It was the quietest part of the night, 3am, and for the next two hours the hotel would be a ghost town. She loved and hated that time in equal measure, all the drunk party-goers were tucked into their beds and the early rising workers were still enjoying their dreams. Katy had completed all of her jobs, and had time to chill out, read, write, or just think, it did get a little lonely at times but she loved the quiet.
She left the office and moved through reception to the bar to prepare herself a nice strong coffee, two sugars and a big glug of creamer, she lifted the cup to her lips and breathed in the intoxicating scent. "Mmmm" she said with a small smile, taking her first cautious sip.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone enjoy a sip of coffee more in my life!" She jumped and a little coffee spilled on her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He said.
"Mr George, you frightened the life out of me. What are you doing up and about at this hour?" She replied smiling - he was her favourite guest - setting her coffee down and rubbing her hand.
"You've burnt yourself Katy, I feel awful! Let's get it in some water." He walked around behind the bar, led her to the sink, and placed her burnt hand under the tap. "That was not cool of me. Will you forgive me?" A jovial pleading look on his face, still holding her hand under the cool water.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it." She said, trying to take back her hand. Her face reddened as a jolt of pure electricity passed through her body from his touch. He took her hand back, and placed it once again under the running water.
"It's all red, I would hate to leave a scar on your beautiful alabaster skin." He said and she could see the blush creep up his neck onto his cheeks and ears.
"Are you blushing Mr George?" She bit her lip, shocked at herself.
"You've got that effect on me Katy." He smiled as he said it, and a little of the tension dissipated. "Shall we make a little ice pack for you and then maybe you can drink your coffee and keep me company for a while?" He didn't wait for an answer, he moved with precision through the bar, took a clean cloth and folded it around several cubes of fresh ice. He lifted Katy's coffee and led her around to the padded seats in front of the bar. He sat her down, and knelt in front of her, taking the burnt hand and very gently laying the ice-pack onto the red scorched skin.
"Thanks Mr George, I'm fine, really." She said with a smile, but he didn't not let go of her hand.
"How many times have I told you, call me Will!" He had been staying in the hotel for six weeks, as an set builder he was in town working on a TV series being shot in the area. "Are we not friends by now?"
"Of course we are, now sit down Will, or you'll end up with sore knees." She said with a smile. He got to his feet and sat beside her, "So what are you doing up at this ungodly hour." She asked.
"I am a terrible sleeper, I usually just stick the telly on when I wake this early but I couldn't settle tonight so thought I'd have a wander." He took her hand again, inspecting it closely before putting the ice-pack back over the burn. "Now I get to sit with a beautiful woman for a while, so it looks like insomnia is my friend for once." He looked very directly into her eyes as he said it.
"Are you hungry?" She said blushing, "I was about to make myself something, I always have my break around now, it's so quiet and I can usually get an hour to relax."
"I hope I'm not interrupting your break." He answered slightly flustered.
"Not at all, I'm glad of the company, now - can I get you something to eat?" She answered beaming, "And I guess you'll need a coffee too, don't want you falling asleep on set."
"That would be really wonderful Katy." He replied, a wide delighted smile on his face as she brushed past him - breasts rubbing against his arm and back and headed towards the kitchen.
She returned a few minutes later carrying a tray, two steaming bowls of risotto and two cups of fresh coffee, his eyes lit up as she set the dishes down. "Wow, this looks and smells incredible, how did you make this so quickly?" He asked.
"I just heated it up silly, I brought this from home. I usually bring a bit extra in case the security guard wants some, but tonight's is a grumpy git."
"Did you make this from scratch?" He said between mouthfuls.
"Yeah, I like cooking." She replied, smiling at his obvious enjoyment, watching as he woofed down the meal. "I hope you like it!"
"It's the best thing I've had in weeks!"
They ate, drank their coffees and chatted, in what felt like a few minutes light started streaming in the windows. "Oh shit, it's almost five thirty, I need to get back to work." She exclaimed. "Thank you for keeping me company, my night flew by." She had her hand on his shoulder, standing beside him as she gathered up the crockery.
"No thank you, thank you for the food and the company. Nights can be so long when you don't sleep." He stood up, glanced around and with a hand on her waist, kissed her on the cheek, "You're an angel Katy." He whispered before heading to the stairwell and disappearing.
She was rooted to the spot, her cheek was tingling, a bead of sweat rolled from her hairline down the temple and her breath came panting out of her.
Within half an hour the hotel was buzzing, the food and beverage staff were serving breakfast, the cleaners were in and the morning shift staff were trickling in. Katy went through the motions but she couldn't stop thinking about him, about the feeling of having his body close, his lips on her, the low sultry sound of his whispered words.
"Earth to Katyyyy..." The words startled her. "Tough shift Kat, you're on another planet!" Jack said laughing.
"Ha, no it was grand, I guess I'm just beat!" She replied, gathering her things, "It's almost bedtime, yay!"
Fifty minutes later, she slipped in between the cool sheets of her bed, they were soft against her smooth skin. Her skin tingled, ears ringing, the memory of his body so close, the heat from him, his lips on her... Her left hand stroked her belly, fingers grazing the skin of her abdomen before finding a very hard nipple. She rolled it between her fingers, flicking and fondling it, imagining his hand there, as her right hand moved along her thigh towards her now throbbing folds. Her fingers, expertly tickling the wet flesh between her folds, her breath caught in her throat, breasts heaving. Thoughts of him flooded her, he towered over her, all six foot four of him, his deep amber eyes that seemed to pierce her... her finger found her clitoris and a primal moan escaped her as she teased it.
Circling, flicking, rubbing she was panting and moaning as she ferociously went to town on herself. She writhed around, glistening with sweat, absolutely hammering her hot little engorged nub, she imagined his head between her legs, gasping and crying out as she came, one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had. She woke around seven hours later in the same position, hand still in her cunt and instantly she was hot again, her fingers had a mind of their own and went to work again; orgasming again within a minute. "Fuckkkk!" she muttered and then dragged herself up and to the shower.
