It wasn't the best night sleep I'd ever gotten, for a lot of different reasons. First of all, I wasn't used to my new surroundings. The last time I'd slept alone someplace other than my bed at my parent's house, was on the couch in the mountain cabin in Colorado. But I'd been so exhausted by what Ann and I had done that night that I'd fallen fast asleep, even on the huge wet spot Ann had left there.
This time, I had been in a very comfortable bed, in a very comfortable room, my head resting on a very comfortable pillow...and I had felt anything but comfortable. It wasn't the sounds of the room...like the interstate that was next to the hotel, the cars and trucks making a low, constant hum. And it wasn't the odd pinging sounds of the heat register that was warming the room on the cool autumn night. And it wasn't the steady clicking of the clock on the far wall, counting off the seconds of early Sunday morning. The sounds weren't ones that I was used to hearing in the middle of the night, but they weren't the reasons I had been restless, fighting to get to sleep.
The reason for my sudden insomnia was all in my head, and my shaft. I had an erection that was so hard it actually hurt a little...and it wasn't going down. The more I tried not to think about what Ann had set up, and how my evening ended up, the more restless and horny I became. The few times I had drifted off, I only ended up dreaming about Heather and the way she came as I ate her wet pussy. And then I'd wake up, still as hard as when Heather had left me.
Lying there under the covers, the sensitized head of my cock tingled as it moved slightly against the fabric. I could feel the wetness of the soft cotton sheets against my skin, the precum leaking heavily from my prick. I stared at the ceiling, fighting the urge to reach down with my hand to grab my shaft and start jacking off to a fast and furious climax. I'd never wanted to masturbate so much in my life...but I couldn't. I didn't want to be the first one between Ann and I that caved, and caused us to have to 'repay our bankers'.
It was part of the new game Ann had us playing...one that was intended to keep us horny for each other. And it was working. As I licked my parched lips I could still taste Heather, a sweet reminder of the orgasms I had given her with my mouth and tongue the night before. I closed my eyes, picturing her naked, her writhing body moving across the mattress of the other bed in the room as she came; the screams of passion still echoing in my head. And that made my cock twitch some more.
"Time for a cold shower," I said out loud to the empty room, resigned that that was only way to get my cock to go soft without making myself cum.
Throwing off the covers, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet landing on the plush carpet. A few minutes later I was standing under the big nozzle of the shower massager, frantically shaving my crotch after I had hurriedly washed my body. The cold water had doing the trick, finally making my shaft start to soften...but that meant that I had to rush a little, which I never liked. It was always easier to shave my cock when it was semi-hard, and yet I was taking the kind of shower designed specifically to prevent that. But I'd been shaving myself long enough that it was pretty much an automatic thing. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I'd nicked myself shaving there.
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel to warm up as much as dry off. The cold water had done the trick, my shaft no longer the big rigid pole I'd had minutes before. And my balls had done a retreat, pulling up into my body to find warmth. The end result was that I no longer felt the uncontrollable urge to jack off like I had when I got out of bed. That didn't mean my horniness had gone away, but at least for a moment, it wasn't on my mind as much.
I was brushing my teeth when I heard a rapping sound, but it took me a moment to realize that someone was at the door. Looking up into the mirror, I wondered to myself who would be knocking so early. But when I looked at my watch lying on the countertop next to the sink, I realized it was actually close to 10. I spit out the toothpaste and wiped my mouth, before throwing on the thick white hotel robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
I'm not sure why I, but I never thought to look through the peephole of the door. Instead, I seemed to be in a rush as there was a second knock. I quickly made sure I was covered, tying the front of the robe closed and unlatching the door, wanting to make sure I opened it before there was another knock, or the person left. When the door swung past me, I more than a little stunned to see who was standing there.
"Uh...hi," I said, staring at Carol, the Executive Secretary of my new company.
"Good morning, Neil. I didn't wake you, did I? I thought you'd be up already," she said, her voice showing off her sexy southern lilt.
My mind raced as I saw her standing there in a pair of tight jeans and a sexy red silk top that had spaghetti straps to show off her bare shoulders and a generous amount of cleavage. She had a jean jacked draped over her arm, and as I looked her up and down, I saw the 4 inch red spiked heels peeking out from under her pants. While a part of me thought I should just be polite and reserved, I also knew that Carol had talked to Ann. As I thought of what that conversation must have been like, and the resulting 'game' that came out of it, I thought of Ann. I didn't have to guess as to how she'd want me to react with Carol standing at the door of my hotel. I could feel it deep inside my chest. It was almost like Ann was standing next to me whispering into my ear, telling me to go ahead and flirt...telling me that she wanted me to.
With that mindset now in my brain, I flashed Carol a naughty little grin and said, "I WAS up, thanks to Heather...and that's the reason why I just finished taking a cold shower. But now that I see you, I can feel myself getting up all over again."
"Relax, Neil," Carol giggled, "My...branch, or whatever Ann's calling me. Well, I'm not open today. It's Sunday."
"So why are you here if you're not going to try and turn me on?" I asked innocently.
"Who said I wasn't going to try and turn you on? I only said I'm not open for business, so to speak."
"Hmm...this sounds...dangerous."
"For me too...don't think I'm not dripping right now knowing you're naked underneath that robe."
I reached for the tie, threatening to open the robe, but Carol just smiled and reached for the bottom of her top, acting like she was going to lift it over her shoulders to show me her bare chest. "Careful...two can play that game."
"HA...fair enough. So...what brings you here?" I asked, motioning for Carol to come in. She walked past me, placing a wet umbrella in corner on her way to the living area of my room
"I thought you'd like some company today. Someone to show you around a little bit. Why don't you get dressed, and I'll take you to breakfast," she said as she moved sexily past me to the window.
Carol opened the drapes, which didn't help much. It was another cold, gray, rainy day; the clouds hanging low, obscuring the view of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Turning, she offered me a view of her sexy body as she sat down in the large, overstuffed leather chair and watched me get some jeans out of my suitcase.
"Are you going to leave everything in those?" she asked.
"What?"
"Your clothes. You're going to be here for a while. It might make more sense to actually make yourself at home and take your clothes out of those suitcases and use the drawers."
"Well...I haven't had time. I just got in last night, and I spent most of that dancing with Heather."
"I heard it was a little more than dancing," Carol giggled.
"You did, did you?" I said as I dug through another suitcase, looking for a sweatshirt.
"Heather called me a soon as she got home. She was really worked up. You must have outdone yourself last night, Neil."
"Why do you say that?" I said, glancing over my shoulder.
