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The Hotel
    From: Lusty Wench <[e-mail]>
    Date: 15 Apr 1994 13:56:15 -0400    (19 screens)

Archive-name: hotel

The Room
Copyright 1994 by Diana Shoemaker


Ashley looked at her watch as she walked down the hotel
corridor looking for room 729.  3:30.  That should be
plenty of time, as long as she didn't run into any
unforseen problems.  He would probably go out for a
drink after his meeting.  He might even grab a quick
meal downstairs before retiring to his room for the
evening.  She smiled to herself.

725, 727...there it is.  Ashley stopped and looked both
ways down the hall.  Now what?  The maid.  "This is the
More?zlall
biggest hurdle," she thought, as she began walking
purposefully towards the cart sitting at the end of the
hallway.

As she neared the open doorway, Ashley heard the sound of
a vacuum cleaner running inside.  She shifted her
shopping bags as she peered in the doorway.  Those would
undoubtedly lend credence to her story, and she was
glad she had them.  She took a deep breath and assumed
a harried expression.

"Excuse me?"  She spoke loudly to gain the attention of
the woman running the vacuum.

The maid looked around, startled, and turned off the
machine to answer.  "Yes, ma'am?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you," Ashley spoke hurriedly, "but
I seem to have left my key in my room.  Is there any way
I could get you to let me in?"  She smiled her most
winning smile and shifted the bags again for emphasis.

"I'm not allowed to do that ma'am...they will give you
a new key at the front desk--"

"Yes, I know, but I'm in such a rush!  I got tied up
shopping, and I'm supposed to meet my husband in 45 minutes,
and I still have to shower and change first.  This
evening is so important for his new contract...he's going
to _kill_ me if I'm late again!  Could you _please_ do
this for me just this once?"

"Well, I suppose--"

"Thank you _so_ much!  It's room 729!"

Ashley swiftly led the way down the hall to room 729 and
smiled gratefully at the woman as she unlocked the door.
"One moment--"  Ashley quickly dropped her bags inside
and fished a bill from her handbag.  "I can't thank you
enough!  Please take this as a token of my gratitude."

The woman accepted the money and smiled.  "Good luck,"
she called, as she bustled back down the hallway to
resume her chores.

Ashley shut the door and leaned against it.  Whew!  It
worked!  She took a deep breath to compose her thoughts
and slow her pulse before turning to observe the room.
It was a typical hotel room.  Television, bed, small
desk by the sliding glass door.  Sliding glass door!
She was right!  This one _did_ have a balcony!  "This
is perfect," she thought to herself, and smiled.

Excited, Ashley crossed the room, slid open the door, and
stepped out to take in the view.  The railing was high,
for safety reasons, but not so high that she was unable
to look into the park across the street from the hotel.
At the moment, she was greeted by a cacophony of typical
city noises, but it was a gorgeous spring day, and she
looked forward to the spectacular sunset that would
undoubtedly precede the evening.  By then, the traffic
should be gone, leaving a relaxing calm in the air.

For a few moments, Ashley allowed her thoughts to travel
forward in time.  She imagined the light breeze, the
birds chirping in the park, his hands...  Reluctantly,
she opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and shook her
head to bring herself back to the present.  Soon.  But
she had a few things to take care of right now.

                      ----######----

Brad stood by the window and took a deep breath, glad
for the short break.  This had been a grueling day.  The
president of this company was an early riser, and
preferred to schedule breakfast meetings to get to
know potential new contractors.  It made sense, as it
left the biggest part of the day for the serious meetings
with the project managers, but Brad was not used to
this sort of schedule.  Things were going great, but
he was looking forward to making an early night of it
at his hotel before returning home tomorrow.

                      ----######----

Ashley crossed the room again, and began taking some
items out of her shopping bags.  She laid them out
carefully on the dresser before removing her clothing
and placing it neatly in one of the bags.  She opened
the closet door and breathed deeply when she was met
with the familiar smell of him.  She closed her eyes
and smiled briefly, then placed the bags inside and
closed the door again.

