The Club

She pulled over and parked the car in a spot conveniently located just a couple of doors down from "The Club". He looked over at her and smiled. "I guess this is the place, eh?" she asked him as they got out of the car.

He was in town on business, and had taken a chance that she might be able to meet him for a quick drink and maybe a snack sometime after she finished work. He had read a personal ad online that she had placed, and looked at her posted picture, and he was, quite frankly, intrigued. The ad text had posed a challenge of being able to keep up with her in bed. Her former lovers were "dried out husks of men" by the time she finished with them, she had written. She was looking for open-minded, virile men, who would enjoy being with an imaginative, uninhibited woman. NOT a one night stand, though. Oh, and she wrote, she was voluptuously curvy, and wanted EVERY inch of her taken care of. When he had read the ad, he found himself smiling as he imagined the smirk on the author's face. He clicked on the photo icon, and was stunned at her innocent loveliness. Undeniably round cheeks, with a delicate flush on the fair skin, long curling brown hair, a pouty lower lip curved in a smile, and the eyes that hinted of mischief. A VERY attractive woman. She was NOT what he had envisioned from the ad at all! He sent her an email on a whim, knowing that she might not answer at all. It seemed that every female online was just looking to play around, and not actually meet anyone. He typed a brief note, indicating his interest, his vitals, and that he might be doing business in her city for the next few months. He extended an invite for a no pressure drink, just to see what her reaction would be.

He was pleased to see an answer in his email box the following day. He opened her response and was intrigued. She was intelligent. Her spelling was good. Nice sentence structure. A sense of humor wafted through the screen at him, punctuated by frequent emoticons of smileys and winks. He dashed off an answer, indicating that he was willing to meet at her convenience, and telling her more about him.

A few more email exchanges, and the meeting was set. It wasn't until 10:30 pm, because she worked until late. She had sent him a borderline hostile email when he had told her he didn't have a picture of himself, and he thought she was going to cancel. But he heard nothing back.

He took a taxi to the restaurant they set to meet at, and waited. At about 10:25, he saw her burst through the doors. It wasn't a busy night, and he would have recognized that hair and those eyes anyway. He smiled. She was wearing a long floral dress that skimmed all of her curves, and she definitely had them. The scoop neckline exposed at least half of the upper curves of her ample breasts, and then the fabric molded down her waist and flared out again over her hips. She was indeed voluptuous, and his mouth watered at the thought of licking every inch of her. Still, he wanted to see how their conversation would go.

She sat down next to him, apparently unaware that it was him. She smiled generically at him, and ordered a wine cooler from the bartender, who asked her for I.D. She chuckled and made a flippant remark about how the bartender was her favorite person in the whole wide world, but pulled out her wallet and showed it to him. The man glanced at the birth date, blinked a few times in disbelief, and got her the drink. After thanking him, she took a long sip, settled back into her seat, and looked at the television above the bar.

"They lost AGAIN , didn't they?" she asked in a disgusted tone of voice.

He glanced up at the screen and saw the highlights of the local hockey team being shown. He wasn't a hockey fan, and since he wasn't from this city, he really couldn't have cared less. Nonetheless, he figured that was as good a way as any to start conversation. So he smiled at her, and said something about he thought they had lost in overtime.

She laughed lightly. "I'm not really a HUGE fan, but you can't live in this town and not follow hockey. Especially with the playoffs around the corner."

He smiled at her and introduced himself.

She looked taken aback, but recovered quickly and said the usual "nice to meet you" comments that are spoken thousands of times a day. He sighed, thinking that this might turn out to be a dead end. Meeting people off the Internet was NOT a good idea, he reminded himself. It seemed to be common that the people who sounded most intriguing through a computer screen were dead bores when you talked to them "live".

He asked how her day at work had been, and she sighed and launched into a description of minutiae that probably should have bored him, but the animation in her voice and on her face kept him listening. He even found himself chuckling at some small anecdotes that she told. Her brown eyes sparkled as she described poking fun at a couple of employees and their responses back to her. He made some suggestive remark about how it must be great to work under her, and he was delighted to note that she picked up on the subtext and giggled. Not an annoyed giggle, like teenaged girls have, but a throaty giggle, the type which made the listener smile along with her. And, he confessed to himself, wonder if he could make her laugh again.

He bought himself another beer, and offered her another wine cooler. She smiled and he could have sworn she winked at him as she answered. "Not tonight, thanks. I'd like to keep all of my senses fully aware."

