David pressed the key card against the electronic lock, smiled, and gave an unconscious laugh of satisfaction and relief at the sound of the motorized lock releasing in the hotel room door. He leaned gently against the door and it swung open, revealing the room behind it. He had been upgraded to a suite--not surprising; his frequent guest status and the fact that most hotels were still very, very empty made it practically inevitable. But this room was nicer than most, with a large living room, a bedroom with a plush bed and a sleek duvet, and a newly-remodeled bath with a large soaking tub and a two person shower with handheld massaging shower heads.
After touring the entire suite, he moved into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the room phone and dialed Julia's number. He never called her from his cell phone; the repeated appearance of his name in her call history would raise suspicion. He knew her husband, after all--he and Julia had been work colleagues for years, and their respective spouses had met at many company picnics and holiday parties. In addition, his calls almost always came in the evenings or early mornings before work (whenever David was in Julia's hometown, she always left for work a little early and they spent the morning fucking gently, then athletically, before showering and going to her office together), so it would have been impossible to dismiss them as "work calls."
While they had been together over ten years now, it wasn't love that David and Julia felt for one another--more a mutual respect and friendship with an underscore of physical attraction that had quickly turned into a deep sexual connection. Their one project together had ended in a project completion celebration with the team that ultimately turned into the two of them in his room, her grinding atop him reverse cowgirl style. He could still remember the curve of her ass and the two small dimples at the base of her back from that first time they fucked. Neither her ass nor the dimples in her back had changed in the years they had been fucking; like him, her commitment to fitness showed in her legs, her arms, her ass, her back and her stomach. Naked, she was still so breathtaking that women many years her junior muttered angrily under their breath when she emerged from the shower in the company gym.
Together, their athleticism made them an explosive pair in bed. In their time together, no position, location, or type of sex had been unexplored--they had fucked and sucked and licked and fingered one another in office closets, on one another's desks and office floors, in cars both rented and owned by them, and in hotels...too many hotels to count at this point. Hotel sofas. Hotel floors. Hotel showers and tubs. Hotel gyms and conference rooms. Even a hotel balcony or two--her with her arms and legs spread wide, hands against the railing as he entered her from behind--the world could see them and they could see the world, fully aware that their near-perfect bodies would be the kind of show that many would pay to see.
His schedule was such that he was in her town at least once a month; it made it easy for them to see one another regularly, which they had done without fail for literally a decade. Until COVID struck, and he was confined to his home office. They had attempted to have virtual sex, but it just wasn't the same.
She answered quietly, "Julia here."
"It's me."
"I wasn't sure you'd make it to town this month."