Ashley picked up the silky garment lying in readiness
and brushed it across her cheek.  The soft folds slipped
across her body, causing a tingling in her nipple and
hip where it touched.  She dropped the item back on
the dresser and stretched languidly.  Her hands slowly
traveled down her neck and settled on her breasts as
she arched her back and closed her eyes.  She imagined
they were his hands, and her nipples tingled in
response...

As she raised her head and opened her eyes, Ashley spied
the bed and realized that the maid had turned down the
cover and placed the customary mint on the pillow.  The
sheets glowed white, like a beacon, and Ashley was
overtaken with the desire to feel their soft coolness
on her bare skin.

She carefully placed the mint on the nightstand before
slipping under the covers and leaning back into the soft
pillow.  As she expected, the sheets were cool against
her warm skin.  The sudden temperature difference caused
chill bumps to spring up across her body, and her nipples
became pleasingly erect.

Ashley closed her eyes and smiled as her hands began
their heated exploration of every part of her body.  One
hand slid down the outside of her thigh and back up
underneath it to her butt, where it paused to squeeze
gently.  The movement caused her labia to pull apart
slightly, introducing a whiff of cool air to her moist
opening.  She gasped, and felt herself becoming wet as
she fondled one throbbing nipple.

The ache in her groin was gaining intensity, and Ashley
responded by slipping one hand firmly across her pubic
mound and down.  Warm fingers applied a pleasing pressure
as they slid back up, pressing her labia tightly together.
As she continued this motion, she began to smell the
musky odor she knew so well, and she was driven to slip
one finger lightly across her clitoris before dipping
it into the juices that were now flowing freely.

Her breathing came faster now, as she moved her finger
lightly in the slippery liquids.  She arched her back
and fondled one breast as her finger gained speed between
her legs.  Her whole body began tingling, and a slight
sheen of perspiration arose on her creamy skin.  She
sucked in her breath sharply just before her climax and
seemed to stop breathing for the few seconds before her
whole body began vibrating with the orgasm.  She exhaled
loudly and moaned slightly as her finger suddenly stopped
its furious motion.  She applied firm pressure to her
swollen clitoris and breathed deeply as she began to
feel the familiar throbbing waves pulsating through it.

Ashley lay perfectly still, her eyes closed, enjoying the
waves of feeling that were slowly diminishing across her
body.  Periodically, a small bead of sweat rolled down
her body to drip onto the sheet.  She sighed contentedly
as her breathing and heart rate slowed to more normal
levels.  She dozed.

                      ----######----

The meeting was over.  As everyone was gathering up the
materials littered across the table, Steve turned to Brad.

"A few of us usually stop in at a little bar around the
corner to avoid the rush hour traffic.  Would you like
to join us?"

"That sounds great!"  'I certainly don't have anything else
to do,' Brad thought to himself.

                      ----######----

Ashley opened her eyes, and for a moment she could not
remember where she was.  Slowly her mind took in the
unfamiliar surroundings.  Nightstand.  Mint.  Dresser.
Sliding glass door!  The time!  How long did she sleep?
She breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at her watch.
5:30.  OK, just enough time to take a shower and relax a
bit.

She rose, and carefully straightened the bed, then replaced
the mint on the pillow.  No one would ever know she'd been
there.  She smiled to herself.

Ashley wandered into the bathroom and turned the knob in the
shower.  As the water warmed up, she turned on the exhaust
fan and carefully took note of the positioning of the various
items around the room.  Then she stepped into the shower.

The water felt extremely sensual on her soft skin.  She
closed her eyes and it was suddenly his hands she felt on
her.  She turned in place, willing those hands to touch
every part of her.  Her own hands were active, adding to
the seemingly random points where her body felt his touch.
A shoulderblade...one nipple...a thigh...the back of her
neck...the small of her back...the soft curve of her
stomach...  She moaned slightly, longing to feel his strong
arms crushing her to him.

