating was a really challenge. By now, they could have talked for a few hours more, but the room was about empty as most of the attendees were funneling out to check emails or call the office. Mostly they were just alone and using the phone as a crutch. Except for the pack of 'just out of school' little hotties a few tables away. "I bet you our first free drink from the bar that they are gone - no where to be seen - by the time we have the next break," she smirked. "I wouldn't have stuck around at their age and I am sure with the opportunities near here, they start their party early." "Hmmm. Interesting. But, I think you underestimate their cheapness. I think they are here for the free bar for the cocktail party, but then they dash out of here as soon as it closes. So, if they are gone by the break, you win. If they are still here drinking free cheap rum and cokes, you . . . there is a bar here in the hotel. You have to come down and do one shot with me. Your choice, but I haven't done a shot of anything in for-ev-er. Bet? Shake on it?" She reached out her hand and it wasn't like electricity, but his stomach did flip a bit and was lost - someplace else - for a couple of seconds before he realized she was saying "Oh, you are so going down. Bragging rights are a bitch!" There was that smile again! Wowzers! "Ok, we have to get back in. I have to call home but I will see you in there. And my free drink will be the best part of this day. Thanks for lunch, Christopher. See you back in there? Save me a seat - would be nice to sit next to you . . uh, someone. Nice to sit with someone." It was the way she said the full name that did it. 2: Floating on Toes The next two hours passed slowly. She came to sit next to him a few minutes after the session started and although they did share a few laughs, not much was said until the break. That same group of post-college kittens were laughing over coffee the center of the room. "They're still here. Looks like I win," pouring some hot black coffee into his cup. "Not so fast m' friend, the bet was - if I am not mistaken - was that they finished a round here for the cocktail party. This would be the break. You don't know this about me but I studied law. Well, OK, I watched a lot of 'Law and Order' during college, but the bet is the bet." "Alright, let's finish our coffee and get back in. There is still like an hour and a half to go until we see who wins." Looking back on it, he could see how she said this next part in just the right way - like she had planned it while the presenters droned on during the last sessions. Christopher was just too slow to pick up on these things while it is happening, but damn if this wasn't just . . . well, perfect. "Ya know," she starts, while running her finger across the top of her coffee mug, "I don't know about you, but I have had enough for one day. My brain is full of amazing insights from these folks and we have a whole nother day of this. I was thinking about just sitting out here at these tables for the next part - until the cocktail party, at least." She bit her lower lip just slightly - barely noticeable - and looked up at him through the tops of her eyes, floating up on her toes as she finished with "You want to, maybe, join me? Keep me company?" +++ The next 90-minutes were filled with another cup of coffee, after which they switched to tea, and some pretty personal stuff: marriage and post-married life, kids, little personal time, staying healthy and fit, and they even started to delve into some more intimate talk. He was opening up about how there is little time to date, although he did go through a string of one-night stands about 3-4 years ago. "They were super fun, and I wasn't looking for love or anything, but I also didn't make any connection with them. Only one or two of them seemed even remotely interested in me anyway." She was pretty openly flirty at this stage when she jumped in with "Oh, come on. Good lookin' guy like you. I am sure there is some little PTA honey just dyin' to snatch up a big hunkin' piece of man cake like you," as she devolved into some mashup of Southern drawl and drunken sorority girl. "Oh, come on. It's not like that, but I appreciate that compliment. I think that was a compliment?" (again, guys are so stupid) "What about you? Low-cut blouses at the bake sale, a quick 'oh, please help carry my bags out to the car, sir?' I am sure you have your moments." "Well, I am really only looking for men and that just works for boys and cheap thrills. I will take care of myself before that," as she turned beet, blushing red. "Oh my god, I . . . uh, I didn't mean it that way. I mean, I do . . .but, in a healthy . . . why am I explaining this to you? Fuck." To date, that was the sexiest uttering of "Fuck" he's ever heard. Still blushing she brings us back, "Look, they are setting up the bar, let's go get a watered-down drink and see if you win your bet or not." 3: To Shot Or Not To Shot "Ok, I concede - those girls are cheap. I think they each took three trips to the bar. Damn, any more than 2 or 3 for me and I am pretty smashed. So, I agree to your shot at the bar, but you have to have dinner with me or I will be asleep on a bar stool in like 20 minutes." "Deal. Dinner and a shot it is." After a pretty decent hotel bar dinner and a glass of wine - with their prior drink at the event - they were feeling pretty warm and a little giddy. "Ok we have a shot to do. I am having a great time and don't want you too drunk on me. You up for it? Or do you want to change the bet?" "I can only guess what you have in mind," she said with a sly smile. "Ok, whatcha thinking?" "How about this - I get to ask you 10 questions, only . . . say 5 of which can be sexual in nature. Give me honest answers to 9 of them, and one lie. If I guess the lie, I want a kiss . . . and not like kissing an uncle or something . . . I want a real kiss. If I don't guess which lie, you get ask me whatever questions you want for like 5 minutes and I will answer with complete and utter honesty - no matter how embarrassing. Oh, and the lie has to be a good one. Not just a half truth or technicality or something. Something really different than your real answer. Deal?" "Ok, this just got better than a shot. You are on. 10 questions, 4 sexual - not 5 - and I will lie on one. You guess which one," she agreed. "But I have to tell you, I lost one bet today so I don't plan on a second." "First three question, then. What is your favorite music genre? We will start easy. You a Rock gal, Country chic, Pop princess . . . what? Second, do you like dancing - or is it one of those things you have to be drunk to do? Third, best concert you have ever seen?" "Those are good softballs to start. I used to be super Alternative - like black lipstick and everything, but that has softened a bit. Now just Pop-Alternative music, I don't get to wear black lipstick too often," she smirked. "Second, I love to dance; Go dancing or just dance around the house wherever I am, or whenever the mood strikes me. You are getting a visual of me dancing with the sweeper aren't you? And, let's see, best concert, hmmm . . . I would say Pearl Jam. I actually flashed a scalper for tickets with my friends. It was before they were so big that they still played smaller venues," as she drifted off thinking about something else. "That was a fun night." "No shit. Pearl Jam. OK. That is amazing, but I think I might have to flag this one for the lie on the whole scalper thing. Let's see how you do for the next 8." "You mean 7. Look at your trying to get another question out of me. Nice try," as the teasing continued. "OK, next three. These will test your bad-girl-ness. What was the most expensive thing you have ever stolen? Next, have you ever been arrested for anything? And last, if you could punch one person in the nose, who would it be? There has to be someone who pushes your buttons." "Oh, you ask good questions. Ok, I stole a bottle of Stoli - get it? I stole a bottle of Vodka when I was underage for my friends and I. Not much in the way of stealing - not like TVs or anything. I had a drunk and disorderly during college, but it was no big deal, charges dropped, and it was a bunch of us on spring break. They just made us sleep it off. Let's see, punch in the nose. Well, you haven't asked me my 4 sexy questions, so I reserve the right to say 'you' later," she chided. "Oh, fine, I would say my former mother. She is so judgemental. Yup, she needs a smack," Lauren was downright laughing right now. "What a fun question. I would not have thought about smacking her until you borought it up. Love it. " "Ok, these last 4 will test your resolve. Remember, you can drop out at any time and do the shot," he was acting pretty flirty to, but the truth was he hoping to ask her a few good ones here. Christopher was definitely attracted and wanted to learn more about her; the flirting and tension, plus the alcohol, was getting him turned on. "When was the last time you had sex? What is your favorite position, or what do you like to do? If you are trying to impress or turn a guy on - I mean really get him going - what is your move? Last, do you keep your vibrator in your nightstand or under your bed." Had this been a few hours early, he never would have had the nerve to ask these and would have expected to blow it, but she was openly teasing him and probably had not had a conversation like this in some time. He hoped she was faking shock, but secretly loving this. "My, I am shocked. How dare you ask me such bold questions?" Then in rapid fire, looking him dead in the eyes, "two in the nightstand, one which I plug in, 6 months ago was my last time - with this guy I saw for a little while. I am pretty predictable with either reverse cowgirl, or being bent over something with the guy from behind. It depends on who is in control at the moment. So, what do I do for a guy?" as she leans forward across the table. "Well, I look him right in his eyes as I move in closer, and while pulling his earlobe in my mouth, whisper 'I hope you like this because your cock is next,' as I drop to my knees and go down on him, watching him the entire time." She ended, leaning pretty far across the table - almost close enough to whisper those last words to him. She let out a heavy breath and finished, "too bad I don't get to do that too often. It is really . . . powerful, fun, exciting." While he was sure it was not noticeable, he felt like his hands were actually shaking and heart was going to jump out of his chest. It did take a visible minute to recover. She jumped into the pause. "So, good questions. Which one was the lie?" He learned later that is was not the last one! 4: Get Out Of Jail Free Card "Ah, uhm, I am gonna have to go back to the beginning and go with the flashing the scalper. That was too amazing to be believable." He was still too dumbstruck to really think. "Final answer?" After a nod yes, she continued, "I told you I wouldn't lose again. Nope, I have . . . ready for this? ... never stolen anything in my life. I don't even think a pack of gum when I was little. I win. Okay, let me go pee and I will be back to ask you your questions. Don't go anywhere. Why don't you order us another glass of wine while I am gone. See you in a sec." She walked off doing a little 'I won the bet' dance around the corner to the restrooms. Her timing to leave was perfect because he needed to regain his composure. He was back to normal and back with the wine just as she got back. "All right, where were we. Oh, yes, my winning and my time to ask questions." She was clearly enjoying this. "I spent some time thinking about this while I was away. I can ask you all the normal questions like 'family size,' or "what was your first car?' or 'who you think will win the series this year?' Important, yes, but I have a get out of jail free card for the next 5 minutes . . . and you asked me some pretty direct questions so, my turn." "It was a sweet beat up Ford with a racing stripe and a bad muffler, by the way." He was enjoying this too, so chimed in with "Do your worst. I have nothing to hide." "We will see. Rapid fire - favorite position, last time you had sex, are you a leg, ass, or tit man, and most unusual place you had sex in like the . . . say, last 10 years?" "OK, you didn't waste any time. Last time was about three months ago, most definitely an ass man, and a pretty public hotel balcony. I am pretty sure there were some office people working late in a building while my date gave me a celebratory blowjob and she was naked except for her heels, and I think a necklace, maybe some earrings." "So, do you like that - the naked and high heels thing? Or are you a lingerie guy? Do you like them slutty, kinda trashy, or do you like the more high-end sexy alluring look?" She was genuinely interested in the preferences. "Oh, I think it depends. If for instance I was thinking for our first time, something fun and exciting, I would definately go for the simple, sexy minimalist thing. Once we have been together for awhile and we were living it up, playing roles, that kinda thing, then I would go for the cheap, slutty Frederick's of Hollywood look. But there is nothing sexier than being naked and vulnerable and hot and nervous, don't you agree? What about you - what is your look? "Oh, no! You had your questions, no stalling. But for the record . . . I totally agree with you." Her voice dropped a little and she retreated a little bit with this last revelation. But she jumped back in quickly. "I have a few more for you. When was the last time you masterbated, and tell me what you will do, specifically, tonight after you drop me off at my room?" It was that same feeling when you get caught doing something bad - caught in a lie, or hand in the cookie jar. He was smack-me-side-the-head deflated - perhaps this wasn't going where he planned, but he wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. "Well, it depends on what we do before then?" 