They arrived at the check-in desk. Emboldened from their limousine exploits, he tried the "$20 trick".
"Do you have any complimentary upgrades? It's our 20th anniversary."
The clerk smiled. "I'll see what I can do," he said, and typed frantically into his computer.
He felt her come close behind him and slip something into his pocket. He didn't look, but instead felt. It was her wet panties. She leaned in close and murmured "I thought you'd like those. I have no need for them. Get checked in so we can go upstairs and you can fuck the shit out of me."
Man, was he a lucky guy.
The clerk looked up from typing. "We absolutely have an upgrade available. It would be our pleasure to upgrade you to our largest suite. Please. Enjoy your stay."
"We will," she said.
They made their way to the elevator, again holding hands. She rubbed his arm lightly.
The elevator opened, then closed. They were alone.
And again, they were kissing. He was reaching down under her skirt, kneading her wet clit. She was rubbing him through his pants.
"DING". 35th floor. They got off and found the room. She looked around slyly.
"No one in the hallway," she whispered, and backed him against the entrance to the room, rubbing his pants. He quickly pushed her away and turned her against the door, her back to him. He rubbed his erect cock through his pants against her. He reached around to finger her wet pussy.