There was a long pause, and she asked him, "You know, you look awfully young, how old are you, REALLY ?"

He smiled at her, confident in his appearance. He was a good-looking man, and he knew it. The only thing that was a drawback was that he also knew he looked about 22. "30. For real. Here, let me show you," and he pulled out his small wire-rimmed glasses and perched them on his nose. "I don't need glasses, but I wear these so my clients take me seriously."

She squinted a little bit at him, with a very serious look on her face. "Oh my yes, with those on, you look at least 25!" she commented and burst into that infectious laugh again.

He laughed a little bit with her, and then added his own statement of fact. "Well, you certainly don't look 35."

"Face lift. Works every time," she deadpanned with a sparkle of humor in her eyes.

He smiled and made a suggestive remark about how he would love to find out if her skin was really tight all over. He almost dropped his beer when she shot back her response.

"So what are we waiting for? Your place, or mine?"

They both looked at each other for a minute, and he knew he had a dumbstruck look on his face. Not that he didn't want to take her up on her challenge, but he wasn't used to a woman being the first to suggest it.

She smiled a small smile and opened her mouth to add, "I know I said that I am not really into one-nighters. And I'm not. But let me be honest here," and she leaned close to him to whisper into his ear. "I have spent the last ten minutes wondering what it will feel like to have you up behind me, fucking me until I scream. Or what it will be like to be on my knees before you, licking your cock like an ice cream cone."

He wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. His cock was semi-hard already, just from hearing her words. In the past half-hour, she had established herself as one of the most fascinating women he had ever met, and he couldn't wait to see if she was as insatiable as she had said in her ad.

"My place. The company has me staying in the Edgeworth Club downtown. Ever been there?" he asked.

"Nope. I don't even know where it is. You'll have to give me directions," she said as they got up off their bar stools and he left a tip for the bartender.

They walked over to her small, sporty car. It looked like a car she would drive, he thought. Sleek lines, a sunroof, a flirty teal color. They climbed in, and away they went.

Conversation was at a minimum. He wasn't sure what to say anymore. He wanted her badly, and he knew that she wanted him, but he didn't want to blow it by saying anything she might think was stupid or too forward. Although how he could say anything too forward after what she had said to him at the bar, he didn't really know. Still, he confined himself to giving directions, and running his eyes over every inch of her face and body.

The Edgeworth Club was a members' only mostly- gentleman's club in the posh business section of the city. The marble stairs rose to an unassuming cherry- wood door with only a gold plaque next to it, embedded in the wall, proclaiming this to be the entrance to its hallowed halls.

He knocked. Since it was past midnight, the door was locked, and a doorman was required to admit guests. He gave a brief introduction of her to the doorman as his girlfriend and they walked down the hall.

She looked around, wide-eyed. "It looks like the club in 'Trading Places'. You know, the one that Dan Ackroyd belongs to before he gets booted onto the streets," she whispered as she peered into the darkness of one of the side rooms.

He smiled, holding her hand, as he pulled her into one of the libraries. The entire main floor was deserted, it seemed, and he wanted to impress her. The small walnut of the built-in bookshelves gleamed in the light of a single lamp, and the furniture was limited to a few round marble tables and some inviting high- backed leather guest chairs. Landscapes and portraits decorated the walls, and he wondered if there was a security camera system. Then he just decided he didn't care.

"I can't wait anymore," he said to her as he pushed her up against one of the walls and bent his head to kiss her roughly.

She tasted vaguely of the drink she had at the bar, and the underlying scent of vanilla wafted into his nostrils. He pressed his entire body against hers, feeling her breasts push against his chest. His hands wrapped themselves through her long hair and he pulled on it. He licked and nibbled and bit and sucked and kissed and did it over and over to every inch of her neck as she moaned and squirmed and told him how good it felt.

When he felt her hand slide down the front of his body and press against his confined cock, he pulled away.

They were both panting and breathing heavily, and he suggested that they take it upstairs to his room, before he got thrown out of the club.

She acquiesced, and as he took her by the hand, she stopped suddenly and stood on tiptoe. "Think you can keep up with me, big boy?" she huskily whispered as she flicked her tongue lightly around his ear.

He moaned at the sensation. Or her words. Or both. It didn't matter. "I am going to make you beg me to stop, sweetness," he told her, as he leaned down for another kiss.

They made it to the elevator, and she squealed as she pointed at the large marble ashtray between the two elevator doors. "Look, they even imprint their seal in the sand in the ashtray. Can you imagine having that job?"