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 01 "Good save! Okay, let's just say - hypothetically - that we have another drink or two and then we part company for the night. What does your night look like before we see each other for breakfast tomorrow for the event?" She was just teasing him, but he knew perfectly well what she wanted to hear. "I will probably walk back up to my room and normally would put on a little hotel room porn, probably some threeway action, sit on the edge of the bed and stroke my cock, but now that we have had our talk and I have that image of you giving an amazing blowjob, I won't need the hotel porn, I will just strip naked, lie back on the bed, and think about that image while I stroke my cock and cum all over my stomach." "That is pretty hot. Is that all you do, just stroke it? Do you do anything else, like play with your balls, or your nipples? Would you rub your hands all over your body and pretend they are . . . someone elses? Anything else you might play with, maybe wet your finger in your lips and pretend they are . . . say, mine? Am I missing anything?" Christopher was visibly shifting his weight in against the bench at this and needed some repositioning as his cock stiffened. She notices all of this and smiles. "Yes, I would focus on my cock, but probably run my hand across my nipples and cup my balls before I explode. Do you like watching? You seem pretty interested in this topic, or are you just trying to get a . . . er, rise out of me?" "Oh, no I like to watch, I love to be watched, but playing together is always more fun, don't you think? I miss skin, and contact. Ya know what I mean? The smell of someone and their hands through my hair . . ." She absent-mindedly took a drink of her wine and let her thoughts linger. "I have about 30 seconds left for my questions, so I better hurry . . . my room is on the 6th floor but overlooks the parking lot or something, which is a shame because I like the view of the city at night. What floor are you on? Good view?" She moved her fingers slowly across the stem of her wine glass and honestly every move she made right now was sexy as hell. "I am on 12 and I would be an idiot to not tell you I have a great view of the city," smiling back at her. "I'd love to see it. Let's go!" 5: Elevators Are Amazing They didn't say much on the elevator ride up, but they did hold hands and he ran his fingers up her arm. They were both excited and anxious to get up there, but both trying to not be too eager about it. But this was the start of an evening where he was to be in almost constant physical contact with her. Christopher opened the door; Lauren followed him in. She stopped in the entryway as the door closed behind her as he flipped on the main light. Facing her while her back was to the wall, he was going to show her around the room, but she just stood there looking at him. They had their first kiss. It was a slow and sensual - for about a second - and then passion, lust, desire took over and were kissing deeply, his hands across her face, running through her rich hair. Her body pressed up against him and he walked her back to the wall. Her right leg wrapped around his and helped pull him even closer, as if they wanted to see how much of their bodies could touch. He stopped kissing her and moved his head to the side to kiss the nape of her neck and her ears. She reacted to the hot breath on her neck by moving her hand around his back and grabbing his ass. "You feel so good, and your kissing . . . wow. I like my earlobe being nibbled on," she almost purred. A kinda sexy moan he found so fucking enticing. "Are we gonna stay here all night or . . .?" "Let's just start right here," as he pulled back and undid the ties of her dress and drew it down to her waist. She dipped each shoulder and let the dress fall to her waist, giving him the first view of body. Her skin was soft and smooth and buttery. She had a great figure and kept in shape - not like she practiced yoga 12 hours a day, but was defined and taut. She was not wearing a "come fuck me bra" - because who knew this was going to happen when she started her day - but the demi-cup fabric let him see her nipples pointing through. They were dark brown and contrasted against her white skin; and as he cupped his hands under them and started running his fingers just under the fabric, he could tell they were sensitive, that she enjoyed his touch. They were good solid B cups, but seemed bigger as she arched her back and her head backward, supporting herself against the wall. This had the desired effect of both providing him better access to her tits, but also to make it easier to help her wiggle her hips out of her dress. While letting his fingers linger on breasts, he slid down her body and put his mouth across her belly, then reached down to pull her dress down and let her step out of it. Her thin white cotton panties were slightly frayed at the edge and barely covered her hips. Christopher was just inches from Lauren's pussy when she stepped out of her dress and now stood before him. His lips brushed against her thigh and this caused her to open that leg - to kiss inside her thigh a bit. Her hands went across his shoulders and through his hair as he slid one hand between her legs, over her ass, and pulled her closer. His tongue now darted against the very inside of her thigh and brushed against the edge of her underwear, as fingers pulled her panties down her shapely firm ass. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, gently dropping it next to her dress. Releasing her from the last of her clothes, her panties fell into a bunch with the rest of it, and she stepped out of her shoes. Kneeling before her, his face next to a small patch of trimmed, but thick brown hair, he reveled in the smell of her. She looked down and had his head in her hands, "get back up here and get your clothes off." Standing up and facing her, he quickly started to unbutton his shirt as she worked the belt and zipper. She palmed her hand down his pants and pressed his cock between him and her hand, slowly adding pressure as she massaged downward before running her fingers down his balls. With this shirt now off, he was kicking off his shoes. Just as he was about to push down his pants, she stopped Christopher with a, "No . . . me." She slid down in front, squatting down, her legs parted and on either side as she tugged his pants down. She left him to kick them off, as she ran her fingers across his cock, and pulled his underwear down, letting it pop out in front of her. She came up underneath it and he could feel her heat before it touched her lips, her tongue meeting the underside of the head. She fucking devoured him, using her hand to stroke it while the other one pulled his underwear all the way down. She never lost contact as she sucked him off; However once he was fully naked, she looked up at, and if she could speak, would have been saying "see I told you so, are you enjoying?" He thought there is nothing like the site of a beautiful woman working your cock in and out of her mouth while she looks up at you. His head tilted back, he let the pleasure ride him before he started to feel as if he was getting close. "No, no . . . uhg . . . no, not yet. Too soon, you . . . better . . . get back up here," as Lauren rose back up to him, her hand never letting go of stroking, pulling, or twisting his cock in her grip. She reached back around, grabbing two hand fulls of muscle and skin around his ass. He kissed her again, open, wet and full as he pushed her back against the wall again. He grabbed under her ass and pulled her up with a left hand as the right went to cover her breast and then lightly pinch her nipple. She raised up on her toes for this and pulled away from the kiss, breathing into his neck and shoulders. "Yes, . . . you can go a little harder," she moaned as the pinch came again, even before the word "harder" was out of her mouth. She slid down the wall as if her legs were going to give out on her, which had the desired result of spreading her legs and giving better access to her pussy again. His hand off her nipple, he went down between her leg, letting a finger run along the length of her, from the edge of her ass right to her clit, where he flicked a finger across it. Starting his run again, he inserted a finger into her and started sliding it in and out, palm pressing against the rest of her. She pushed her hips forward and made it easier for him to finger fuck her this way. His hand against her ass kept up the pressure and let him control her movements. There was a little space between them now and she continued to work her hands across his cock, but with less focus as she enjoyed what was being done to her. Between some obvious struggles to breathe, and some moaning and guttural sounds from her, she started "We didn't talk about . . . uhm . . .this before, but do you like . . . talking, like hearing her say you are doing to her . . . cunt. Because your hand, your . . . finger in my cunt . . . uhm . . . come here." She grabbed his hand and backed up - him following her - to the bed where she fell on top of it, legs open and dangling off the end. "Come here, on top of me. I'll let you start however you want, but I really want to end riding on top of you. Just put your dick in me. I want to fuck you." Each word had a pause and meaning, like "I. want. to. fuck. you." Pinning her arms above her head, he put his full weight on her, with his legs slightly open between her's. Christopher ground his crotch into her, all pressure and weight and tension while eagerly mauling her neck, shoulders, and lips with his mouth. They were on passionate auto-pilot, just desire and instinct at this point, Her hips were dancing across his, grinding and looking for that perfect spot of force against her clit. He slid his mouth down to her breast and opened wide to get as much of her in his mouth and across his tongue as possible. Sucking her in, he pulled back so that his teeth grazed across her nipple as it hung there for a moment. She wanted to arch her back and push against his cock at the same time, but the angle on the bed did not allow it, so she pulled one hand out of his grip, and slid it down his side, across his hips, and firmly guiding him into her pussy. There is good sex, great sex, and not so bad sex. The differences are both physical and mental. They had amazing chemistry and desire had taken over - this was great sex. Pawing and clawing at each other, nails digging into ass, hips pushing into her, sweet wet slurping sounds coming from between her legs. He tilted back a bit so he was resting on his heels and pulled her legs around his waist. Both of his hands grabbed her ass and hips and pulled her into him - again, and again, and again. This became a frenzied slapping of skin against skin, as she slid over his cock, legs pulling closer, then releasing; her tits flattening against her; her head sliding side to side as she let it happen, let go of any control, and any worry about what she said, how she looked, it was . . . fun. "Fuck, don't stop. Your cock is amazing, you are amazing. That angle is . . . amazing! Do you hear how wet I am, how wet you got me?" She sat up on her elbows and let her head drop back, changing the angle and position of her hips, rocking them slightly as he pushed in, pulled back. As she balanced on one arm, her other hand caressed his chest, rubbing, swirling along his belly, chest, arms. Her thumb and forefinger found his nipple and gave the slightest pinch. "You like that? Your body just shuddered, I think you like that." She did it again. "Will that make you cum in me, that little bit of pinch?" With that, she put two fingers to his lips and as soon as he opened his mouth to moan, she pushed them inside - getting them slick and wet - before leaving a trail of saliva down his chest as she snaked across to his nipple again. "I want you to cum in me - let go - fuck me. Fucking fill me, but I . . . after . . . want you to finish me off - however you like, but I want to cum too." Pinch. "Cum, that's it, cum in me. Say it Christopher. Tell me you want to cum in me." He went wild, fucking, slamming into her and was sure it hurt a little bit, but neither cared, the slapping of balls to cunt, thigh to thigh. Letting loose a string of . . . sounds "Fuck, Lauren, cum, ugh, yes, yes, I am gonna fill your pussy . . . " one after another, he hit that point where there is no going back, you lose all sense of self, and gravity and wave after wave of orgasm takes you, cum erupting from his cock, wet sticky heat covering them, as he gave one last thrust, and fell on top of her. His heart was . . . pounding and bouncing against her's, their breathing heavy and rasping. Christopher pushed on his hands, above her, and gave her a full sloppy kiss. "I'll be right back," winking at her. He was sure she thought he was going to leave and go to the bathroom or something. So there was no surprise by the pained look on her face, for the briefest of seconds, before he effortlessly brought his head down to her pussy, running his lips against her clit, and grabbing her ass. "Ohh . . . hhhh . . . humm . . . uh," or something like that, was all he heard between her thighs. With one hand under each luscious cheek, he used his thumbs to pull her apart, pulling back only momentarily so he could see her lips and that cute rosebud ass. She was red, on-fire, and the slightest touch or movement of his thumbs caused her skin to ripple. He closed his lips around her clit and, while still holding her open with one hand, easily slid two fingers in. She was literally shaking. "Oh, my, fucking, god. I am gonna cum. Keep doing exactly what you are doing. Everything is perfect. Fuck baby, fuck! He kept fucking her with his fingers while licking her clit, using his mouth and spare hand to spread those delicious pussy lips. The pace increased and it was just a series of movements . . . tongue, clit, lips, lips, fingers, over and over again when he felt it. Her whole body tensed, motionless; then like gravity kicked in, she suddenly rested into the bed, her legs scissoring back and forth - open, close, open, close - and her arms spasmed a bit, arching her head back. "Stop, stop, stop. ugh, no, more tongue. Get up here on top of me, I am still . . . oh fuck that was intense. whu . . . bbba." "Did you just say 'whubba?' he teased. "Shut up and lay on top of me," she moaned. "I want skin, get over here." 6: Let The Compass Lead The Way After laying across her for a bit, he slid to one side and lay one leg across her, rubbing her neck and shoulders, kissing her face and lips, and just coming down. He was just noticing some details about her that he'd missed before - cute pedicured feet - just frankly perfect with a summery red color toenail polish and two rings on her toes, a small compass tattoo on her ankle and a bird and star tattoo on the side of her hip, a small old scar near her rib cage, her skin awash in freckle around her breasts, shoulders and arms with even a few trailing down her stomach. He absent mindedly ran his fingers through her small patch of pubic hair, and saw that her legs had a little bit of stubble. She noticed that he noticed. "Uh yeh, I didn't know . . . uh, expect this or I would have shaved better, sorry," she said dreamily. "I am on contented kitten. Me-ow! That was hot. You have skills. I needed that." "Well, my pleasure ma'am. I aim to please," as he sounded like a Texas lawman, switching back to a normal voice, which was slightly hoarse and dry. "Let me get us some water." Standing a little too quickly, he needed to get his balance. "Oh, I don't mind the stubble," looking over his shoulder to her. "I did not picture you with a few tattoos. Story there? Let me guess, college girls night in Tijuana, Spring Break in Cancun? They are super sexy because no one else here gets to see them, but me. Just like the rest of you." He was a Cheshire cat grinning at her as he brought two waters from the mini-bar back for them. She took one and took a big gulp. "Oh, that is good. Hydrate, ya' know. So, that tattoos, you want to hear this?" "Yes, tell me everything. Anything else I need to know about you?" "So, I went through a phase after my marriage ended and the compass was significant because it kept me on course, . . . I know, it sounds a little goofy but it means a lot to me. You were right about the Spring Break thing, but it was Puerta Vallarta and it was the star. The bird was later because - well, I just thought it was cute." He reached down and kissed her ankle tattoo and then twisted her around so her hip was up facing him and she was on her side. Spooning against her, he brought his mouth to her bird tattoo. "Any other tattoos I haven't seen yet? Should I go exploring?" "Oh, you can go exploring, but that is it. I thought about a few more, and almost got my nipples pierced but - honestly if I did - I would walk around turned on, like, ALL the time. Plus not big on the whole pain, piercing thing. How about you? Piercings, tattoos? Whatcha got?" "Me? Hm, pretty tame in that regard. Not against it, but sorta missed my window. It's like threesomes. At some point you missed your time slot to have a threesome. After that, it would be kinda . . . weird, ya know?" He was running his hands against her back and she laid flat to allow him to stroke her, caress her. "I don't know about that. My sorority had a reunion a few years ago at a sister's house and a bunch of us shared rooms. Cheryl, Jessica, and I were reminiscing about old times and started a pillow fight - we were all pretty drunk mind you - and it wasn't a threesome, per se, but we did start kissing and there was some heavy petting going on . . . ." She burst out laughing. "Sorry, I am totally pulling your leg on this one, but you so stopped rubbing my back as soon as I started telling you this story. Sorry to spoil the moment, but I wasn't in a sorority, and Cheryl and Jessica are my neighbors on either side of my house back home. Sorry, that was mean, but kinda funn . . .Ouch!" He gave her a hard but playful swat on the ass that had a nice little "thwap" sound as he climbed flat on top of her and trapped Lauren's arms above her head. "Oh, funny. Yes you totally had me going there, although the pillow fight was a bit much," as he brought fingers to her side and started tickling her. "Say you're sorry for the lesbian threesome fantasy, say it." She was squirming to the touch and laughing - a good playful, teasing that made him feel a lucky-I-met-this-girl kinda laugh. "Stop, stop, stop . . . oh hhhaaa . . . . stop. Ok, you are totally going to make me pee . . . stop. Ok, Ok, Ok, I am soooo sorry . . . for . . . my lesbian threesome fantasy." He immediately stopped and went back to nibbling on her ear, "See, that was all you had to say." He was still on top of her and slid both his legs between her, feeling his cock slide against her soft skin, feeling her lips play against his balls and dick as he moved. Her ass tightened up a bit so that he slid one hand down her body and started to massage the cheek he smacked. He kept this up by kissing between her shoulder blades and across her back. "Oh, that feels nice. I'll let you do this for awhile . . . I may even reward you later. She paused but he kept rubbing and kissing. She raised up on her arms. "Hey, we haven't' talked about this - obviously - but you don't have like an early morning call or anything you . . . ya, know . . . need me to leave so you can get some sleep . . . " She was struggling to not be too vulnerable but she didn't want any surprises either. If this was a one time thing, she just wanted to know and enjoy, but not embarrass herself by overstaying. 