"Brad..."  The sound of her voice interrupted her reverie,
and she opened her eyes in surprise.  He was here, she felt
him...but there was just the water and the steam.  She looked
down.  One hand cupped her breast, while the other was spread
flat across her stomach.  She wrapped her arms around herself
and exhaled deeply before picking up the soap to continue the
task at hand.

After her pleasingly languid shower, Ashley turned off the
water and reached for the towel.  It was thick, and its rough
texture accentuated the tingling she already felt in her
skin.  She dried slowly, smiling as she thought of the
events still to come this evening.

After cleaning up all signs of her shower, Ashley carefully
replaced the towel in its previous location.  Unless he
touched it, he was unlikely to notice its dampness.  She
took one last look around the bathroom before returning to
the bedroom.

Still naked, Ashley crossed the bedroom and stepped out onto
the balcony.  It was now significantly quieter, and a
refreshing breeze blew softly.  A squirrel was digging for
nuts in the park below, and a couple of businessmen were
out for an evening jog.  The breeze tickled her bare skin,
and she reveled in the feeling as she observed the relaxed
activity around her.

After a few minutes, Ashley stepped back inside and closed
the door.  She picked up the negligee and slipped into it,
then moved to observe the effect in the mirror.  It was
a deep teal color that contrasted nicely with her white
skin and dark hair.  She was particularly pleased with the
shimmering effect of the lace across the soft curve of her
breasts.  She smiled at herself in the mirror, and her
green eyes flashed.  She turned to the dresser and began
opening the wine she had brought with her.

                      ----######----

Brad walked into the hotel lobby and considered whether he
should stop to get something to eat before going up to his
room.  He wasn't particularly hungry.  Perhaps he would
go up and relax a while before ordering room service.

As he rode up in the elevator, Brad's thoughts were on the
events of the day.  This new project was more exciting
all the time.  It was high-profile work that would be
a real stepping-stone for his fledgling company.  As he
opened the door to his room, though, he was thinking only
of lying down for a while.  He must be more tired than he
thought.

He didn't bother turning on the light when he entered the
room.  He absently dropped his jacket in a chair and kicked
off his shoes before stretching out thankfully on the bed.
He lay with his face against the coolness of the exposed
sheets, and he drifted into a light sleep almost as soon
as his eyes closed.

In a half-sleeping, half-waking state, Brad was vaguely
aware of his surroundings.  He began to recognize a smell
that reminded him of her.  His mind took this information
groggily and he began to enjoy this pleasing dream-like
state.  He felt her presence, but of course it was just a
dream.  His recognition of that fact did nothing to reduce
his enjoyment of it.

In his dream, she walked silently across the room.  Her skin
glowed softly in the dim light.  He heard the softest
whisper from her negligee as she knelt on the floor next
to him.  He could almost feel her warm breath on his face
as she gazed at him lovingly.  His breathing slowed as he
felt that she gathered him up in her eyes.  Her hand reached
to brush a wisp of hair from his temple.

This dream was truly a remarkable one.  He could actually
feel her touch!  His mind began to focus, and he slowly
opened his eyes, reluctant to let go of this warm feeling.
Ahh...he hadn't lost the dream.  She was still there,
smiling at him.

"Good evening, lover."

Wait.  This was no dream.  She really _was_ here.

"Ashley?  What are you--"

"Shhh."  She placed a finger across his lips.  "I'm here."

His warm breath on her finger caused her to reflexively catch
her own breath.  She slipped her hand along his jawbone to
slide her fingers into his hair.  She leaned forward and
kissed him softly.  She pulled away and gazed into his eyes
for a few seconds.  It felt like an eternity.

Ashley turned to observe his body stretched out on the bed.
"You must be terribly uncomfortable in these clothes."  She
reached to his shirt and began to unbutton it slowly.  As
each button yielded to her touch, she placed a feather-light
kiss on the bare skin beneath it.  Brad closed his eyes and
allowed his body to simply experience the feel of her.

