Red dismissed Kai's words with a wave of his hand. He leaned his hand on the door next to Kai's ear. She could feel the heat from his wrist radiating on her neck. For a moment everything was still. Kai stared into the shine dancing in Red's eyes, barely breathing as he leaned into her, chest brushing against the tips of her breasts. Then she felt the full weight of him, pressing against her body, pushing her spine against the restroom door. She shifted under his hips and cleared her throat.
“Sex isn't everything, Red,” she mumbled, trying to
pretend that her skin wasn't burning, that her heart wasn't pounding, that a throb wasn't building from between her legs to her navel.
“Right now it is,” he whispered as he ran his fingers over her bare arm. A tingle sprang up under his touch. The tingle was quickly replaced by sudden sparks of pain as Red bit into her arm. Kai groaned and arched her back, grinding her belly into his waist. He slipped his hands under the back of her shirt and pulled her closer.
C'mon, baby,
his eyes said,
let's fuck now.
Kai leaned her forehead against his chin.
“You have a condom?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
Kai looked into Red's face as if searching for the truth. Red grinned eagerly.
“You better not be lying to me. I don't care how hard you get, I ain't fucking you without a condom.”
“I got one, I swear.”
“Red,” Kai said and pushed him away, “why are you doing this?”
“Because your pussy is sweet,” Red said and slipped his hand under her skirt, squeezing Kai behind her knee, “and I got to get back up in there.”
Kai's eyes flickered closed momentarily as Red's tongue darted over her ear. She grabbed his face and held it still.
“You know I'm still not gonna call you after this. And you won't see me till I feel like coming back here.”
Red brushed his fingers across Kai's mouth.
“Shhhhhhhh,” he said and opened his arms.
Kai bit her lip. She pushed her face against his chest and wound her arms around his torso in silence. He folded her in his arms and squeezed her tightly. She could feel the blood racing though her body. Red picked her up and placed her on the edge of the sink. She pulled his shirt up, lightly scratching his chest as she bared his skin. She licked his nipples and
whispered her final acquiescence.
“Youâ¦bringingâ¦thisâ¦onâ¦yourâ¦self.”
She gasped greedy, sucking breaths as Red nipped at her breasts and unhooked the clasp on her bra. She wanted him inside her, didn't really care for his heavy-handed foreplay, had no interest in sharing the sweetness of lingering kisses with him. She could feel the tingling fullness swelling between her legs and didn't need his touch to coax her body into readiness. As he squeezed her nipples between fumbling fingers, she waited. Returned kisses and waited. Ran her hands up the muscles in his back, let her breath stutter in her chest as heat swelled in the small, dirty, bar restroom. Dug her fingernails into his skin and waited. As he mashed against her clitoris with the force of a wrecking ball, she waited. When she couldn't wait anymore, she unbuckled his pants and reached inside his boxers. She wrapped her hand around his flesh, which was already hard, and massaged and jerked until she could feel it grow in length and width.
They both jumped when a pounding sound vibrated from the door.
“Someone's in here!” Kai yelled.
In the silence she kissed Red on the cheek and opened her hand.
“Where is it?” she asked.
“What?”
“The condom?”
“Oh.” He motioned to his back pocket.
Kai reached around him, searching for the small packet. It was there as he had promised. With his tongue tickling her hip, Kai ripped open the wrapper of the condom with fingers and teeth. She pushed him away from her waist. He stood, arching his pelvis forward, as she rolled the condom onto his penis. It only went on halfway; Kai arched an eyebrow in anticipation.
Red pulled her off the sink and guided her to the wall. She
put her hands up and fell forward, the force of him hastening her movements. He lifted the hem of her long jean skirt and gathered it around her waist. She heard a moan rush from his throat. She could almost feel his eyes lingering over the round, fleshy curves of her bare buttocks.
“No underwear, Kai?” he whispered.
She didn't answer. Instead she backed into him, rubbing herself all over his pelvis. He pushed her back to the wall. He bent his knees and nestled his penis between her legs. She tilted her pelvis back and rocked him inside of her. She felt his hand grasp her shoulder, the other hold her waist. They rocked, jerked, and glided themselves sweaty. As Kai felt her breath, her energy, her pleasure ascending, she heard banging at the door again.
“One minute,” Kai whispered so low that only Red could hear her. Then she yelled it. “One minute!”
The pounding on the door stilled.
“I want you spread out,” Red was whispering as they banged themselves into a frenzy. “I want to be on top of you.”
His words went straight to her gut. Kai remembered what it was like to be spread out, remembered how she couldn't breathe when he got close to orgasm. The force of him, fully aroused, about to explode, pushing his all as deep into her as he could. Suddenly, it was swelling inside herâthe memories of the all-night-till-morning session from two weeks ago, the pounding on the door, the present madness she and Red were stirring upâand she began to tremble. An orgasmic seam of pleasure opened up inside her pelvis and shot through her body. It came out in an involuntary burst of breath and sound as she felt sweet satiety seep into her muscles. She felt Red shivering behind her and heard his vibrating moan. Then the banging started again.
“We're coming!” she yelled, then covered her mouth. “Now they know it's more than just me in here,” she giggled.
She rested her head on the wall to catch her breath as Red let out a postorgasmic groan. Once his breath slowed, he wrapped her arms around Kai and held her tight. He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck and rocked her.
“Red,” Kai whispered. “Red, we have toâ¦.”
“I can't believe you don't want to see me,” he whispered.
“Red, come on, come out of me, we have to go.”
“I'm not letting you go, Kai. You have to come home with me. We can't leave it like this. Come, sleep with me.”
Kai wriggled in Red's arms, refusing to address his invitation.