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 01 "Nope," he said as he kept brushing his lips over her skin. "No calls, no plans. I may even sleep a little late and miss the opening session tomorrow. 'Best practices in dealing with workplace conflict' doesn't seem to interest me too much right now. You? Want to get a jump on your emails or do some breakfast networking?" They were both feeling each other out. He wanted her to stay; she wanted to stay, but who would say it first? "Hmm, well I have my 5am yoga, and then meet some of the girls for early morning pottery, but . . . no, I think I can pass on those." "You are such a smart ass," as he slid down her back and tilted his head right onto her ass. He pulled her open a bit by grabbing one side and then gave her a playful smack again. "Cute, adorable ass, but smart." Pushing off of her, he stood up and let his feet hit the floor; he finished this with a couple of bongo taps across her derriere. "Ok, so we have established you aren't go anywhere, anytime soon, " as he walked into the bathroom and tossed her a robe from below the sink. "Here, I like you naked but you may feel more comfortable prancing around the room in this. You can see the skyline we talked about," finishing with a knowing smile. "Be right back." He had ideas! 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 02 7: Cleanliness Is Next To His Thigh He splashed some water on his face and wet a washcloth to clean some of the cum from his crotch. If the bedroom was well appointed, the bathroom was even more so. As a "spa suite," it had a big jacuzzi style bath and some bath salts, a loofa like brush, and some nice smelling soaps and shampoos. Not a big solo bath person, Christopher was suddenly glad he sprang for the bigger room. Closing the drain, he threw some salts in the bath and started the water flowing. Quickly closing the door behind him to minimize the water noise, he walked back into the room, putting on a robe in the process. She looked amazingly sexy in a white plush robe, hair tussled, and a bottle of water to her lips as she looked out over the city view from the window. "This is a really nice room, and beats my view of the HVAC system or dumpster or what ever my room looks out over. This is big too." Coming up behind her, he let his arms wrap around her waist as he hugged her from behind. She easily moved into him as they looked at the night sky, almost dancing together, sort of swaying with each other. He placed his hands on her hips and moved her side to side. She read the signals and started grinding, placing one arm above her head and moving lower in front, keeping her balance by pressing against him. "See, I told you I liked to dance. It's just a shame that you don't have a balcony." Even though she had her back to him, he could see that devious teasing smile in the reflection of the window. "Damn, I did not upgrade enough. Next time." Next time? Where did that come from? "Here, take my hand. Follow me. I have plans for you. Kiss me first - like you mean it." He spun her like they were in a 1940s swing musical, and she met his mouth full on, even biting his lower lip - ever so lightly. "Hmmm. You are good kisser. Ok, follow," as he led her to the bathroom. The bath was near full and needed only another minute. "You, get in. Let me take care of you." She giggled a bit, "Ok, I like the sound of this. Are you joining me? Come on, get in with me." "I will in a second, but . . . " he pulled the terry cloth belt, "I need you in first. Trust me," as he let his hands caress her body under the robe and slowly pulled it off her shoulders to drop to the floor. Their lips met as he roamed her body. She reached for his robe. "Ah ah nah. You, tub. Go," as he looked her in the eyes. "Fine," like a wounded puppy dog. She wasn't fooling anyone. She loved this - whatever 'this' was going to be. She sunk into the warm, milky water. "Oh, that's good. Bath is wonderful. You are missing out. Just saying!" He grabbed a washcloth, avoiding the one he used before and soaked it in the bath. Lathering it up he said, "Get comfortable, but give me a leg." They were facing each other, her right side next to his, with him on the edge of the tub. She extended her right leg up and pointed her toe in the air, before settling it down over the edge of the tub. "Your leg, sir." He ran the soapy cloth across and under her leg, building up a nice lather. Most of her thigh was out of the water so she was nice and sudsy when he finished. Christopher started to massage Lauren's feet with a nice bit of pressure on her soles and ran the washcloth between her toes. "I have to be thorough. Let's get every bit of you clean." "Ohmygawd, that is heavenly. Do you charge by the hour for this service, because worth every penny. I haven't been massaged like this in for-ever. Promise me you won't let me pass out in the bath?" "Nope. No passing out for you. Keep your leg there. Ok, have you ever had a guy shave your legs before?" This was a telling moment. This could be super fun and incredibly sexy, but she could also think it weird and kinda fetish-y of him. He was willing to take some chances with her as the connection was so strong. "Christopher, I have never actually had a guy do that, but this bath feels so good and your foot rubs are amazing." Smirkingly, "If I have razor burn tomorrow, I get to shave you. I am all yours. Be gentle." "If you have never had someone shave your legs, you are in for a treat. Trust me." He reapplied some soap to her legs and grabbed a new cartridge for razor. "This one vibrates, but maybe we save that for later. I dont think we will need this for your gams." Holding her foot with his left, he started by her ankle and shaved a patch of skin clean, moving up her calf. "So far so good." "Oh, having someone do this for you is the way to go. No bending, no awkward positions. Yes, keep going." It was slow and deliberate on her calf, shin, and her knee, keeping her leg taut and gliding the razor across her skin. He would follow with a little soapy milky water to keep her leg wet and smooth. He then moved to her thigh. Most of the soap had gone so he grabbed a bar and ran it across her skin, both above and below the waterline. She parted her legs farther as the bar ran between her legs at the top of her thigh. She was in a bit of a haze. "Oh, this feels fantastic. Sexy. Good thinking. Sorry for any doubts. Just so we are clear, you are just doing my leg, right?" She was kinda dreamily entranced. This gave him a clear boundary to work in - no pubic hair. He was good with that. "Yup, just the leg. Lay back and enjoy, let me move you as I need, deal?" It was more of a rhetorical question anyway. He repeated the process for her thigh as she sunk into a deeper state of relaxation. Besides an occasional moan, deep breath, or sigh, there wasn't much sound from her. But she did not object as his left hand snaked under and pulled her leg up higher in the water. Her ass was being fully cupped with his fingertips inside the crack of that delicious back side. This had been building from 'hygiene' to 'sensual' to 'erotic,' over the last few minutes, but that did the trick. "I . . .am really enjoying this. Next leg?" It was a mix of desire, excitement, relaxation, and outright joy. He finished her leg and released her back in the water. His hands running along her leg, he made sure to massage in some of the soaps into her skin. He rolled up his robe to his knees and placed both feet in the water and sat on the edge of the tub. "Ok, next one." She flipped her left leg up and out of the tub, resting against his. He hiked his robe up further so they were skin to skin as he soaped her leg and massaged her foot again. "Don't want this leg to get jealous of the other?" "No, we don't want that. I think they are fine. Good massage." He ran a little more warm water in the tub and added some soap to keep it nice and silky, milky smooth. Even without the water, the desire was keeping them pretty warm and was leading them to a point of tearing into each other, so no point wasting time. But he had a job to do - a pretty fucking cool job - shaving this beautiful woman's legs and watching her melt around his touch. It was pretty incredible how far this has gone since this morning. With care and efficiency, he completed the process of her lower leg, letting the razor glide over her skin. For the inside of her thigh, he placed her leg on the tub away from him. But there was no way for him to reach and pull her up. "Bring your leg up out of the water for me. Just for a minute so I can be . . . thorough," with a smile. She looked him in the eye and spread her legs and brought her hips out of the water, "Like this?" Her patch of pubic hair was thick with bubbly soap and her lips actually shown against the light through the bubbles. She was smooth and wet and he was getting really hard under that robe. Christopher wanted to tug on his cock as he watched her, desire filling his face as he lost focus on her leg. "Is this good? Like this? Is this what you were looking for?" The double entendres were obvious and playful and lustful. He went back to shaving and kind of gulped a "yes" although he wasn't sure any sound came out. Finishing her leg, he placed it back in the water again, massaging her before completing. "Thank you. That was incredible. You sure know how to treat a girl." She was sitting up in the water, her fantastic tits gleaming against the warm lighting. Her mouth was near his legs as she kissed his thigh, and moved her hand to between his knees, parting them slightly. She spun effortlessly against the tub and had her legs between his before he knew what had happened, now staring full on at his stony cock. He was mesmerized by her. She was stunning - wet, and relaxed, and happy. She pulled the robe open and gestured for him to pull it behind as he sat up and let it drape off the side of the tub. Lauren got comfortable between his legs as her hands ran across his thighs. Her fingers traced the area between his balls and thighs, letting her nails lightly scratch their way down flesh. Her right hand caressed his cock, running her flat palm across the head. Her left went below his balls and pressed up against the perineum, almost touching the edge of his asshole. Christopher's legs immediately widened and he sat closer to her on the edge of the tub. His hands went to the side of the smooth finish to stabilize himself. He was trying to see how little of his ass could be on the tub to give her as much access as possible. Lauren was coyly playing with his member and pressing his taint and balls, just looking at him. "I want to reward your . . . shave. My legs feel great, all smooth and soft. The bath was a nice idea. What can I do?" Her fingers traced the veins and ridges along his phallus. "I don't think I could shave you, there are so many parts to content with and this thing would get in the way. But now that I see you up close like this, I can see you do some trimming yourself, so probably not needed. Hmmm? What to do? Any suggestions?" "I have ideas, but I will leave this to you. I had my big idea already." Blowjob, blowjob, blowjob. Please, blowjob was his mental telepathy to her. She moved her hand around his balls, but left one finger trailing behind, pointing the path toward his asshole. Occasionally, she would slip her finger further along like she was going to play with it, but never quite did. He was pretty sure she was just testing him for how much he liked it. He definitely liked it. Her other hand started jacking his cock. She was well oiled from the bath so it was like a natural lubricant, as she glided her hand across, with some directed tension against the head. It was being pushed through her fingers giving him this 'release' sensation, only to get swallowed by her grip again. "Does this feel like good repayment?" Before he could answer or grunt or anything, she asked, "would it be naughty to say I was thinking more my mouth, but I'll let you decide. Handjob or blowjob?" If anything she picked up the pace of her stroking him, adding a little twist motion "Unhh . . . mouth . . . mouth, please. Oh, please suck me. oh unn . . ." The talk and anticipation was getting him really hot and the idea of her lips enveloping him had him straining against the tub, almost like a gymnastics move just supporting his weight on his hands. He knew that wouldn't last long, but given how turned on he was he didn't think this was going to last long either. She didn't say anything, but while jacking him, put her lips to the very tip, and let her tongue dart out in the groove below the head. Her lips pursed together like she was using a straw and she half pulled him, half moved her lips so that he entered her mouth. If he thought her hands created tension, her lips caused every nerve ending to explode. Even the sensations she caused with her mouth varied. It was like a rhythm of small pull-backs as she kept moving him forward into her mouth. At first there were no teeth but they added some pressure once he was fully in, her lips about ½ way up his cock. There were no silly porn motions - nothing other than a true focus of her using her mouth - to get him off in her mouth. Just like her stroking, she quickly moved into a rhythm of in and out, slide and glide, against her lips. He had even forgotten that her hand was no longer on his balls. Her left hand had stopped caressing his boys and were under the water. She cupped up some warm water and oiled up the underside of his balls, and then reached her finger across the rim of his puckered hole. She circled it like she ran her fingers against the wine glass earlier. The impact was immediate as he curled up his hips, causing his cock to come 'up' into her mouth. Lauren shifted slightly so she was coming down on it and he got to watch her head drop down, up, down on top of it. "Please don't . . . don't you fucking stop. I am gonna cum in . . . in your . . .warm mouth." Words weren't coming, he was just images and thoughts; but words, not so much. "I'm gonna cum, don't stop . . . keep that up . . . oh uhh mmm" Three things happened simultaneously: she pressed harder against the rim of his ass and all of those nerve endings; she gripped him even tighter with her hand; and her mouth opened slightly, releasing the suction, but using her tongue and teeth to keep tension. Seeing her open her mouth to take his cum caused the 4th thing to happen: he exploded. He was sure what - for him anyway - felt like ropes and ropes of cum was not THAT much, but he freely let himself cum and lose all sense of anything. Shudders and shakes, noticing sweat between legs, soap along thighs, hands gripping the tub, legs shivering while holding his weight. She smoothed his cock between her lips, lightly sucking the last of his cum from him, that further intensified