For K whose idea this was.
Keith sighed and looked around the room. The hotel bar wasn't teeming with life but the restaurant was busy and he had agreed to wait twenty minutes or so before sitting down to lunch.
His business meetings weren't until later in the afternoon and so he loosened his tie, removed his jacket, and sat down at a table near the door to wait his turn. The mineral water with ice and lemon he placed in front of him caught the sunlight coming in through the window, making rainbow patterns across the table, and for a moment he smiled.
A dark haired woman sat down one table over from him. She placed a pad of paper in front of her but didn't write anything. She seemed lost in her own thoughts almost immediately and he was able to stare at her for a few moments uninterrupted. Her hair reached her shoulders and softly framed her face. That face, pretty, with brown eyes and full lips, was creased with concentration and he let his gaze wander downwards. She too was dressed in a suit, smart navy with a soft grey shirt underneath. That shirt though was undone one more button than maybe it should be and he enjoyed the sight of her cleavage for a few more moments before looking away, not wanting to get caught.
~*~
Katie felt the eyes of someone upon her and smiled inwardly. She was so uptight about her meeting in an hour and a half's time and, for a moment, she revelled in the fact that, to someone at least, she was attractive and feminine not jittery and nervous. She waited a few moments before looking up, half hoping she would meet his eyes and half not. No one was looking in her direction but she saw a man, probably in his forties, with tightly cropped hair, a handsome but friendly face, clear blue eyes and soft lips sitting at a table just over from herself and hoped it had been he who had been staring.
A waitress came in from the restaurant and headed toward the man telling him his table was now ready. Getting to her feet Katherine moved across, resting her hand on the young woman's arm.
"Excuse me, do you have any idea how long another table will be? I have a meeting in about ninety minutes and I really want something to eat first."
"I'm sorry, it could be another thirty minutes, maybe longer." The waitress did look apologetic but Katie was horrified.
"Thirty minutes? Don't ... don't worry, I'll have to go eat somewhere else." She turned to leave but heard a voice speaking.
"Look, I'm on my own, you're welcome to share my table if you'd like. I have a meeting myself soon, otherwise I'd let you go first."
Katie nodded, relieved and a little embarrassed at the same time. If this was the guy who had been checking her out she might have landed herself with an unwanted admirer, somehow though she didn't think he was like that.
~*~
Katherine watched as her companion, whom she now knew was called Keith, swallowed the last mouthful of his prawn salad and laid his knife and fork down.
"Well, that was very nice, and I can still treat myself to the Dover Sole for dinner tonight."
Katie nodded, she had enjoyed her baked jacket potato and her thoughts had been along the same lines as Keith's. By eating lightly for lunch a more extravagant dinner could be enjoyed later.
"Are you staying here?"
"Yep, decided to treat myself. If my meeting goes well I'll be way too excited to drive home and if it doesn't I'll need somewhere to sit and cry."
"You'll be fine."
She had told Keith all about her meeting with a major publishing house. Her agent had arranged it just a few days ago but had given her very little detail. Ever since she had been trying to decide whether her career was over or just beginning. Right at that moment she was convinced she would be working in Tesco by the weekend.
"Oh, I do hope so. To be honest I'm not sure what I'll do if my novel is turned down. I don't think I can improve it any more, so if it's a no, I'll have to start over." She stood up, smoothed her skirt down and tried what she knew was a not-so-confident smile. "Thank you for the company, I needed and enjoyed it. Hope your meeting doesn't drag on too long."
"Me too. Take care."
With a final nod Katie moved away, wishing she had someone to leave with, someone to talk to in the car, someone to hold her hand as she listened to the news she would get. Knowing none of that was likely to happen she pushed all the sorry thoughts away and headed for the door.
~*~
Keith sat down heavily on his bed and let out a deep sigh. His meeting had been more successful than he could have hoped for. Three new contracts had been signed, all of them with the potential to be both lucrative and long term. His mind had wandered a couple of times and he'd hoped Katie was having as good an afternoon as he was. He didn't know if he'd ever find out, but he knew he'd like to.