“Come on, let me wash up. We'll talk about it at the bar.”
Red eased himself out of Kai and released her from his arms. She went over to the sink and turned on the water. She wet a few paper towels and wiped between her legs. She kept her eyes lowered as she rolled her skirt back down to her ankles and adjusted her clothing. She heard Red pulling up his underwear and zipping his pants as she splashed water on her face and dried it on the bottom of her shirt. As she was smoothing her eyebrows, she caught Red standing behind her, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
“Kai, please,” he whispered softly.
Kai paused, lost in the intensity of his stare. When the banging erupted again, neither one of them responded. They stood still, caught in the stubborn reflections of each other's eyes.
Rendezvous
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He was standing in the vegetable section squeezing the peaches when he noticed her. She strolled down the aisle past him, and her scent filled his nose. He savored the sexiness of her perfumeâa scent he had not encountered. He was aroused as he took in the curve of her hips, swaying to their own music. She didn't seem to notice him. She picked up a box of fresh strawberries and inhaled their aroma. The sensuous gesture made him want to know more about her. His eyes followed her through the vegetable section until she turned the corner. He turned the corner just in time to see her heading for the checkout counter.
He watched her as she put her items on the counter with graceful, well-manicured hands. A thin gold band encircled the ring finger of her left hand. He walked over and looked through the magazines at the front of the store. He watched her from his secret vantage point as she placed her items on the checkout counter. He looked up from a magazine just as she pushed her cart past him and out the door. He left the magazine rack and followed her outside.
“Can I help you with those?”
She smiled and lifted the bags from the cart. “Thanks, but they're not very heavy.” She put the bags on her passenger seat and walked around the car. He followed close behind her, so close that he could smell the oranges in her bag.
“Let me get the door.”
She stepped back and let him open the door. Then she walked in front of him, sat down, and slung her shapely legs into the car.
“Here's my number. You can call me anytime,” he said through a smile of perfectly aligned teeth. “But I'd like to have yours, too.”
She took the business card with the home telephone number scribbled on back and put it in one of the grocery bags.
“I don't have a number,” she said as she pulled the door shut.
He stood looking at her as she backed out of the parking space and cruised out of the parking lot.
Two weeks passed and he thought he'd never hear from her. Her scent came back to him sometimes, and he felt the familiar stirring in his pants. He'd gone back to the store where he first saw her, hoping to bump into her again. She never appeared.
I guess some things aren't meant to be,
he told himself when she crossed his mind. He'd just have to settle for the occasional daydreams. He was between women right now, and the images he conjured of her while masturbating made his climax more intense. In some way, he felt he already knew her intimately. All he needed was an opportunity to explore her statuesque body.
Two months later, his phone rang. When she asked to speak to John Miller, he attempted to stifle the smile that spread across his mahogany face. Over the static in the line, he asked, “How are you doing?”
She sighed, but didn't answer his question. Instead, she responded with a question of her own. “Can you meet me at the Mark Hotel?”
He tried to hide his excitement. “What?”
“Can you meet me at the Mark Hotel? I'm in Room 613.”
“I'll be there in forty-five minutes,” John said as he hung up the phone and headed out the door.
She hung up the phone, and sat on the floor nibbling fruit and sipping sherry. The combination always made her horny. She relaxed for a few minutes and went into the bathroom. She touched up her lipstick and slipped out of her robe. The nipples of her full breasts seemed to anticipate her newest conquest. She put on a lace bustier and matching thong, and slowly pulled the red silk slip dress over her head. She stepped into her heels and walked into the living room of the suite.
She was gazing at herself in the full-length mirror when he knocked at the door. She took her time answering. When she opened the door, she could see that he was confident. She liked that. She invited him in and kissed him hard on the lips. He pulled her to him. When she felt the bulge in his pants, she took a step back. “Would you like a drink?” she asked.
“Sure, how about a scotch on the rocks?”
She fixed the drink and set it in front of him.Heunbuttoned the collar of his shirt and took a sip of his drink. It was just the way he liked itâgood scotch, too. He complimented her on her drink-making skills. She smiled a “thank you” and he wondered about what other skills he would experience tonight.
She crossed her legs and watched him. She could almost see the fiery liquid flow through his muscular body. He reached out to touch her, and she got up and walked over to the window. She stood with her back to him.
“Why did you invite me here?” he asked.
“I was bored.”
“You were bored, and you invite a stranger to meet you in your hotel room?”
“Yes.”
“Do you do this often?”
“Absolutely.”
“I thought you were married.”
She turned to face him. “I never said I was married, but would that matter to you?”
“I guess not.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea. After you finish your drink, why don't you leave,” she said and turned her back to him.
He put his drink down and walked over to her. She turned to face him. She was smiling.
He slapped her face.
Surprised, she reached for the spot and rubbed it. She was pleased. This was more to her liking. She stepped closer to him and grabbed his crotch. “You've got balls. That turns me on.”
He pushed her hand away. He didn't want her to feel his rising erection. He was turned on, too.
“What kind of game is this?” he asked.
“Game? This isn't a game. I thought you were leaving.”
He pushed past her and walked out the door. In a few moments he had reached his car, whose hood was still warm. He smiled to himself as he slid into the driver's seat. His erection was still intact as he sped out of the hotel parking lot. He was asking himself, “How could I be so wrong?” when he saw the red lights flashing behind him. “Damn.” He looked down at the speedometer and saw that he was doing seventy. How the hell was he going to talk his way out of this one?
Fortunately, the police officer was female. As she walked toward his car, he checked her out in his rear view mirror. He could see through her uniform that she was fine. He wondered what made her work at such a lousy job. “Sir, were you aware you were going seventy in a forty-five-mile-an-hour zone?”