the feeling. "Oh, you have to stop," was all he can speak. Lauren removed her lips and smiled at him. "How was that? Good? Did you have as much fun as I had?" She sat in front, on her knees, running her hands roughly up his legs, massaging muscles, and causing goose bumps up his spine. She looked pleased with herself. Christopher slid down the tub, his ass entering the cooling water. It was good to give his tired legs a break. He had one foot on either side of her, knees up, when he put his arms around her and leaned in for a kiss on her lips. Those luscious lips that moments ago performed miracles on him. "Me - good - Tarzan like Jane. Hum, yes Tarzan like. That was . . . ," was all he got out. After a delayed pause, she finished, ". . . incredible. Yes, I think it was. I am glad Tarzan like. Tarzan better eat a banana so he doesn't cramp later." "Yes, Tarzan will do whatever you want. Shall we get out of the water, it is getting kinda cold and I could go for straightening my legs?" They both stood, and for the most part dried themselves, but he did run a towel across her back and ran fingers across her skin before they put their robes back on. They both went for water bottles. She went to the couch and sat down first. He came up next to her and ran a hand across her neck. "How do your legs feel? Smooth?" "Yes, probably better than your legs right now. I thought you might go all 'pommel horse' on me, you looked like you were going to balance yourself there for a second, legs all vee'd out. Here, sit down next to me." "Love to, but before I sit - because I may need to stay there for a second until I get my legs back - are you hungry? We have been pretty indulgent so far - how does dessert from room service sound?" They settled on fresh berries and a cheesecake and a couple of more waters, which were promised to be up in less than a half hour. They were there in a little over 15 minutes. They kissed a few times, chatted, and relaxed into each other's company. It was calming to be near someone who he didn't really know, but had this amazing connection; sexual chemistry of course, but they were enjoying their company. And while he didn't know how she staked her dishwasher or her views on the Middle East, he found they had very similar views on substantive things like work, family, friends, were both pretty neat, clean people, Type-A personalities to a point, and such. And while he could not get her to move on her love of all things reality TV, they were connecting. Eating cheesecake, connecting, and drinking water. Occasionally throwing a berry at each other. In between berry throws, he naturally let out, "I can't let you go out the way you look right now, all freshly fucked and mussed. I think you should spend the night here." He was trying to be cool, but not really, and the statement was more declarative, firm, than it was open for debate. Christopher wanted her to stay here - with him. "Yes, what would the other conference goers say. What would they say?" through her smile. "Ok, I'll stay." Pause. . . . . . . . "I look freshly fucked?" 8: Sleep Always Wins They spent the next few hours reveling in their touch under the covers. Hands explored the small of the back, thighs, and hips; these touches matched the light kiss of lips, and the touch of fingers. Neither of them wanted to sleep, but they did. He was the space heater of the two, radiating warmth as she snuggled up against him. "This is nice. You feel amazing. I will apologize now for how I look in the morning. I am not a morning person - at all," she said groggily as she pressed her body against him. "I know it is clique to say 'I don't do this,' but I don't do this." "Oh, I do this all the time." He gave her a light poke against her ribs. "Yup, this is so me. Hey, before we totally pass out I have a few questions. I am going to order coffees and such for breakfast. What do you want?" "Just coffee . . . uh, and a juice. Orange. Get lots of coffee. You said 'questions.' Plural." "Oh, yes, the big ones- do you snore? Talk in your sleep? How about sleepwalk? Are you going to molest me in my sleep? Anything weird I should know about before I let my guard down?" He was up, standing naked by the desk and filling out the breakfast card. He padded across the room and placed it on the door. On the way back he noticed her staring at him. "Yes?" "You have a fabulous ass Christopher. A nice butt. Anyone tell you that before?" "Yup, one of my better assets." "Get it back in here," she said as she pulled back the covers so he could get in. She exposed her breasts as she did so. He noticed. He put his arms around her and kissed her closely. And wrapped his legs around her. "You can touch it if you like?" She did; two hands on ass. "So come on, any weird sleep habits, you didn't answer me." She bit into his upper arm, "yes, I bite in my sleep." "Oh, phew. I lick stuff, so . . . " as he ran his tongue across her breast. "Ok, don't start something you can't finish right now. " Pause. "Can you? Start something, I mean." "I think we better get some sleep, let me get the light. You on the correct side of the bed? Can I get you anything?" "Nope, I am all set. Can you sleep like this?" as she turned her back to him and slide into him, spooning him. They were both asleep in minutes, drifting, floating. 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 03 9: Impromptu Coffee She was aware of her surroundings before he was fully awake. She opened her eyes and knew where she was, but it still took a minute for it to process through the haze. Her stirring caused him to move. He woke feeling pretty groggy. He smiled at her and gave her a foggy "morning." Some of the intimacy of their night before was lost. He knew he had some morning breath, and neither of them faced directly into each other. He needed coffee and wanted to see how she was this morning. Maybe react off of her body language a bit. "How did you sleep?" She paused for a second; contemplating whether to tell him she slept like a rock. What the fuck, why not, "I slept great. I didn't bite you; not even once. You?" "I must have slept great, I just remember saying 'good night," and then this. I need some coffee, though." He checked the clock; it was still a little early for their order. He flopped back onto the pillow. "Coffee won't be here for a bit, let me make us some of the not-as-good stuff in that room coffee maker over there." "Good, that would be great. Let me . . . uhn, use the bathroom " She slid out of the sheets and demurely put on the robe. "Can I use some toothpaste?" "Help yourself," as he got up, not bothering for the robe. He steadied himself as he stood. A few steps on toes, arch of the back, swing of the arms and he was ready for coffee. He had a pot brewing and had rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as she opened the door. "Much better." She held up her index finger. "Always keep this toothbrush with me. Never leave home without it." Her smile was back again. "Nice. My turn," as he darted in. She stayed in the robe but got back in bed, propping some pillows up as the smell and gurgle of coffee permeated the room. She was coming a little bit more awake. He splashed some water on this face and relieved himself. Then a quick brush and a quick check in the mirror was all he needed to feel him again. He could smell the coffee even in here. He poured two cups and gave her one. "The cream is kinda non-existent, but do you want some sugar or something?" "Nope, black is good." It was all polite conversation as he climbed back into bed. They were both waking up, but neither wanted to assume anything from the other. He took a few sips and turned to her on his side. 'Ok, I have this crazy idea. Really radical stuff. But you seem like a pretty radical girl." She chuckled and had to put the coffee down mid-sip. "Ya think. You shaved my legs last night, plus some other stuff. I think we moved passed radical a while ago. What's on your mind?" "OK, we can have our room service coffees and then go down to the event, or . . . ok, here is my idea. Let me change our coffee order and get us full breakfast. Let's take our time and eat a decent breakfast, with real coffee, and all that. Then, when you are ready, I will throw on some clothes and go to your room and get you a change of clothes, and a proper toothbrush and whatever you need so you can avoid the walk of shame thing - in case you run into those registration bitches. It would be fun and . . . just tell me what you need." "You so just want to snoop through my stuff. It is not all that interesting. You sure you don't mind keeping me around for a bit longer and running down to my room?" 10: Can The Sink Support Her? Yogurt, fruit, coffees, OJ, eggs, toast and jam, and a few rolls arrived about a ½ hour later. They were both in robes and sat, checking emails on their phones, and sipping their coffee. He had used that time before breakfast to go to her room and grab a blue dress, as well as both her makeup and toiletries DOB kits. "That will be enough to avoid any awkwardness running into anyone from the conference. You aren't going to like steal any of my underwear or anything are you?" She was probably only partially kidding. "If I do, I win the bet. Just like 'Sixteen Candles," in fact, all men have a running bet from that movie. Although winning some 'floppy disks' isn't as enticing as it was in the late 80's but still. No, I am not going to go through your underwear in your room. I already have the pair you wore last night," he teased as he walked out the door. "Where are they," she wondered aloud. When they finished breakfast and there was nothing urgent capturing their attention, he finished a sip of juice and walked over to her, putting a hand on either shoulder. "I feel almost human again," as he rubbed her shoulders. "I am going to hop in the shower. Join me?" She stood and kissed him, "Hmm. You start, I'll be right there." Still in her robe, she was brushing her teeth by the sink and could watch him through the clear stall, water cascading down his body, slick and wet, face under the spray. "Can you hear me ok? Soap yourself up for me. Show me." He heard just fine and didn't need further instructions. Running the soap across his torso and down his belly, he ran the bar across his hardening cock and ran his fingers through his pubic hair, getting a nice lather. He turned to face her directly, the spray running down his back and behind him. He slowly stroked it for her, at her, to her. He was looking her up and down and a hungry longing filled his eyes. "I am going to need some motivation." Without a word, she sleepily moved one hand effortlessly through her robe so it opened for him. She ran her hand across her torso and across her breast, using the other hand to open that side of the robe. She used a finger to trace the contour of her nipples and then moved down to her pubic mound. She ran her flattened hand between her legs as she watched him, mimicked him. His stroking only intensified, giving rise to some very focused jacking off for her. She approached the shower, still feeling herself. "Can I get in there without getting my hair wet? Or should we get you out here?" "Hold on a second, but don't stop what you are doing. Lose the rob." He rinsed the soap off and stepped out onto the map, dripping. "I want you here, and it is not going to be tender." He approached her and she reached out to take his cock in her hand. He pulled her close and they were passionately kissing when he spun her around and had her grab onto the sink. She was standing upright, but bent to stick her ass out to him. "Is this what you want, to take me from behind. Are you going to fuck me hard right here, in front of the mirror where you can watch. Is that what you want?" He grabbed her hips and put his cock against the crack of her ass and slid it down until it was against her opening. The water and her state of being turned on let him slip right in. He twisted his grip to the front of her hips and pulled her into him. Her arms elongated along the sink as she balanced herself. There was a wet thawp as he sunk in. She arched her back and faced him in the mirror. He was lost in her, in the moment, staring at her ass. Her words brought him back and he looked up to her in the mirror. "Is this what you wanted? To take advantage of me in the bathroom? Fuck, you . . . uh. Keep that up. Keep fucking me. " She held on with one hand and moved the other to her cunt. Her fingers grazed his cock inside her. "How is that?" He kept a steady pace, but hard and forceful. He was not ready to let go yet, but he wanted this so badly. She moved to her clit. "Keep this up. Don't stop. Fuck." She was flicking her clit with abandon. If only she could use her other hand as well but she couldn't support herself otherwise. The sound of the two of them was echoing through the bathroom like a sexual symphony. Deep base noises of him slamming into her, small wet sounds of her lips, grunts and groans and the sharp intake of air. That was right when he spanked her. His right hand let go of her hips and one sharp smack against her ass check. She immediately turned red. She also moaned with pure passion. "Fuck. Keep fucking me. Hump . . . " She came faster than she thought. Cock, clit and desire revved her faster than usual and she gave herself permission to feel it - enjoy it. It wasn't quite there one second, then the next she felt it come on. Her head lifted up for a second to see herself staring back in the mirror. She was someone else at that moment and quickly put her head down as her legs bent. Her cuming and the tightening of her pussy was enough to move him over the edge pretty quickly. She was still coming when he felt that point of no return. He did a few quick thrusts into her before stopping, fully inside her. He could feel her squeezing against him as he fell forward against her and placed his lips against her back, arms around her. He squeezed her close and pulled her back against him as his cock started to fall out of her. They both were breathing pretty hard. "I can't stay like this here, as she turned around and leaned against the stink, legs slightly open. He came to her and kissed her, then settled his head in her chest as they supported each other. "I can get used to this, although I would never get to work, or out of the house on Saturday or Sunday." "I know. That was . . . fantastic. I like this bathroom." She put her arms around him. 'Wanna take a nap?" Big smile. 