He was amazed. All he could do was think about getting naked and fucking until they were both screaming, and here she was, commenting on ashtrays. It was a humbling thought.

They made it up to the room without further incident. She was intoxicating, but he was able to maintain some sense of decorum. He would have liked to stop the elevator and taken her right there, but he knew that the club probably had security cameras in there, and he really didn't want his client to be embarrassed by his behavior.

The room was large and dominated by the king-sized brass bed. It also had a marble writing desk with his laptop on it, a brass-finished office chair, a cozy leather recliner in one corner, and a cherry armoire, which housed the television.

He glanced at the clock. It was almost 1 am, and he had a presentation to give to the client at 10 am, and he hoped that he would be awake to make it a good one. But he was not about to let this woman walk out of here until he had his fill of her.

He was amazed at the uninhibited way that she suddenly jumped onto the bed. "Are you coming?" she asked him coyly as she patted the spot next to her.

He perched gingerly at the edge of the bed, reached out and ran his hand up her leg. She wasn't wearing pantyhose or stockings, and he could feel her smooth and silky flesh. Her skin was so soft that he wanted to caress her all over, and he told her so. When he added the comment "And I can't wait to find out if you taste as good as you smell," he watched as she blushed. She actually blushed! The woman who brazenly told him in a bar that she was wondering what it would be like to fuck him actually blushed! He was fascinated.

He pushed her long skirt up above her knees and began to kiss her ankles. He slowly moved up her legs, trying to be fair to each one, licking and kissing her shapely calves. He could vaguely hear her moaning, and he smiled. He could feel his cock pushing insistently against his pants, but he ignored it. He had meant it when he said that he wanted to hear her beg him to stop.

Her thighs were curved and smooth like a fine violin, soft without being doughy, and they cushioned him as he reached the spot between him that he desired so much. He looked up at her, and she was lying on her back now, two or three pillows behind her head so that she could watch him, and enjoy the sight of him between her legs as well as the physical sensations that he was giving her. Her face was prettily flushed, and her brown eyes seemed almost black with her arousal. She bit her full lower lip as he reached one long finger out and lightly traced the gusset of her silky panties. He leaned closer to the origin of the tantalizing aroma of heated pussy, and looked into her eyes as he slowly extended his tongue and briefly touched the wet spot that was further proof of her passion. She whimpered and shifted her hips towards his face, as if trying to force him to press harder on her pleasure spot. He smiled. He loved driving women insane with lust, and he rarely came across one who seemed to get excited as quickly as this one. He was planning on bringing her to orgasm after orgasm before satisfying his own needs.

He slowly took the flat of his tongue and carefully licked what was now the transparent stretch of fabric covering her pussy. She tasted delicious, even through her panties, and he decided that he needed to be closer to the source. He reached his hands around the backs of her thighs, propping them up against his biceps, and tugged on the satiny scrap of material separating him from what he craved so much. She helped by rolling her ass up, allowing him to draw her panties down and off of her long legs. She looked back down at him as he focused his gaze on her treasures. With her thighs up on his shoulders and arms, he could see it all.

She obviously trimmed her pussy. The dark hair was short and seemed to provide a frame for the pinkness of her inner lips. He took the fingers of one hand and pulled on the outer lips, noting how full they seemed to be. That was a good sign, he thought. He remembered reading somewhere that a woman with full pussy lips was full of passion. As if he needed a book to tell him that about this particular female!

As he tugged on her outer lips, the inner pussy lips seemed to part themselves for his gaze, and he could feel the incredible heat emanating from deep within her. He looked up at her face again, and saw that she was looking down at him, eyes slitted with lust, and her tongue licking at her lips. "Has anyone ever told you what a beautiful pussy you have?" he commented to her, amazed and pleased to hear how calm he sounded. He didn't want her to know that he was dying to bury his face in her and lick her until she was dry. That wouldn't have been part of his plan. She giggled a little bit, and her eyes slid away from his. In fact, part of him wondered if she weren't blushing again, although the flush of passion on her face hid that fact from him.

"Look at me," he commanded, and she opened her eyes and looked down at him.

