Janice stood at the front counter of one of the out of the way, but nice, hotels in her city, trying not to fidget with nervousness and excitement. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought over and over. A small smile crept over her lips as she remembered how turned on she had been in the park with Carl β more than she had been in a long while. Focusing on the present, she slipped an arm around him, trying to look relaxed as he booked a room for the night. She knew that she wouldn't be staying all night, but of course they didn't want to raise any eyebrows. Since she had never stayed in this place, she was fairly sure she wouldn't be recognized, and he was from out of town, so they were safe on that one. Carl squeezed her back and any casual observer would just think they were a married couple on a holiday together. Carl nonchalantly turned to her and said he'd go out to get their luggage after they checked out the room...Janice almost giggled and nodded her head.
As soon as they were on the elevators and the door was closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her with a passion so deep and longing that it took her breath away. For five floors he held that kiss and she was grateful that the elevator didn't have to stop to let anybody in. Weak in her knees and with her lips tingling, she allowed herself to be led off the elevator and down the hall to their room. The door shut behind them with a quiet click and she drew in her breath, suddenly shy. As if sensing her hesitation, Carl asked if she would like a drink, and made her a rye and cola. Trying not to gulp it down, Janice wandered through the suite admiring the spaciousness of the room and fresh flowers on the table. Carl came up behind her and drawing her long hair to one side, gently kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe, breathing in her sweet vanilla scent. Janice closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the gentle touches, then set her glass down and turned to face him. Looking into his eyes, she saw nothing to be afraid of, just soft longing and a kind soul. She felt safe, and smiled at him.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her and softly kissed his lips, and snaked her tongue into his mouth, making him groan softly. His arms tightened around her and his hands ran down her back to caress her buttocks, firmly squeezing them. As she pressed into him, he could feel her nipples harden against his chest and he smiled, knowing that she would be able to feel his arousal pressing against her as well. Knowing that she trusted him by now, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, running his hands over her exposed skin as he did so...sending shivers down her spine. They took turns gently undressing each other, until Carl was left standing in his underwear, and Janice in her sexy black bra and matching panties. Her eyes traveled down to take in the sight of the huge bulges in his boxers and she licked her lips in anticipation. But that would have to wait...Carl had other plans for her first.
She was no model she knew, but Carl didn't seem to mind as he had taken his time drawing off each piece of her clothing. His appreciation reassured her, and she realized that he was a lover of the female body, not just the female stereotypes. Sensing she was a bit shy about her body, he drew the drapes so they were cloaked in semi darkness...but with enough light to easily explore each other, and led her to the huge bed in the middle of the room. Laying her down, he leaned over her and kissed her, starting at her lips, and working his way down to her neck and upper chest.