11: Now What? Mid-morning sun came blinking through the curtains across her face and his shoulders. They both stirred a little, feeling both groggy and relaxed. Neither wanted to sleep too long, but moments of relaxation like this come far too seldom. They both felt heavy as they pressed into each other. They had performed a classic spooning maneuver in the two hours while they slept. And while the Eastern European judges were always relentless on the technical details,as he had a high degree of difficulty as he was both little spoon to start and ended as the big spoon, arms wrapping around them. Had this been an international spooning competition, they would have easily taken the Silver medal - not bad for their first time. He used his hands to pull her tightly toward him. Their bodies radiated heat and made them slightly sticky, which neither seemed to mind. Skin on skin contact causes the human body to release oxytocin, commonly called the "pairing hormone." It was having the desired impact on both as they warmed into each other, unable to touch enough skin, leaving them both contented and wanting more. They were both aware that they missed the morning keynote and, unless they did something drastic like rush out of bed this instance, they would probably be late for lunch. The jumping out of bed thing didn't seem likely. He took his hands and guided her head down, so her chin was in her chest, exposing the back of her neck to him. She folded forward slightly, causing her lower back and butt to press into him. He used his thumbs against the base of her neck and dug them up the back of her scalp as his other fingers tangled into her hair. They settled into a nice rhythm as he repeated this a few times, relaxing her shoulders. Feeling playful, she did a little bump 'n' grind with her hips against him, wiggling her hips and twisting against his body. "Hmmmm! That feels fantastic. You have some amazing hands." He kept massaging with one hand, but moved his right down to her hip and steadied her against him. His lips brushed her collarbone and randomly selected spots along her upper back. Soft kisses, lips just caressing skin. He removed his hand from her hip and brought it around to cup her breast. She moved her hand onto his as the both pressed, pulling her even closer to him with the best kind of tension. "A girl could get used to this. I could stay like this for hours, you rubbing my back," she said out loud without even thinking, like her brain was on some sort of 'spa day autopilot.' She suddenly felt a little tense. She was now keenly aware that spending the night was one thing, but there was no concept of the next 24-hours ever discussed. Did he have sessions he needed to attend? Dinner plans? Lunch plans? Work or conference calls? She was supposed to be reporting back to her team everything she learned. She envisioned standing in front of her peers back at the office. Well, the first day's sessions were great, but I peeled off mentally around lunch and totally hooked up with this guy who - get this, shaved my legs and I let him fuck me like he owned me. Then we had coffee in the morning. Are there any HR-related questions I can answer? "Hey," she she turned her head to see him, "we haven't talked about 'what's next.' What does your day look like? I honestly don't want to get all comfortable and then have you have to dash out on me." She realized her blurting this out was rather abrupt and worried it could make her sound like a psycho. No, not really a psycho but her mind was reeling on what to do next. "I am gonna do this all day," he replied rather calmly, matter-of-factly. "Good for you?" "Oh, ok. All day, huh?" He pulled his hand off her breast and grabbed her shoulder to turn her toward him. She took the hint and flattened her back against the mattress and turned her head to face him. "Ok, how about cards on the table, full transparency, complete honesty time?" "Ok. Love it. Let me guess? You are a space alien here to seduce earth women? You have 72 hours to live and you wanted to spend your last hours at an HR conference?" "Oh my god! You are so spot on. I am a space alien with only 72 hours to live and was told to seduce the hottest attendee at this conference so that I may use her ectoplasm for my . . . life-sustaining something or other. I forget. But now, I will have to devour the ectoplasm from your . . . your . . . earlobe." He lunges at her, teeth bared like a classic movie vampire and starts to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobes. "Don't move, this is gonna hurt." Laughing, she pushes back against his shoulders. "OK, I get it. Now, what was with the full honesty thing?" He comes back on one arm and is leaning over her. He lets his hand glide down her torso and rest against her waist, tracing her skin. "I should attend a few sessions today." The change in her demeanor is immediate. He can see the smile wiped from her face and her body stiffen a little. "Hey there. Hold a sec. I wasn't finished . . . I should attend a few sessions, but honestly don't want to. I would like to spend more time with you. So here goes . . . what do you have to do today? Do you have anything that would stop you from spending the day with me? That is, assuming you want to? I mean . . . we haven't really talked about it." She looked slightly amused and relieved at the same time. "I would like that. I should check email and make a phone call or two but nothing urgent. I am, as they say, all yours." Her fingertips made swirling motions against his chest. "Whatever do you have in mind for me?" "Let's get out of the conference all together. Want to leave the hotel and make a day of it in the city?" He leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She returned a full open mouth kiss and they both sank into it for a moment before he returned back up above her. "Yes, that sounds like a plan. What do you wanna do?" "First, let's take a proper shower and get dressed. I am a little foggy so let's get a coffee someplace and start exploring. Do you need anything from your room?" He started kissing her shoulders again, and pulled the sheet back to expose her breasts, down to her hips. He slid a hand down across her pubic hair and ran his fingers through the tangles. "Better question, do you need anything from me right now?" "Yes, but if we start that it will be dark before we realize it and we will be ordering midnight dessert again. How about we hop in the shower and we soap each other all up and down, and then I can run up to my room and get presentable for a day on the town with you?" Without saying a word he stood, naked in front of her, and held a hand out to her, pulling her up from bed. As she stood, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, before leading her into the shower. 12: Soap They soaped each other up and down. 13: There Is A Coffee Place Everywhere 22 min after, by his watch, she was back to his room. Her face was glowing and radiant, with the slightest hint of gloss against her lips. She had on a tight fitting pair of jeans, a pair of black wedges, and a black and red swirling print top. It looked both modern and psychedelic. "Wow!" Big involuntary smile. "You look fantastic. Wow! Sorry, I keep saying 'wow,' but well . . Wow." He is just staring and grinning at her. "I only have a jeans and blue button down to wear. I didn't expect going out." She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck and reached up on her tip toes to kiss him. "You look great. Yummy, even. Let's go have some fun. Coffee first, right?" "Yes, please, let's go get something to jump start me. Any place is fine. We can talk about where we want to go." ++ There was a Starbucks in the lobby. Each got a small latte and sat at the bar watching the crowds pass them by on the street. She sat close to him, her hand resting against his thigh. "Let's take these to go, and visit the shopping district, which I think is just that way," he starts pointing down the road. "Then we can go grab some lunch and figure where to go this afternoon. I am up for anything - museum, the zoo, park, take you shopping, spa, whatever. I am just looking forward to spending time with you." "Awe, that is so sweet. Yes, me too. Let's go have some fun. Come on, grab your coffee and let's go." 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 04 14: Everyone Likes Binge Watching They held hands up the street and across an alley to reach a series of boutiques and small shops. Colorful awnings dotted the streets, and some of the signs had seen better days, but it had a charm to it. An authentic city district. Even before noon, the place buzzed with traffic, pedestrians energetically walking while reading the cell phones, kind of bumping up against each other. There was an energy outside of the hotel they both took in. "Beautiful day. I am so glad we got out. Fuck the conference." She was laughing and engaging in some weird suburban gang sign movements. "Yeah! Fuck the conference. Get all gangsta on it." He just started laughing at her antics. "Sorry, I am not even sure what that means. I am just happy to be out." She paused. "Look, I am . . . kind of a goof. Actually, quite a goof. I know this might be a weird thing to say, but I just want to be casual with you. I mean, natural. I am having a really nice time, and I usually don't sleep with the guy first and then go out with them after." She leaned up and kissed him, snaking her hand across his ass in a blatant display of public affection. "I usually make . . . them . . . wait. Like 3 or 4 dates wait. Until they are like begging for it." She bit his lower lip. "Nah, I am just fucking with you. I am kinda slutty." "I like slutty." He put his arms around her. "Ok, tell me about some of these dates you made wait until they could . . . I am not sure how to finish that sentence." He was smiling ear to ear. "Give me a few date examples." "Ok, let's see. Before I would let them get some of this, I had a few great dating choices." They started walking again, past the antique shop and the local drug store. "I had a great one. Guy started crying in the middle of dinner." "No, come one. Like actual crying." "Yep. Actually tears and choking up. It was like his first or second date after his wife left him. He was a friend of a co-worker who I did as a favor. " "What did you do? How . . . I mean, how did you handle it?" "I was nice. Ya know, consoling. Comforting. 'Oh poor baby. You are gonna be fine.' That kinda thing. Then I quickly got home in time to watch my Game of Thrones." "Gawd, I love that show. Are you caught up? Should I not say how the dragons kill the king?" "Ha ha, Mr. funny man. I am caught up and the dragons don't kill the king. Dragons, please." She poked a rib and hip checked him. He walked over the nearest trash can and tossed his coffee. "You done?" As she handed it to him, he asked her "Ok, I love that show. It is a great binge watch. What else do you watch? Do you do a lot of binge watching? Are you a Breaking Bad fan?" "I don't have a ton of time to binge watch, but I do love Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad was amazing television. I always find some half hour sitcom to DVR just to fill some time, but for the life of me, can't think of any titles right now. How about you? Do you watch a lot of golf? Fishing shows? Maybe a historical documentary on World War Two tanks?" "Yup, History Channel all day and night." He stopped in front of a little lingerie boutique with the name "Sophie's" stenciled on the window. "Here, follow me." He grabbed her hand and led her in. 15: The World's Best Bra The store was exquisite. Displays of luxury and designer bras, underwear, chemises, silk, lace, beautiful colors. Two mature, well-dressed women were behind the counter. They both looked up, but one said, "Hello. Welcome to Sophie's. Let me know if we can help you with anything in particular." She went back to her paperwork. "Hi. My girlfriend is here to try on some undergarments. Can you give us a hand?" He grabbed Lauren's hand and interlaced their fingers. He gave her the "just go with it" look. "Uh, no. I mean, yes. But not sure . . . " She was staring straight at him. "Sorry, she is still a little . . . unsure about letting me pay." Turning his back to the assistants, he kissed her full on the lips and whispered, "let me take you shopping a little. It will be fun for me. Let's make it fun for you." He could see she was unsure about this, and he guessed right that it was about the money. "Tell you what, you can buy me dinner or something." "Deal." Big shining smile. "Yes, Hi. I am looking for a bra and some underwear. What do you think honey, thong or boy shorts?" It was like a light had gone off. She was turning the tables and trying to embarrass him. "Anything else I should look at? I know you like leather, baby." The shopkeeper and her assistant both looked at each other with a 'oh great, another one of these couples' look. "Great. I am Sophie. This is Jane. Jane will help you look around." To Lauren, "What is your name? I will help you get measured and fitted." "Uh, Hi. I am Lauren. Fitted?" "Yes, we custom fit all of our garments here. We take some measurements and I guarantee these will fit you better than anything you have ever put on before. Come, come. I will take you back. Jane can help your boyfriend look around and find something you might like, but let's get you started." She led her into a large fitting room in the back. Lauren stripped down to her underwear and bra and was measured along 6 different places across her breasts, her waist, and hips. At one point felt like she was being held hostage by a tape measure. When she was finished, Sophie jotted down the measurements onto a form. Lauren went back to put her clothes on. "No dear, here just put on this robe and we can go back out and I can show you a few garments. We have some really pretty things for you to try on." She put on a plush chocolate colored robe and a pair of slippers and followed Sophie back out. Christopher had been browsing a few sections with Jane, engaged in some idle chit chat. All four of them walked the floor, with Sophie handing frilly undergarments to Jane like she was a lingerie sherpa. Jane padded back to the dressing room with 5 or 6 bras, 2 thongs, 3 see-through pair of underwear that Christopher picked out, and a beautiful lavender baby doll that had him grinning from ear to ear. After Jane reappeared, Lauren and Sophie went back, leaving Christopher occupied with Jane again. Sophie came back out about 10 min later. "I think she found a few things, but she wants your opinion. Right back here." Christopher walked back by himself and pulled back the curtain to enter the dressing room. She was still in her robe, but had a sheepish grin. "Hi, close the curtain will ya?" He did. "So, you have to tell me what you think . . . " as she opened her robe. The air was suddenly a little thin for him as he felt his breath literally being taken away and felt his stomach tighten. He could feel his heart in his chest. She was standing in front of him with the robe wide open in a grey and white sheer bra and a matching thong that hugged her curvy hips. He was drawn to the beauty of the little details of her, from seeing her pubic hair through the sheer fabric, to the way the bra lifted and supported her fantastic breasts. She let the robe drop and started to turn. "What about the back side? Does my ass look good in these?" She was grinning and almost giggly. "These feel so great. My gawd, I am never buying off the rack again. Do you like?" He took the two steps to reach her in one movement and had his hands on her, spinning her around. His lips met hers and he pulled her close. She reciprocated. His left hand pulled back the fabric from her breast as he bent down and took her nipple in his mouth. Sucking and biting, he pulled her closer to him from the small of her back. She arched her back and held on to his shoulder. "Oh, uh . . . I guess you like them. Shall I get these . . . or do you want to see the others?" He pulled off her for a quick "Yes," but not much more. There was a rap at the wall outside. "Hi. Lauren. How we doin' in there?" It was Sophie. Christopher licked her nipple as she replied, "Uh, great. He likes these. I was about ready to try on the babydoll, but am not sure how much we want to get today." "We are good with all three," he replied quickly. "If she likes it . . I mean." "Ok, sure thing. Lauren, honey, can I help you with anything or do you just want another minute?" questioned Sophie, still outside the curtain. A devious grin crept over Lauren's face, "Give me just a minute to try this on." She reached around and unclasped the bra. Then slid out of her underwear, standing naked in front of Christopher. She placed one finger to her lips to keep Christopher quiet. She handed the bra and underwear to Sophie through the curtain. "We are gonna take these for sure. Let me try this on. We will be out in a minute." She kissed him full on the lips and whispered "Take it out. Right now." Perplexed, Christopher was not moving. "I am standing here naked in front of you. I am going to put on this amazing babydoll which will hopefully make you harder than you are right now. It should have you thinking about tearing it off of me. We only have a minute. I said, take your cock out . . . right now." Christopher unzipped his jeans and pulled them apart. He reached down and pulled out his very erect, very hard cock. He absentmindedly stroked it as he watched her put on the baby doll. When she had it on with a tug here, a tug there, she stood before him and watched him play with himself. "We only have a second, but you got me all turned on," as she dropped to her knees and put him in her mouth. His head tilted back as he inhaled - like it was his last breath. There was another knock at the wall. "How is that