He took both of his hands, and pulled her thick pussy lips apart, exposing the pinkness of her most sensitive areas. He once again deliberately and slowly extended his tongue. He bent his head closer to her, and his blue eyes clung to hers as he once again took a slow lick of her pussy, but this time, directly on her flesh. He dragged his tongue from just below her clit down over her slit, grazing her small hole there, and continued past it, to the sensitive area between her pussy and her ass, lightly tickling her brown rosette and stopped about two inches past it. She was moaning now, but continued to look into his eyes, as he closed his mouth and savored the tastes that were her essence. She tasted vaguely of soap, but that was overwhelmed by the proverbial scent of a woman. He then extended his tongue and once again followed the path of her most intimate crevices, but in reverse this time, from her ass to just below her obviously engorged clitoris. He felt her hips jerk down, as she tried to get him to touch her clit, but he just smiled and smacked his lips.

He decided it was time to tell her what he wanted from her, so he waited patiently, not touching her anywhere, except for his fingers, which still held her exposed to him. She stopped rocking back and forth when there was no more friction on her pussy, and she opened her mouth to speak.

"Ah, ah, ah...." he admonished with a grin on his face. "I think I am the one who is going to do the talking here." He watched as her eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"Huh?" she grunted in surprise.

He smiled again. "I think it is time for me to tell you exactly what is going to happen here." He was glad he had his arms wrapped around her thighs as he felt her jump and begin to tense up. Her eyes had flown open wide, and she seemed to be a bit frightened now.

"Calm down, calm down," he reassured her, with a quick kiss on her soft inner thigh. "I just want to prove to you that there is indeed a man who CAN keep up with you. And you are lucky enough to have found him. In fact, he is right here, between your legs. I am going to eat you, baby, so thoroughly that you are going to beg me to stop. I am going to lick up every drop of your delicious pussy juice, and savor every taste." He was enjoying this. He was exciting himself by being crude, and he could tell by the way her thighs had relaxed against him that she was enjoying it too. "I am going to fuck you with my tongue, and I want to feel you come with my face buried in you. I want to suck your clit until you can't stand it anymore and you squeeze these legs around my face to keep me there while you come over and over again. And when you think you can't stand anymore, I am going to take my hard cock and fuck it deep inside your tight cunt so that I can explode deep inside you and feel your walls milk me as you come at the same time. And then, when you think it is all over, I am going to roll you over, and I WILL take you from behind, just like the animals we both are, and fuck you so hard and so well that you are going to beg me to never stop." He smiled up into her eyes again. "Now... how does that sound?"

He ended on a very matter-of-fact and almost casual tone, and he was thrilled as he watched her face during his little speech. Her eyes had seemed to slant upwards at the outside edges as he spoke, giving her an almost feline look, and unless he was mistaken, that was indeed a purr that he heard coming from her parted lips.

"Hmmmm?" he asked as she refrained from answering him.

Finally, the purr stopped and she arched her back. She reached down to her ample breasts and pulled on her obviously erect nipples through the fabrics of the dress and her bra. His mouth watered at the sight of them, thinking how large they must be if their aroused state was so apparent through the layers of clothing covering them from his eyes.

"Please... lick me?" she asked him, surprisingly quietly, he thought, considering her visible agitation.

He thrust his tongue out again, and tauntingly licked up one side of her lips and down the other. "Like that?" he queried, knowing that it was not quite what she wanted.

"No," she moaned. She inhaled deeply, and looked down at him as she teased her tits even more, slightly twisting the nipples now.

He gazed into her eyes. "Tell me..."

She inhaled again, and shut her eyes. He was surprised that she seemed almost embarrassed, and he was about to take pity on her, when her eyes opened again. She reached down with one hand and twined it through his thick hair. "Lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Nibble on me. Drink my juices down. Tongue fuck my cunt. Just make me COME !" As she spoke, her vocal volume increased until her final plea was loud enough to make him wonder if there was anyone in the room next door.

That concern fled however, as he leaned down towards her heat and buried his face in her. He couldn't get over how hot she was. Hot and wet. His tongue slid deep inside her, and he felt the walls of her pussy try to clamp down on its slipperiness. His nose bumped against her clit, and he could hear her moaning increase in volume. He worked into an in and out motion, and then sneakily took one of his hands off of her lips and began to rub that magic button back and forth while he fucked her. He could feel his cheeks getting wet with her, and he loved it. She tasted so wonderful, he thought he could lick it up all night, and smiled to himself when he realized that he could indeed do just that. He glanced up at her face and saw that she had thrown her head back, and was almost violently tugging on her nipples to increase her excitement. He swirled his tongue around inside of her narrow passage and he felt her tense up. He quickly took her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, which was no small feat considering how slippery it was, and yanked on it fiercely.

