Away From Home 3

“Um, yes…I seem to have misplaced my key.”

“No problem, what room?”

“618” he replied, still scanning the lobby.

“Is everything ok sir?” the clerk asked.

“Yes, I’m just in a hurry. Trying to avoid someone…”

“It will just be a second sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Yes, hurry the fuck up,” he thought. “No, should be everything,” he replied with a forced smile.

“Ok, there you go, sir. You have a good night.”

“It’s too late for that,” he mumbled as he took the key and headed for the elevator.

It was a long ride to the sixth floor. The door opened and he cautiously peered around. Seeing no one, he let out another sigh of relief. “This is silly,” he said to himself as he headed down the hall to his room. “This is the last time I let Max pull that trick!”

Eric slid the key in the electronic lock. The lock clicked and he partially opened the door. He took one last look around and slipped inside the darkened room. He closed the door and locked both locks as he propped his head against the door. He stayed there for a moment collecting his thoughts.

“What a night,” he said as he turned on the room light.

“It’s about time! I’ve been waiting here forever!”

“What the!?”

“You dropped this,” she said holding up his room key. “I tried to stop you but you didn’t hold the elevator. Max was kind enough to tell me what room you were in. The least I could do was return it. I mean you did buy me a drink and all.”

“Damn it Max! What did you get me in to?” he mumbled to himself.

“Look, I’m a happily married man…” he began to protest.

“I’m happily married too. We were just talking, right? I was enjoying your company.”

“I was enjoying your company too, but…” Eric stopped himself mid-sentence.

“But what?”

“But you were two seconds away from making me cum in my pants, that’s what,” he thought.

“But what?” she repeated

She was right. But what? Just because he was married, was he not allowed to talk to another woman? Maybe he had imagined what happened at the bar. He did have quite a few beers before Max brought him the “drink from her”.

“But I don’t even know your name.”

“Tess,” she replied. “Nice to meet you…again!” she said as she sat down on the bed. “Well, I’m here now, and it’s still a little early, how about some more company?” she asked.

“Sure, why not,” he said as he sat down across from Tess on the bed propping himself against the headboard.

“Mind if I make myself comfortable?” she asked as she kicked off her heels. “It’s been a long stressful week. How about a foot rub between two new friends?” she said as she slid further down towards the foot of the bed and threw her feet into his lap. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she said with a devilish grin.

“What happened to just talking?” he asked as he started to rub her stocking covered feet.

“We’ll get back to the talking when you are done. Right now, less talk, more foot rub. I have a week’s worth of stress to get rid of.”

Eric laughed as he continued to rub her feet. “So what’s in it for me?” he asked.

“I haven’t decided yet, but I’m sure you will like it,” she said with the same devilish grin. “Less talk, more rub.”

As Eric continued the foot rub, he again noticed the perfect French pedicure threw the thin material of her stockings. His cock began to swell with excitement. Maybe he hadn’t imagined the earlier incident.

“Looks like someone else is enjoying the foot rub as much as I am!” Tess giggled.

Eric turned ever shade of red imaginable. “I’m sorry,” he said as he quickly got off the bed.

“Don’t be sorry…and don’t stop! I didn’t say we both couldn’t enjoy a foot rub, did I?”

Eric hesitated for a moment before rejoining her on the bed and continuing where he left off.

Eric tried not to look at her feet, but she had nailed two of his weaknesses…French pedicures and stockings. As much as he tried to resist, he couldn’t. His cock grew harder by the second. He thought of everything he could to keep bursting through his pants. In his quest to do so, he lost track of exactly what he was doing. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. Tess started to ever so slightly moan. “I must be hearing things,” he thought. He managed to pull his eyes away from her feet. Tess’s eyes were closed; she was completely lost in the moment. Eric continued to massage her aching feet. Her breathing got shallower, her moans got louder. Then suddenly, without warning, Tess screamed in pleasure, “FUCK! DON’T STOP, GOD DAMN IT, DON’T STOP! I’M FUCKING CUMMING! FUCK…FUCK…FUCK!”


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