working out for your sweetheart? Does it fit OK?" Lauren turned a bit red and stood up, and wiped her lip. She mouthed "sorry" to Christopher while she said. "We like it. A lot. What do you think baby? She we get this one too?" "Yes, Yup. OK." As he took another breath. He whispered "come on" as he looked down his member was being lightly massaged by her hand. "I will be out in a second to pay." Sophie had been down this path since she opened the shop, so she stood just outside the curtain and said politely "Great. I will be right here and you can hand me the last item so we can go back and ring it up. Is there anything else we can help you with? Some stocking, perhaps? We have some really sexy accessories . . . " as her voice trailed off. Lauren took the baby doll off and handed it through the curtain. "I, uh, think we are all set." She zipped him up and gave him a quiet kiss. "More of that later. Promise," she said into his ear. Louder for them all to hear, "Ok, baby. I will be right out. Meet you at the register." The absolute lust in his eyes told her, without words, that he was going to hold her to that. 16: Satisfy Appetites They emerged with two small, but stylish white bags letting everyone know they had both taste and just purchased lingerie. "So, lunch, or do you want to just take me behind a parked car over there," she smiled at him. "Can you be lunch? Oh, strike that . . . that was cheesey. Lunch, but someplace nice so I can drag you into the bathroom after we order." He grabbed her hand. "Where to? What do you like?" "KFC of course. No, no, no. How about something spicy? Asian. Maybe Thai or Chinese something?" They settled on a window table of a little Thai place after walking for 2-3 minutes. After ordering, they sat holding hands across the table. A slightly serious look came over her face. "I really love that you bought me lingerie, but . . . I feel a little uncomfortable about it. I just met you yesterday and, don't get me wrong, I am having a fantastic time with you. But, I . . . I don't want to spoil our time, but I don't want to feel . . . awkward. I leave tomorrow afternoon. Look, I should just probably shut up and enjoy this. . . ." as she seemed to drift off and look out the window. He grabbed her hands a little tighter and said to her -rather sweetly, "Hey there. Hey. I totally get it. We keep coming up against these . . . I don't know . . . deadlines. Like spending the night last night. I get it. Look, the lingerie was super fun and I never get to do that. Ever. I was wicked turned on by your outfit choices and my god you are stunning." She reacted to that and faced him. "Feeling is mutual. I loved it and it was so thoughtful that you wanted to do that for me." "See, we both feel the same way. Look before we get ahead of ourselves, let's eat but I want to get to know you more. Know more about you. So, let me ask a bunch of things I want to know. Sound like a plan?" "OK, shoot. Same here. I toss a few questions right back at you. Fire away." She was smiling again and seemed more at ease. "Let's see, where to start? Do you want to get married again? How about kids - do you want more kids?" "Wow. OK, we are going for the big ones first. I thought this might be 'my favorite movie' or something." She was thoughtful when she responded "Married. yes, I would like to get married again. My first try was not great, but it did give me a great, adorable little girl. She is amazing and so much more . . advanced than I remember being at her age. She is an old soul, intelligent, and kind. She is everything to me. Her father is . . . well, he tries. Sort of. It is not . . . great. Sorry, sidetracked. Yes, I think I can do a better job of picking a quality guy this go around. I am not one of those 'abandon marriage' folks. I have a few girlfriends like that. It seems . . . bitter, empty. I don't know." "I don't think I want to try for another child. I know I could, but I think I have . . . that ship has sailed, ya know. I don't know. Never say never, but at this moment, not really thinking it, ya know? What about you? You can't ask that and not expect to reciprocate." The waitress picked that moment to come back with a large platter of Pad Thai and two plates and some more water. He served her some and then turned his attention on his plate. "Marriage, yes. Easily. I like the idea of it and even though it wasn't what I expected, I could do better and select who I marry better this time around. So yes, absolutely. I am a bit of hopeless romantic. Which is why a few of those early dates - the ones we talked about last night - never really took." "Kids. I think I am pretty close to you on this. I have this amazing son who just rocks. He is such a great kid. I know most parents say this about their kids, but he really is . . . just amazing. But look, I will just say this. . . hypothetically, we are a good looking pair. We would have some cute kids." She stopped eating, and just stared at him, not sure how to take that particular statement. He had this 'I'm just saying' look which let her relax a bit. "Yes, we would have some cute kids. Your legs, my brains. Unstoppable." "Yes, and if they got your mad gangsta' moves, they would totally conquer the criminal underworld. Yup," he teased. "You know it! Punk!" Big smile from her. "Pad Thai is pretty good. Hey, thanks for . . . well today. I mean. . . and last night for sure, but for today, in particular. I am having fun with you. I really like . . .spending . . . I really like you," she blushed. "Gawd, that was hard to say." His smile brightened his eyes as he replied "me too." They both went back to their Pad Thai, letting a comfortable silence pass between them while they ate. 17: This Top Ten List Was Never On Late-Night TV They were both more hungry than they thought as they vigorously ate their meal. At separate points, they each got up to use the bathroom, with mumbles about "too much coffee," or "better use it now." But there was no overture for them to both go back there at the same time. "Here, let me get this," as she tossed out her card. "I owe this and dinner tonight for the lingerie. That was really sweet by the way. I am still kinda . . . surprised. . . in a good way. Thank you." "No really, this was fun. And I get to see that outfit again tonight. Total win-win for me." "Hmm . . . yeah, about that. I am not sure. I'm shy," she said in a teasing voice. She placed a stirring straw in her mouth and twisted it between her lips. "I am not sure what I should wear. Any suggestions?" He shifted in his seat a little bit. "I, uh . . . I . . . what do you want? I . . . ," clearly a little red and a little choked up. He grabbed a glass of water and let the cool ice liquid calm this throat a bit. "So many combination. Naked with heels, or just my panties (saying this last word with breathy emphasis). Maybe just flashing you with the robe. Maybe I will blindfold you with the robe belt and ask you to feel what I am wearing." He was squirming now and needed to adjust himself under table, which he did. She noticed. "I see this is getting you kinda hot. Me too. I like the anticipation, don't you?" He nodded. "yes, I . . . I like the just panties look, I think." "Why is that Christopher?" She was leaning a little closer to him across the table. "Do you like to see my breasts?" A weak "yes. uh huh," crossed his lips. He was staring at her, lust filling his eyes. Moving her hand to her mouth so that the waitress couldn't see them, she said "or do want to see my tits? Doesn't that sound better, Christopher. Tell me you want to see my tits." "I so badly want to see your tits, Lauren." "Oh, baby. I love hearing you say that. Look before we get out of here, I like having you here and captive and I am guessing a little uncomfortable. Let's do this . . . you tell me 5 things you would like to do to me/with me. Then I will tell you 5. These should be fun and a little naughty. Then, tell me 5 really dirty, fantasy filled things in that devious little head of yours and I will tell you my 5. So 5 sexy, then 5 really sexy or elaborate, or . . . goes to 11 fantasies. Deal?" He steadied his hands under the table. "OK, let's see . . . 5 sexy. I am gonna be descriptive on a few of these." "Oh, as much as you need, baby. I will too, so be ready." "Start with one . . . I want you on top of me, reverse cowgirl. It stuck in my head before and the idea of seeing your fabulous ass like that is so hot." "Oh, you got it. I am not going to interrupt you every time, but yes, we will so do that. Keep going." "Let's see, In front of the window, with the city before us. Not really trying to get caught, but it is . . . decadent. Thrilling? She was smiling and in rapt attention, but didn't say anything. "Uh, three, I want to take my time and go down on you, tease you, taunt you, make you all squirmy and get you to the point where you are almost mad at me to finish you off. Play with you - all of you down there. That is what I want to do," he finished with declaration. He might well have crossed his arms and made a genie move with his head. I wish it. So shall it be written, so shall it be done. Now she was getting a little wiggly and some color had come to her cheeks. Her response was distant and far off, like she was someplace else, "Yes, I . . . I would like that." "OK, let's make that a priority." He was feeling confident and on a role here, so he went to "Four. Number four would be . . . . an on your knees with me standing or on the edge of the bed blowjob." "And number five. Well, this may be hard to articulate, but good old fashioned missionary position, but doing it the right way, slow, with pressure, kissing you and nibbling your ears, letting my hips grinding into you, maybe holding your hands down above your head, letting me do most of the work . . . .that was would be . . . hot." "Damn," she was drinking some cool water. "Ok, those are good. I . .. .I may have a repeat or two of those because . . . damn, those were good. OK, my turn, " as she focused and sat up straight. 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 04 "I like all 5 of those and I don't want to just say 'ditto.' I will say that the missionary position one - your last one - sounds fantastic. So that is my first one." "Two . . . . number two . . . . we have had like three showers between us and not had sex in the shower. How is that? So, I like standing in the shower, guy behind me, against a class wall or door or something. Something about my soapy body pressed up against the glass, all that steam. Phew!" He pressed his palm against his groin under the table, feeling a sense of temporary relief against her description. "Yes, gawd that is hot," was all he said. "I know. Yes. Ok, number three. You get me off with a vibrator. Take your time, hands caressing me, and using a vibrator on me to get me off would be so amazing." "Four, masterbating in front of each other." "Five, This is more an attitude than anything. I want a guy to take charge. Not in a overly aggressive way, but in a way that says 'I am in control.' It takes all the decision and thoughts out of it for me. It is . . . weirdly relaxing. I have to totally trust him and it may take a time or two, but when it works, it is so fantastic fucking." He sat there, eyes narrowed, ready to rip the table cloth off and take her right there. "Let's go. Let's get out of here." She sat for a second and was really torn. She wanted to know more about this guy and had been burned before by a few guys who seemed nice but were creepy after a few times in bed. He would be more honest now that they were both turned on, than say, later over dinner. "Babe, this is getting me pretty turned on. I want to go back too, but I really want to hear your last 5. Come on, give me a few of those deep dark fantasies and then I will let you have your way with me back at the room." She had taken her shoe off and lifted it between his legs and rested it on the chair. Her toes moved from side to side across each thigh. He reached under the table and held her foot, while moving his chair up so that she was pressing into him. She moved, glided and pressed her foot until she was directly flat against his cock, then she stroked up and down. Even these small movements had a tremendous impact on him. "Come one. Give me 5 really hot, naughty things you want to do . . . ." He blurted out "I love being tied up, and also tying up. Each taking turns with the other. Slow, methodical, deliberate." "I love it when a girl likes to be spanked . . . ya know, a nice couple of slaps on the ass while I am going down on her or fucking her from behind. Number . . ." "I love that," she said with some abandon, then composed herself. "I mean, not every time, but I love that. Being a little . . . rough." "Yes, rough. Good. Ok, number three. I love it when I am told to come on her . . . someplace. Tits, stomach. The face thing doesn't do it for me, I know that is supposed to be every guys fantasy, but it can get in her eyes and her hair . . . I don't know, never did it for me. But a women giving me a hand job telling me to cum on her tits. Oh, so hot." "Ok, look, I want to tell you one because I know you want to get to know me and I am not sure where any of this is going, so I am going to trust you on this one. It may be a little . . . weird. I don't know." "Hey, it's ok, go ahead and tell me. Really." "Ok, I . . . so something like anal would be in the top 20, but since we going top ten . . . I have this thing when women use their underwear, wrap it around my cock to get me off, or wear them and get excited and then drape them over my face so I can smell her, or having me cum in them. There is just something so . . . forbidden about it. I know . . . it's a little weird." He looked up at her as he finished. He wasn't sure what that look was, but then she finished with "That is the hottest, sexiest, most vulnerable, honest thing a man has said to me in . . . maybe ever. Look, I am going to tell you my 5 things later, but right now, how about you get me out of here and we go back to the hotel. If the maids are there, we are so kicking them out. I am gonna have fun with you!!" 