She came close to screaming and her whole body froze. Then, as he pulled his tongue out of her, and quickly buried it back inside, he felt her climax. The walls of her cunt seemed to pull on his tongue, not wanting it to withdraw too quickly. The concept of what her orgasm would feel around his cock flashed through his mind, and he felt his pre-cum dripping, with his manhood still confined in his pants. He struggled not to climax himself, so while he was continuing his efforts with his lingual digit, he started to recite the alphabet backwards.

Ever so slowly, he felt her body relax, although there were still some aftershock contractions that surfaced from time to time. Particularly, he noted, when he would scrape the upper wall of her cunt especially firmly. He noted that for future reference.

When she had calmed down enough to look down at him, he pulled his face from her sopping trench and smiled at her. "Good one?" he commented as he raised a single eyebrow at her.

"Jesus... that was an INCREDIBLE one...." she panted, still slightly out of breath.

"There's more where that came from, sweetheart," he told her as he looked down at her fiery pink slit and went back to the task at hand.

He closed his eyes and allowed his entire world to become her nether regions. He caressed her inner lips with his tongue, up and down each side, and then sucked them into his mouth, nibbling and pulling on them. He flicked his tongue over the narrow opening of her cunt, making small circles, but never dipping inside her. He moved up to her clit, and circled that, over and over, only occasionally licking gently over the top of it, despite the movement of her hips that tried to get him to concentrate his efforts there. He had another target in mind, and he took his hands and firmly pushed her thighs up, off of his shoulders, and zeroed in on the forbidden spot.

Her small rosebud was clenched tightly, and he licked over and over it, enjoying the squeals he could vaguely hear her making above him. Her ass swayed back and forth and he wondered if she had this done to her before. And then he stopped thinking about anything other than getting his tongue into that taboo passageway. It was a difficult task, as every time he concentrated on circling her hole, she squirmed away from him. However, as he did it over and over again, he noticed a small change in her reactions. Instead of flinching away from his touch each time, he noticed that she started to push down on it, seemingly trying to get him to slither inside. Her pucker relaxed as it grew accustomed to the feel of his tongue on it, and he decided it was time.

He placed his hands on her cheeks, and pulled them apart to expose his target even more, and then, as she grew silent, he licked back and forth quickly over her tightness. With each flick of his tongue, he pressed harder and harder, and ever so slowly, he felt the ring of her flesh give way to the insistent pressure. Finally, he had worked the tip of his tongue inside her, and he listened to her groans and small moans of passion. He began to repeat his previous actions, although instead of using her cunt as the channel to bring her pleasure, he used her ass. He fucked her, in and out, over and over again. Never thrusting too deeply. No more than an inch or so, and sometimes less than that, to vary the sensations for her. Her ass danced in rhythm with his thrusts, and he slowly began to pick up the tempo. The juices of her pussy flowed fast and furious, and dripped down onto his face and flavored the experience even more for him. He used his thumb this time on her swollen clit, rubbing the pad of his digit over and over her nubbin of flesh. He couldn't tell how long he kept it up, since time had lost all meaning for him by this point, but it seemed like forever and an instant at the same time, when he felt her freeze again. He pushed his tongue deeper than before into her and also pressed her clit firmly back into her body. He vaguely heard a scream as she came. It felt like she was trying to pull his tongue out of his mouth, and he had to struggle to keep her from rocking back and forth too much. His senses were overloaded again, as he drifted off into a fantasy where he had his cock buried in her ass and he struggled to control himself.

Finally, she relaxed, and he pulled his tongue out of her, licking his lips as he did so. He thought briefly about what he should do next. He wanted to suck her clit until she screamed again, and again, and again. He wanted to have her suck his achingly hard cock until he came in a torrent down her throat. He wanted to strip her clothes off, and fuck her tits, splattering them with an explosion of sperm when he couldn't stand it anymore. But her voice interrupted his train of thought.

"Please," she panted, out of breath. "Please. No more." She smiled down at him. "I want to feel your cock inside me." She breathed quickly as she half sat up. "Please, let's get your clothes off. I want you to fuck me. Now."

Well, he told himself, there was no point in arguing with that. His cock twitched as if in agreement, and he pulled himself up to his knees, simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt.

She moved quickly too, pulling her long dress over her head, and undoing the front clasp of her bra. As her titties were exposed to his stare, he unzipped his pants. His cock practically exploded out of its confinement, pointing at her in its glorious arousal.