He had been surprised how much he'd enjoyed her company at lunch. She had been interesting, engaging and funny. Her nervousness had been explained almost immediately and he had known she'd wanted to talk. Listening hadn't been difficult at all; Katherine was also expressive, she 'talked' with her hands and her brown eyes sparkled as she outlined the plot of her novel and answered his questions on what it was like to be a writer.
They had moved on to talk a little bit about his job, how he'd worked his way up from being a white van man to one of the company's top salesmen. He hadn't wanted to sound boastful but he'd enjoyed describing his success.
Now though, as he lay back on his bed, he began to think of Katie in a different light. She'd had a gorgeous figure, curves in all the right places, long legs and, when she'd smiled, he'd felt himself falling under a spell he knew she had no idea she was weaving.
His cock stirred in his trousers and Keith ran his hand down to grasp it through the material of his suit. He felt it thicken beneath his fingers and almost before he knew it he was unzipped and letting it free. The feel of his own slightly rough and calloused hand was replaced in his mind by the soft and tender fingers of Katherine.
He imagined her slowly moving from the base to the head in a fluid stroke once, twice, three times. He 'saw' her kneel between his legs, leaning over him so that her heavy breasts, captured by the filmiest of lace bras, were directly in front of him. Running his tongue over his lips Keith let out a moan, he would pull her towards him, their bodies moulding against each other, before they joined in a kiss so soft and tender it would almost be unreal.
The buttons to his shirt would be undone and each exposed part of his upper torso kissed. She would run her tongue across his chest, licking the hair flat and then blowing across it. His nipples would be sucked and played with before the shirt and then his trousers were discarded.
He never wore pants and Keith imagined himself naked before his lover, his cock standing proud as he reached up to take her in his arms and then roll so it was she who lay on the mattress. The small pearl buttons he had seen on her grey shirt would soon be dealt with; her skirt and panties would join his clothes in a heap on the floor. She would wear stockings held up by a suspender belt resting alluringly across her hips. Those he would leave on, she would look so sexy, so hot and so ready for him.
Her fingers would run across the front of her bra and he would see the nipples tighten and the material would taughten. Katie would raise herself and undo the fastener before he took hold of the straps, removing the item in one movement, freeing beautiful breasts with large nipples for his eyes to feast on.
"Oh, fuck." His words surprised him, breaking the silence and he felt his hand speed up against his now rock hard cock.
Katie's lips, rose coloured with lip-gloss, would slide down over the mushroom head of his dick as her smooth butt cheeks were presented to him. He would reach up, his tongue sliding the length of her pussy, as she continued to take him in. Her moans of pleasure vibrating against his cock and moving him closer and closer to the edge.
Keith's eyes were closed now, his breathing heavy and he felt his cum filled balls tighten. She would move slightly so he could slide two fingers into her cunt, which would be warm and wet. He would fuck her, feeling her muscles tighten around him as she buried her face in his pubic rug, the whole of his eight inches in her mouth.
"Fuck, Katie, ohhhh, fuck!" His body jerked as the first load of cum shot from his cock, missing his hand totally to splash across his shirt and tie. Again and again his body shook with the power of his climax until, as the last remnants coated his fingers, he lay back exhausted but satisfied, at least for now.
*~*
The restaurant wasn't as crowded for dinner as it had been for lunch and Katherine was surprised by her disappointment. She made her way towards the entrance and smiled at the waiter standing there.
"Hi, I'm Miss Barnes, room 302, I'd like a table for one please."
"Oh, Miss Barnes, Mr Robertson said he would be delighted if you would join him for dinner."
She looked around and, as her glance reached the windows overlooking a floodlit balcony, she saw Keith getting to his feet and smiling at her.
"That would be lovely, thank you." Katie let herself be led towards the table for two the smile on her face getting wider the closer she got. Not a word was said until she sat with a menu open in front of her. She nodded her thanks and the waiter moved quietly away.
"Well, you don't look devastated, so tell me." Keith's words were eager and she couldn't contain the laugh that bubbled from her lips.