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 05 Part 18: The Overpriced Gift Shop They dashed down the alleyway back toward the hotel. They were holding hands, twisting in and out of parking meters and street lamps. Only when a crowd of tourists invaded their world did they let go of one another's hands, the temporary separation tangible and empty. As they entered the lobby, Lauren switched the bags to her other hand and grabbed Christopher once more. Taking charge, she led them to the small gift shop tucked in the far corner of the ground floor. Everywhere around them were signs and arrows directing them to the conference, like danger lights warning them not to veer off course, but they were not - and never were - for turning. Gripping his hand even tighter, as though absorbing Christopher's own guilt with hers, Lauren pulled him into the store. "What are we getting?" he asked, inquisitively, an unmistakable smirk etched hard upon his face. "Oh, just a few things. Trust me!" He had never trusted anyone more. Lauren moved with purpose and grabbed two big bottles of water, a couple of pairs of cheaply-made, ridiculously-expensive pantyhose, and a sleep mask. Charging them to her room, she handed Christopher the bag and led him straight back out to the elevator where two men were already ensconced, their conference lanyards staring out from their chests like police badges. Polite nods exchanged, the journey upwards passed in a loaded silence, Lauren and Christopher, like two fugitives, retreating into the corner of the tiny space. Lauren lifted herself on tiptoes and put her mouth to Christopher's ear. "Fucking makes me thirsty." she whispered, tapping his bag with her knee. Christopher felt his cock begin to harden as the elevator reached the next floor. To his relief, the men got out and, for the next twenty seconds, the two of them were lost in a delicious haze of groping, mauling, breathing and impossible impatience. Opening the door to his room, Christopher was desperate to pin Lauren against the wall and repeat what he'd done to her the night before. Damn, that seemed like a lifetime ago, he mused but, before he could refocus, Lauren had already grabbed the bags and was setting them down on the desk. Turning back to him, she took his hands and led him over to a padded, high-back chair which sat invitingly in the corner. As she pushed him down gently, Christopher let his arms fall obediently to the sides, watching her as she stood between him and the bed and began to undress, theatrically, tossing her top to the floor, loving the tease of her own performance. "Stay in the chair, OK?" she purred. "You can do whatever you want...and I mean, whatever you want...just don't move from that chair or there will be...consequences." Lauren kicked off her shoes and started working on the button fly of her jeans. Pop...pop...pop... Her hands slid down her hips, her body shimmying slowly as her jeans fell to her ankles. Keeping her eyes fixed on Christopher, she wavered just slightly as she tried to extricate her feet from the jeans, her concentration intense but impatient. Mission completed, she pulled herself up to her full height once more and let Christopher drink in the sight of her standing there in her bra and panties. He squirmed in his seat, his burgeoning erection making it uncomfortable to even sit. "Baby," said Lauren. "I said you can do whatever you want in the chair." She unclasped her bra, slowly, and let it fall to the floor. "Do my...tits...give you any ideas? The last time you saw them, my mouth was around you..." She was delicately running her fingers under her breast, now, letting a fingernail drag across her skin. "Do you remember?" "Yes," replied Christopher. "That was so...fucking...hot." He began to unbutton his own jeans, but there was no performance, no teasing, no anticipation to savor, simply an urgent desire to hold himself as he gazed upon this gorgeous creature. In seconds, his jeans and underwear were crumpled around his ankles, his shoes still on and his shirt hitched up just above his belly so he could get to work on his cock as he watched her. "Here, help me with these," Lauren said as she turned and pushed her tush into his face. "Pull these off for me, baby." Leaving his cock for the moment, Christopher hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her thighs, exposing her smooth, silky ass just inches from his mouth. He leaned in, desperate to taste her, but she turned away, cruelly almost, sitting down on his thigh so she could wriggle out of the panties. Widening her legs, she leaned down slowly to pick them up, forcing her ass even closer to his hardening cock, keeping her position as long as she could to make sure he got a perfect, prolonged view of her asshole. Stroking himself once more, Christopher positioned his cock towards the sweet opening in her cheeks but, before he could even brush her skin, Lauren stood up and faced him, her eyes widening at the sight of Christopher sat before her, legs akimbo, his erection pointing directly towards her. "I think you said something before...about panties, honey?" she breathed. "Oh baby! Do you know how hot that got me?" She held up her panties, swinging them freely from her fingers. "Do you know how wet these are, now?" she continued, "They're soaking, baby, I've soaked them right through..." She knelt down beside him and drew the panties up the inside of his thigh, then cupped his balls with them. Christopher let his hand fall again as Lauren slid the warm, moist fabric across his straining cock and put her hot mouth to his ear. "Do you like this?" she asked. "Was this what you wanted? Do you want to cum in them, is that it? Or do you want to taste them, taste me?" She drew the panties up across his chest and under his chin, sliding them over the edge of his jaw, up to his lips and pressing them delicately over his nose. Even if he'd wanted to, Christopher had no choice but to savor the sweet and musky smell of her. As the scent hit his brain, his hand wandered back and he continued to fuck his fist with his prick. Lauren stood up and dropped the panties onto his lap. "I think you liked that," she smiled, "Do you know how I know? Because I liked it, too." She walked over to the bed, took a pillow and laid it down at the end of the mattress near Christopher's chair. Then she lay back, the pillow beneath one side of her, so she could face him as he got an elevated view of her naked body splayed out before him. "That was so amazingly honest, and vulnerable, of you to tell me about the panties," she said. "But it was so hot, baby, so hot! Can you tell how turned on I am?" She squeezed her legs together, stretched and stroked her breasts, before looking directly at him, her eyes half-closed in a kind of hazy ecstasy. "So I'm going to tell you my five, super hot, decadent wishes..." she went on, her legs opening wide now, "...while you stroke yourself in front of me. Is that OK with you?" Christopher nodded, unable to even form words. If he ever wanted to quit smoking or lose weight, this would be the way to hypnotize him. "Oh, but one more thing," Lauren said, quickly, sucking slowly and deliberately on her finger. "I kinda lied when I said you can do...whatever...in the chair, because no matter what...you cannot cum. Do you understand me? That's for me, you have to wait for my...help...OK baby?" Christopher couldn't even hear her, but somehow he understood. "So, my five things..." Lauren steadied herself with one hand as she lay across the bed and started rubbing between her open legs with the other, her palm applying pressure across her pubic hair. "Don't my legs look smooth, Christopher?" she asked, as her hand continued to work herself. "Someone shaved them for me, just yesterday. Maybe I should go all the way and shave, here, too?" She let him get a longer look at her pussy as her clit grew redder and redder. "What do ya' think? Or should I just leave a small patch up here? Either way my...pussy...would be all open and exposed. But seeing as you're such an expert, that might be my first super...naughty...fantasy, to have some guy come and shave me. That would be...fun." As she said 'fun,' Lauren slipped a single finger between her folds and curled it up to her clitoral hood, resting it there before allowing her other fingers to join it. Christopher simply stared at her, his breathing growing ever shallower. He was aware of a wetness on his lips, although his mouth felt dry and rough. He was paralyzed, from the neck up at least, as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Second fantasy...hmm..." Lauren continued. "This might be hard to explain and it totally won't ever happen but, I want three or four guys to...attend to me, all at the same time, but it would be all about me, totally me, everything I want, and more. I would have to know them, trust them, but it would be like, well, you...and three more...of you. I want to be caressed and stroked and spoiled...and held down." She began to masturbate more urgently, her fingers running quickly up and down her vulva. "But I want hands all over me, every inch of me, and mouths on my...tits...kissing me, sucking me...eating me...and you, fucking me...holding me down so I...can't move...and...oh, ohhhh...give me a minute, baby..." Losing herself in her own pleasure, Lauren's head fell back, her hair cascading behind her as she continued to rub herself furiously, Christopher watching in awe as her body writhed upon the bed, her pink pussy growing plumper and damper. "OK, OK..." she breathed, eventually, her fingers settling into a rhythm she could stay in control of. "Where are we...number three, right? OK, yeah, OK, I want someone to...uh...take me. To own me. I don't mean anything aggressive, I don't mean for them to...hurt me. I mean aggressive, like assertive...like, oh god, like they, like they know what they want and they know that...mmm...mmm...they know that I'm going to give it to them. But when the...mood...ohhhh...I just want to be...fucked! Taken!" She was using her other hand too now, to pull her lips apart as she danced her fingers furiously over her clit. "Ohhh fuck...I'm close...I'm close..." she panted, "OK, I can do one more...I want...danger. Caught...in public...mmm...ohhh...a movie theater, a restroom...to get caught...someone watching me...watching us...blowing...fucking...oh god...fuck, yes...YES! FUCK, YES!!!" Her whole body buckled as her orgasm hit, her hips thrusting upwards and her weight forced onto her shoulders as wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed her. Christopher watched her cum and cum, her face a picture of beautiful agony as she surrendered entirely to the intensity of her climax. His hand still gripped tightly around his cock, Christopher wanted desperately to jump from his chair and shoot himself all over her wet, prone body but, as Lauren began to come down, he forced himself to stay seated, his hand now pressed rigid against his thigh and his cock standing angrily to attention, slapping firmly against his belly in furious abandonment. Fighting the urge to bask lazily in the glow of her orgasm, Lauren slid off the bed, her legs pretty shaky but her pussy still feeling the pulse of her pleasure. Stepping silently over to Christopher, she straddled him - her thighs wet and warm - and slid him inside of her. Moving her hips, she began to grind down on him, gripping his huge, hard cock with her muscles, desperate to feel him as deep inside her as he would go. Christopher's hands were on her immediately, poring, mauling, his fingers digging into her hips, her back, her legs, closely followed by his rough, damp lips buried deep between her hot breasts. The warmth around his cock and the desperate, wet sounds of him slamming up into her, fueled his lust, his thrusting becoming more urgent, more invasive, his mind, body and soul wanting to consume her entirely. But before he could permit his own surrender, Lauren suddenly placed both hands on his chest and pushed her body back before lifting herself off his cock. "What the-?!" Christopher panted. But Lauren was already between his open legs, where her panties were, turning them inside out with one hand as she began pumping him with the other, her thumb brushing rhythmically against his head on every upstroke. "I still owe you one." she gasped, her breath hitting hard on his cock. "My fifth naughty fantasy... is...everything to me...it's what I desire so bad, so fucking bad!" She began stroking him faster, harder, he couldn't hold it much longer. "I want to make you...shoot...your...cum...right...here...!" Lauren positioned her open hand like a back stop, her panties draped over her fingers like a veil over a mouth, as she continued to masturbate the magnificent, huge prick she'd gotten to know and love so intimately over the last twenty-four hours. "Cum right here!" she begged, holding the panties just inches from his cock. "Cum in them...for me!!" Having teetered on the verge of oblivion ever since she'd walked over and sat on him, it took Christopher just a few seconds to pass the point of no return. A loud, guttural groan emanated from his chest as he ejaculated hard into her panties, the force of his climax throwing his hot, heavy cum all over her hands, her breasts and down onto her thighs. As his body shuddered violently, his cock desperate to expel every last drop of himself upon her, Lauren knelt motionless, a smile spreading itself from ear to ear as she held the soaking, sticky panties in her hands, her world - at that moment - complete and content. For Christopher...he was someplace else entirely. 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 06 Part 19: The Other Side of Lauren Back home, Lauren had never let this adventurous side of her out to play. She was responsible, purposeful and reliable; a mother, neighbor, co-worker, friend, volunteer and, occasionally, a good date. She'd had some normal, predictable sex with a few guys over the years but, if there was a line to walk, she was definitely on it. Or, at least, she wasn't veering far. Her initial expectations of the conference had been to get a couple of nights of decent, child-free sleep, perhaps gather some helpful intel for her colleagues and maybe, just maybe, in the dark recesses of her mind, enjoy some flirting at a cocktail party or a few laughs with some new-found girlfriends over a glass or two of Pinot, just something to pass the time and remind her that, despite the breakup with her ex, she was still alive, still an individual, still a woman. Lauren seldom let her guard down. Not that she didn't want to but, as a single mom, who else was going to get things done and bring home the bacon? Like the sex she usually had, her life was predictable, boring even. It might have taken her years to get here, but here she was, gripped in the humdrum routine of schools and suburbia, and the worst part was that she'd just let it happen. She'd also lied to Christopher during their first game getting to know one another. She had stolen, she had been a thief and the shame always stabbed her every time she thought about it, that summer, a million years ago, on a trip with her girlfriends. A guy she'd hooked up with had passed out on her and, broke and in need of more beer money for the rest of their week, Lauren had emptied his wallet and fled into the dark, drunken night. She'd been deliciously dangerous once, a real risk-taker. She'd gone skinny-dipping, had blown a boyfriend in the back seat of a moving car and had even been caught by her own parents having phone sex, all before she'd even left high school. It wasn't that she'd been a wild child, as such, but she'd definitely known how to have fun. And here she was, again, suddenly remembering what fun really felt like. She was smiling from ear to ear in front of this guy who'd just sprayed his jizz into her underwear, who she'd masturbated furiously in front of, whose cock she'd sucked in a dressing room, whose hands had delicately ran a razor over legs. A man who she'd begged and pleaded to fuck her senseless. She'd also slept better than she had in years, had laughed harder and more often than she could ever remember and had opened up a side of herself that, without even realizing, had been closed off for far too long. And here sat this beautiful man, his legs still trembling, his breath catching in his throat and she was so thirsty to know more about him, to experience more with him and, more importantly, she wanted him to know about her, about everything inside her, everything that made her who she was. Maybe - Lauren was hoping - he would help show her how to be the woman she'd always wanted to be. Her mind was racing over the last twenty four hours, all the secrets - real and fantasized - she'd revealed over too many glasses of wine. Ah...the wine...that fateful space between two and four glasses which (just like the same two minutes before an orgasm) demanded that anything asked of her be answered truthfully. In vino veritas. In orgasmo veritas. Lauren felt momentarily embarrassed, but only because she felt she should be. In the truth zone, however, she knew that embarrassment would probably give way to relief. To be able to just unburden herself, to allow her own voice, her own wills, her own desires to reveal themselves, had given her a freedom she never knew existed. She wanted to romp naked on a beach with this guy, or stroll down a Parisian boulevard, share popcorn at a movie or just explore life - and each other - and all the hidden curiosities that came with it. She also knew that, the longer she spent with this man, the more she would tell him. She'd only told him five things from her list, but the list was so much longer than that... As Christopher sat in the chair, his body still tingling from the effects of the drug called Lauren, she reached up to kiss him. Holding her face to hers, he kept her there, exploring her mouth with his, loving how warm and wet every touch from her made him. Then he looked down at the mess he'd created. "We should get cleaned up." he murmured. "Let me do that, huh?" Lauren replied, kissing him again. She propped herself up with one hand, rising up in front of him, and