Long Time Coming


The surprise was that he was there. She hadn’t expected that. She had made sure he knew she would be there; but it was just in small talk, she tried to tell herself. Secretly, she hoped he would be there. But she couldn’t admit that to him. She could barely admit it to herself. And now, there he was, getting off the elevator and walking across the room toward her. She put on her best “What are you doing here?” look as he approached.

“Hi. Surprised to see me?” he asked. “Actually, yes. What are you doing here?” she replied.

“Well, I came to see you. Didn’t you expect me to be here? You told me you were staying at this hotel. I assumed it was because you wanted me to come by.” he said smiling and pausing just long enough to let her know that he knew, and then, before she could speak, said, “Actually, I had a meeting earlier this afternoon downtown. But, that is done, and I had time to kill, so, I just took a chance that I might actually run into you and came by.”

“Well, lucky you.” She said. “You found me.”

They chatted about the day and the next day and the day before. Noticably staying away from what was happening the rest of the day and that night. Finally, there was little small talk left. “What are you doing for the rest of the day? he finally asked.

“Actually I just wanted to relax awhile. Tomorrow will be a hard day.” She said.

“Oh. Ok. That’s fine. I guess I should probably go, then.” he said, and started to head to the elevator. “But you don’t know what you’re missing.” he added.

“Actually” she said, “I need to ride down with you and get something from my car” ignoring his offer.

“Ok. Let’s go then.”

They walked to the elevators. She walked in front. He was watching. She was talking as she walked and she would turn her head towards him and then away as she walked. He would catch a glimpse of her neck as she turned; showing the part that connected to the top of her shoulder. That place that he so often wanted to kiss; to bite and make goose bumps run all over her. He watched as she walked. Not really an exaggerated walk; but one with confidence. He lingered on the curve of her breast and the sway of her hips. Down to the spike heels she was wearing.

She turned again and caught him looking. She smiled and he saw the smile. It was not just a “I’m happy” smile. It was a “I’m watching you watching me, and I like it” smile.

They got to the elevator and it opened. Just the two of them there, the doors closing. Then a hand through the doors and they opened again. A 20-something, tall, stunning girl stepped in. “Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t mind if I join you for the ride, do you? she asked. Of course, they both said no. But neither of them was telling the truth. She rode one floor and promptly got off.

“Well. I guess she just wanted to ride long enough to get you excited a little.” she said.

“Actually.” he said as he moved quickly toward her. He repeated himself “Actually, I was concerned about hiding the fact that I was already excited.” He was standing very close to her. She wasn’t sure what was happening or about to happen. His statement about hiding his excitement was puzzling until he pressed himself against her and she felt his already hard cock against the top of her thigh. “I was already excited watching you.”

She started to say something, but only sound and no word came out. He had put his hands on her back and was pulling her to him in an embrace that had been a long time coming. He was kissing that spot on her neck and as he began to lightly bite her there, she shivered just as he knew she would. He moved up her neck to the spot just under her ear and was kissing and sucking and nibbling. She still had not spoken, but her body was responding. He moved his head away slightly and then kissed her. Mmm. It began as a slow kiss. Exploring. Tasting. She doing the same. But it became more frantic as their bodies began to respond more. Their hands exploring. Feeling, touching, discovering those places very familiar in sight, yet completely new to touch.

The elevator moved differently, signaling a stop. Somehow, they realized it. The embrace was broken. Clothes straightened. The space between them quickly expanded. The doors opened. No one there. She started to exit. An arm quickly blocked her path; reaching across to the number pad.

“What floor is your room on?” he asked.

“What? I mean, Why? What?” she stammered.