"Oh my God," she moaned, as she reached for him. "Its so big!" she breathed in a tone of awe.

He chuckled, but knew that it WAS larger than most. "Oh, come on," he teased, "its only 9 and a half inches long. And it's not THAT thick." He was used to female reaction to his endowment, but he never tired of it. It was an ego thing, he knew, but he didn't care. The important thing was that he knew how to USE it to make them happy. And by making them happy, they made HIM happy. It was nice how that worked out, he thought.

Both completely naked now, he knee walked up between her thighs. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He didn't always travel prepared, but he had figured if she was willing, he had better be ready. He handed her the package.

"Put it on me. Now. I want you. Now," and he punctuated each small sentence with a small stroke of his hard cock over the wetness of her pussy.

She moaned and fumbled to open it. As she did, he continued to stroke her, holding his cock with one hand, and with the other, reaching out to touch the turgid pinkness of her nipples. They were even more spectacular than he had originally thought, and he leaned down and lightly bit the right one.

He felt her touch on his prick and looked down to see her white hands clumsily begin to roll the condom down over his cock. He helped her, wanting to ensure that it was anchored properly, since he was damn sure he was going to fuck the hell out of her, and he didn't want to have to stop in the middle.

Finally, it was in place, and he circled her hole with the tip of his cock. He could feel the heat emanating from inside her, and he half-wished that he could feel the moistness against his flesh, although the last remnant of rational thought told him to keep dreaming.

Her moans were matched by his at this point, as they both watched his cock against her cunt. And then, with one thrust, he slammed about six inches inside her. They both groaned loudly at the invasion. He couldn't believe how hot it was inside her, and how she seemed to grip him like a glove, even through the thin latex covering.

He withdrew and began to fuck her shallowly and slowly, using only about two or three inches. Every time he pushed in, he had to fight his instinct to bury his cock all of the way inside, but he wanted to make it last for both of them.

She began to babble. "Please. More. More. I want you all the way inside me. Fuck me. Now. More. Give me all of it. God. Now. Please." Each of his out-strokes was matched by a word from her, and each of the in-strokes resulted in a moan, increasing in volume with each one.

He watched her breasts jiggle with each of his motions, and he wanted to see how much he could make them move. So, finally, in a game with himself, he suddenly rammed his entire cock all the way inside her tight channel. Both of their eyes closed and he just held it there, enjoying the moment. He pulled all of the way out, and then did it again. And again. And again. Picking up speed as her pelvis was tilting up to meet his every plunge.

The sweat was dripping from his forehead as they continued their motions. They were both moaning loudly now, and there were no words, as the sensations were overwhelming both of them.

She began one seemingly continuous wail that stopped abruptly as she froze. He knew what was next, and he pounded his whole length into her, balls-deep and felt it. Her orgasm was amazing. She screamed and he felt almost like a hand instantly gripped his cock and began to milk it. He knew he was going to come and he felt his semen hurtle through its channel and erupt in spurts that felt like they were coming from his spine, he shot so hard. His yell matched hers and they shuddered together through the mind-blowing climax.

He collapsed on top of her softness and once he was capable of rational thought, he wondered if he was crushing her. The involuntary contractions that were still randomly running through her body kept massaging his cock, keeping it hard. He remembered the condom and agonizingly pulled his prick from her warmth, willing his body to get up and dispose of sheath. He quickly did so, returning as fast as he could from the bathroom. He didn't want her to disappear on him. He wasn't quite through with her just yet. In fact, he wondered if he would ever get enough of her.

She had rolled over on her side and he slid behind her, spooning up against her voluptuously curved ass. He stretched on hand over her side and pulled on the nipple closest to him. She moaned and wiggled against his half erect cock, hardening it again.

"Mmmmmm..." she murmured. "Is that what I think it is?" And she giggled that infectious and throaty giggle that he had heard so many times already that night.

He smiled at the back of her head and reached down to lightly smack her buttocks. "I told you what I was going to do to you tonight. We aren't even CLOSE to finished yet."

She purred again. "I was hoping you'd say that."

He glanced at the clock. It was 4 am, and he groaned, thinking of the presentation he had to give in just six hours. He couldn't stop now, and he suddenly remembers the caffeine pills he had slipped into his suitcase this trip, 'just in case'. He was glad that he had planned ahead, because he had every intention of giving a kick ass presentation and landing this client. The prospect of spending more time in this city, in this bed, and especially with this woman was motivating him far more than any monetary reward.