Christopher could see droplets of cum clinging to the skin on the side of her torso. In the other hand, Lauren still held her wet, sticky panties, like some trophy she'd just won. "Don't go anywhere..." she smiled, stalking into the bathroom for a few moments, before returning with a damp washcloth. She'd cleaned herself up a little, the insides of her thighs moist and shining. Kneeling down before him once more, Lauren began to caress his groin and legs with the cloth, wiping away the guilty evidence of their sex. Then she leaned down and blew gently across his newly-damp skin, sending shivers shooting gleefully up Christopher's spine. "Now that's what I call a blow-dry..." he laughed. "I guess you get the floppy disks now?" Lauren replied. "Huh?" "Sixteen Candles? I left my panties on your shave kit." Another, wider, smile flashed across Christopher's face. "Yeah, that was the bet. Now I just have to transport us back to, what, 1984, to collect them?" He sat for a second, suddenly unsure of what happened next. "So, should I, er, bother getting dressed? Or...I mean, we did pretty good, right? We got out of the hotel, at least six hundred yards away, then we actually ate, like, an entire meal..." He was half-teasing, but also realistic about the fact that the seismic epicenter of their relationship was right here in this room. "You, mister..." growled Lauren, "You still owe me some fun outside. We have plenty of daylight left, so let's get dressed and find some other places to have fun." She stood up and looked back over her shoulder. "But you're right," she added, "We probably shouldn't stray too far from the hotel, or you'll end up dragging me into a restroom at an Applebee's, or something...not that that would be a bad thing..." She turned to go back to the bathroom and, as she did, she gave her ass a playful swipe across the cheek, leaving Christopher with only his very fertile imagination to entertain him. But, god, that ass! Part 20: Bowl-O'-Rama They returned to their coffee place for a badly-needed caffeine shot, the only diversion having been Lauren dashing back to her room for fresh panties. "So, where would you like to go?" Christopher asked, as they waited for their order. "Well what does a date with you entail, exactly?" Lauren teased. "If you were back home, treating a lady to the perfect day out, how would it go? What's your big move?" Christopher swiped his phone and started Googling, careful to keep the screen away from Lauren's prying eyes. "Got it," he said, after a short delay. "Two blocks up, one block over. We can be there in ten. You trust me?" "Depends where you're taking me?" She was actually a little nervous for the first time since they'd met. "Well, I've been wanting to get you into a pair of these all day. Been thinking of it, non-stop." "Pair of what? We already went lingerie shopping." But the twinkle in Christopher's eye, coupled with the downright devious smile currently etched across his face, told her she would not be getting the answer until they went two blocks up and one block over. They walked slowly, their hand-clasped arms swinging as they went, like teenagers on a first date, too afraid to be the first one to let go. As they turned a corner, Christopher made Lauren cover her eyes, allowing him to guide her the few more steps to their destination, then, tapping her gently on the shoulder, Lauren lowered her hand from her face and was silent for a second as her jaw slowly fell and her tongue pushed hard into the side of her cheek. "You've got to be kidding me?" she murmured, as the huge Bowl-o-Rama sign flashed in their faces. "Not a bowler?" Christopher chided, in mock-disappointment. "I don't believe you for a second. Come on, trust me. I'm sure this is not your typical alley." "Really?" But he was right. Inside, it was a modern-meets-retro set-up; an old mahogany bar surrounded by plush, comfortable chairs arranged to encourage conversation and socializing. The twenty lanes were vintage bowling alley-chic in style, but clearly brand new. Only a few lanes were occupied, the crowd mostly hipster and young, the too-cool-for-school set that both Christopher and Lauren had always wanted to be a part of, growing up. "OK, so maybe this could be...fun." Lauren conceded, snuggling into Christopher, who put a protective, almost proud, arm around her. "A few frames, a few beers? You hungry?" Lauren nodded and they went to get sorted for shoes and beer, then settled onto a lane near the far end of the alley, away from the throng. "So, what is your bowling name gonna be?" asked Christopher, as he grabbed a large, purple ball. "I think I will be 'Boris.'" "Ha! Oh, then I have to be 'Natasha,' Darlink!" And so 'Boris' and 'Natasha' appeared on the board over their lane. Neither could really bowl, but it was more fun just watching each other trying to down more than four or five pins at a time. So, when Lauren rolled a lucky strike at her fourth attempt, the celebrations were very theatrical, Christopher spinning her around and around like a kid at a birthday party, the hipster crowd rolling their eyes with contempt at the sight of 'mom and dad' making fools of themselves on their day off. "Oh, I want to do that again!" Lauren exclaimed, as Christopher eventually laid her back on her feet. He wasn't immediately sure if she meant the hug or the strike but, when she jumped back into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, he got his answer. She kissed him, warmly, his fingers digging deeply into her ass to support her and hold her body as closely as he could. It was a full-on floor show, but the hipsters merely turned their backs, unimpressed by their passion. Still kissing, Lauren eventually unwrapped herself from him and they duck-walked back to the benches. Sitting on his lap, Christopher stroked her back and ran a hand up and down her thigh. "Strike for the lady!" he announced, as though to the entire room. "See, I knew you had it in you." "Oh, I've had it 'in me' a few times already." Lauren giggled. "Question is, when is it in me next, and how often before I..." She stopped, abruptly. Her flirting mood had suddenly shifted and the ugly specter of time began to invade her happiness, reminding her that the end of the conference was approaching, as was their time together. He read her mind. "So, we should talk about it." he said, quietly, caressing Lauren's hair as she tucked her head under his chin. "We've been honest with each other, right, about everything so far, about everything that's happened here?" Lauren nodded, sulkily. "So we should keep being honest, about...life, when we get back." He felt a deep sigh emanate from Lauren's throat as she kept her face pressed close against his neck. What he didn't know was that she was bracing herself for some big revelation - that he was married or living with someone. Worse, that he was really a single dad to seven kids and he was just looking for a new mother for them... "I really like you." Christopher continued, oblivious to the soap opera going on inside Lauren's head. "I haven't met anyone like you in, well, ever. I wasn't expecting anything...expecting you...at this conference and I just wasn't prepared for, well, whatever this is." He looked down at her, trying to gauge her mood, but he couldn't see her face. "So here's the thing," he went on. Here it comes...! "I don't know how, or what, this looks like, but..." Lauren's heart was already sinking. "...I want to see you again. I mean, really see you, after all this is over." He felt her body shift slightly. "I know, I know, this all feels very vacation for both of us, and we could be different people here, but...I like you. You. And I want to know more about what's underneath. Hell, I want to know everything there is to know about you!" He waited for a response, anything which told him whether he was saying the right stuff or just fucking up with every breath. "Oh crap..." Lauren whispered, eventually, lifting her head. She was crying. "Why do women, no, why do I always cry at shit like this?" Christopher reached down and wiped a tear from her damp cheek. "Fuck!" Lauren half-laughed. "And I was doing so well there for a while!" He hugged her tightly, her body still curled tightly on his lap, and Christopher thought in that moment how delicate she was, like a wounded bird who would die if she were left to fend for herself. She craned her neck to kiss him, and he could taste the sad saltiness of her tears. She wiped her eyes and took another breath, desperately trying to compose herself. "So this isn't the 'this is just a thing' chat, then?" "Definitely not." Christopher replied. "Not for me, anyway. You?" Lauren shifted so she could see him properly. "The same." she answered, as clearly as she could. "I think you're sexy and gorgeous and funny as hell. I like how comfortable, how clearly comfortable, I am around you. But it's not just the sex - which is amazing, by the way - it's everything. The jokes, the Eighties trivia, the coffee, the bowling..." She straightened up. "I'm laying myself open here," she went on, deadly serious for a moment. "So you'd better mean what you say because, if not, then I'm gonna track your ass down and..." "And what? Huh?" Christopher put a finger under her chin and pulled her face closer. "'Cause this is what I'm going to do, right now." And he laid his mouth on hers, hard and deep, not caring if either of them ever came up for air again. They bowled a few more frames and did a decent job on the pitcher, plus a couple of bowls of fries to soak it all up with. Their talk, albeit brief, had erased the concerns that both of them had been feeling and now they could just focus on their remaining time together, hopeful that, when they both got on their respective planes, this did not necessarily mean 'the end.' "Right, so this frame, is gonna be a strike, no question." Christopher announced, midway through their game. "I've been going easy on you, 'Natasha,' but this time Boris means business." "Sure," mocked Lauren. "Like that's going to happen. Face it, 'Boris,', I lov...I like you, and all, but you suck at this game, same as me. We both suck." "Fine," Christopher retorted, "So if, no, when I get my strike, let's see..." He glanced down the lanes to the other bowlers, none of whom were paying attention. "You have to give me a little flash, OK? A little flash of...inspiration, as it were." "Here, in the bowling alley?" Lauren exclaimed, surprised at Christopher's audacity. "You wanna see my tits in the bowling alley?" "Yup." "OK, I'm game. But what's it for me? If you gutter-ball this bitch, then what do I get?" "Oh, that's easy." smiled Christopher. "I'll be your sex slave this evening. No, for the whole night. I'll be yours completely, I'll do whatever you want. Can you handle that responsibility?" Lauren felt the butterflies go crazy in her stomach, she even felt her cheeks begin to burn, like the high school hunk had just smiled at her in the corridor. "Uh, yeah, OK, I can do that, no problemo." But, as Christopher turned to line up his lane, he was genuinely unsure of whether to go for the strike or not. To him, this was a win-win, surely? He decided to just let fate decide and, taking his three strides, his arm swinging in a two-seventy degree arc, he launched the ball down the lane and watched, transfixed, as six pins rattled to the floor, but nothing more. "Ha!" cried Lauren, "No strike! You're my slave!" "Hey, but I didn't gutter-ball it, either." "So who wins?" "I do." "How come?" "Oh, didn't I tell you about the six-pins-down rule? If I get six pins down, then you become my sex slave." "I think you conveniently forgot to tell me that one." "Rules are rules." "And I'd hate to be the one to break them." "Good girl." He pulled her close and kissed her. "So, what's my first task?" she whispered in his ear, her breath warm and sweet. "Maybe you should start as you first asked? Didn't you say something about flashing my tits? Is that what you want?" Christopher felt his cock harden immediately, his whole body filling with lust as he took a couple of steps back from her and scanned the room. "Show me." he demanded, quietly. Lauren turned her back to the rest of the alley, opened her blouse and reached in to expose a nipple for him. "This one?" she asked, before shifting the blouse to the other side to lift out the other. "Or this one?" God, he wanted to suck on them so badly. "Can I see the first one again?" he panted. She obeyed, as Christopher stepped back toward her and kissed her again, this time with one hand molesting her breast, not caring who saw them. "Just so we're clear," he said, his fingers massaging hard around her nipple. "You are now my sex slave. You do whatever I say, no argument, no contention, you're going to be mine, right?" Lauren stared right into his eyes with her best 'come fuck me' face and nodded, slowly. "That's right, sir," she purred. "That's exactly what I'm going to do. I'll tell you if you're crossing a line I'm not comfortable with, but I want our lines to be pretty...broad." "Define 'broad.'" Christopher whispered, kissing her again, her breast growing warmer under his touch, her nipple already hard and erect. "What about blowing me in the restroom right now?" He gestured to the door behind them. "Gladly." Lauren replied. "Gladly, sir..." Christopher corrected her. "Gladly...master!" At which point Christopher knew he had to get her alone right at that moment. "And you can call me anything you like..." Lauren continued. "When it's just us. Because this is only between us. Do you have a name in mind? Something you want to call me?" Christopher hesitated, he had to know he was still within her 'lines.' "Slut" he said, almost inaudible. "Will you be my slut?" "So you want me to be your slutty little girlfriend, tonight, huh? Is that what you want? Tell me. Tell me again what you want me to be." "You're gonna be my slut, all night, my dirty little slut." "Yes..." she breathed into him, more heavily now. "Oh yes, I am!" Christopher was feeling a little dizzy by now, but he was still keen to keep figuring out just how wide these lines were. "Uh-huh, so what about...tying you up, blindfolding you?" "Please, yes!" "And being rough, spanking you?" He was getting turned on with every word he could muster. "If there are no marks...then there'll be no problem." Lauren replied, biting his earlobe now. "I'm going to cum on your tits, too." "Oh yes, master, just tell me where, when and how." 500 Miles and 6 Floors Ch. 06 "What about...butt stuff?" "You wanna play with my ass? You wanna be a really naughty boy, huh?" She began nibbling him harder, then she pulled back a little and looked at him. "Or, do you want me to play with your ass? Huh? You want me to do that? I can do both. My ass, your ass. Just order me to do whatever you want, and I'll obey." It was clear that Lauren was getting off on the dirty talk, loving how she could explore this side of herself once more, how Christopher made her feel confident and desirable enough to feel good doing it. A string of asshole ex-boyfriends and a dickhead ex-husband had shattered her sexual self-esteem, but right here, right now, she felt so sexy, so seductive, so fucking willing to submit, there was a physical ache already pawing at her pussy. Christopher was also excited about the possibilities the evening promised, but he was also a little skeptical. In his experience, some dates talked a good show until they started, but seldom stayed with the script. He was buzzing with anticipation and wanted to make this night last - for both of them - but would Lauren fulfill all his expectations? "So, if I decided to shave you..." Christopher asked. "And I mean shave you, squeaky clean in the shower...?" "Oh, I would so enjoy that!" she gasped in his ear once more. "Take care of me tonight, and I'll be your naughty little. . .fuck. . .toy." She pouted and moved to his face so she could bite his lower lip. "That is...if that's what you want?" Christopher's brain darted impatiently between two extremes - take her back right now, or play this out all night? The decision was one of the hardest he had made. Ever. "Let's go get some dinner first." +++