Very slowly, Ashley removed all his clothing, covering each
newly-revealed inch of bare skin with her warm kisses.  When
she was finished, she paused to admire his nakedness.  "You
have a beautiful body," she whispered, as she leaned forward
to take one nipple between her teeth in the manner she knew
would drive him crazy.  He felt her touch like an electric
shock streaking through his body, and then suddenly she was
gone and he was left panting, alone.

He opened his eyes to see her across the room, pouring a
glass of wine.  That wasn't there when he came in...or was
it?  How could he have missed it?  He pulled himself into a
sitting position, piling the pillows behind him for support.
He could not take his eyes off of her as she turned to walk
back to him.  Her breasts jiggled slightly, and her hips
swayed seductively with each step.  Her eyes smoldered with
passion.

She placed the plate of fruit and glass of wine she carried
on the nightstand, then crawled to sit in his lap, her legs
straddling him.  Her hands found their way up his arms and
into the hair at the back of his neck.  She paused there, her
fingers entwined in his hair, her eyes taking in every detail
of his face.  Then suddenly she was kissing him.  Their
tongues met, and his arms came around her, straining to pull
her body ever closer to his.

Reluctantly, she pulled away to give them both a chance to
catch their breath.  She reached for the wine and took a sip
before offering him the glass.  While he drank, she picked up
the fruit and held it between them.  She selected a grape
from the plate and held it to his lips.  He took it bemusedly,
his eyes on hers, his every sense filled with her.  She
smiled and kissed him lightly, deftly licking up the drop of
juice that had made its way to his lip.

They continued eating the fruit and drinking the wine, but
they were hardly aware of it.  Their thoughts were focused
on the touching of their bodies...she with the hardness she
could feel beneath her, he with the tingling he felt when
her breasts brushed his chest.

After some period of time--it might have been seconds or hours,
neither could tell--she placed the plate and the empty wine
glass on the nightstand and rose to stand by the bed.  She
took his hand and pulled him up with her, then led him to the
sliding glass door and out onto the balcony.

They moved to the railing, surveying the now-quiet park in
silence.  He stood behind her, pulling her back against him
and curling his arms around her to cup her breasts in his
hands.  She arched her back, increasing the pressure of his
hands on her breasts, and sighed softly.  Her hands slid down
and around the backs of his thighs, where she used them as
leverage to press the entire length of her body into his.

His hands were moving more insistently on her breasts, and
she could feel the wetness growing between her legs even as
she felt his erection pressing into her.  She turned and
reached her arms up around his neck, her lips seeking his
for an urgent kiss.  His hands moved down her legs and
brought the hem of her negligee up, freeing her legs to
encircle him as he lifted her up against him.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, hooking her
arms in it and arching her back to press her groin harder
against his.  Her breathing was ragged, and her pussy ached
to feel him inside.

"Fuck me, Brad!  I want you right now!"

He needed no coaxing.  With a groan, Brad plunged himself
deep into her.  She gasped and threw her head back.  She
braced herself with her arms as he began to move, slowly at
first, his tempo increasing as their excitement grew.  Both
were panting and moaning, oblivious to the night around them.
She cried out with her climax, every muscle in her body
contracting simultaneously.  The sudden tightness set him
off and he groaned deeply as his ejaculate coursed into her.
Both fell suddenly still, locked together as one, waves of
heat pulsing through their bodies.

Her lower body remained supported by her legs wrapped
tightly around him.  He leaned forward and gently pulled
her arms from the railing, drawing her to him and enfolding
her in his arms.  They clung to each other, still breathing
rapidly, as he carried her back into the room and over to
the bed.

He lay down, their bodies still entwined, and they kissed
softly until both fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

                      ----######----

Brad awoke slowly, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings.
As his mind recalled the events of the previous evening, he
turned to reach for her, but he found himself alone.  He looked
at the nightstand...no wine glass, no plate.  He sat up,
surveying the room.  The wine bottle was gone; there was no
trace of her.

"She was here, I know it," he mused, "I think..."
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