Love Free Hotel

Meeting up

“Hello and welcome to the Love Free Hotel, are you checking in today?” A sweet but sultry looking blonde smiled at me with wide eyes. “Yes, checking in please,” I answered.

“Fantastic and are you hosting a room? Someone's guest?”

“I’m a guest.”

“Okay if you can just enter the code on the pin pad please.” I entered the 6 digit code we last agreed on and a green checkmark with the word “ACCEPTED” appeared on the pin pad’s screen. “Thank you so much! Here’s your key card and would you like us to take your bag to the room?”

“Yes, please and,” I glanced at her name tag. “Thank you, Hailey.”

“It’s my pleasure, Doll, and you look stunning! Have so much fun babe!” I felt myself blush and gave her a small wave as I headed to the main lobby’s bathroom.

7:22 pm, eight minutes before I need to be at the restaurant. I checked my makeup in the mirror, adjusted a curl or two, and checked the back of my dress. “Okay,” I sighed to myself. The dress was definitely doing its thing. My breasts were enticing even to me and anyone looking close enough would notice I didn’t have any pantie lines. I reached back to check the tie done up at my lower back. I tightened it but imagined him undoing it and the dress gliding down my skin and falling at my heels. Just the way he liked me, with nothing on but my heels, in front of a mirror and at his mercy. My chest heaved and the silkiness of the dress rubbed the points of my n*****s; the coolness enticing and sensual. I felt my n*****s stiffen more. I looked in the mirror, they were definitely showing through. ‘That ought to drive him crazy.’ I smiled at the thought and then pushed off the bathroom counter and headed to the restaurant. In the elevator, going up one floor, I was grateful to be alone. I thought about the feeling of the fabric on my n*****s some more, hoping to keep them excited at least until I could see him. Not that it would take long for them to get that way again once he was around.

Once on the second floor, I exited to my right and headed towards Gather, the restaurant. At the entrance stood the host at the host stand. A thin gentleman with long chestnut hair, a clean face, and wearing a white dress shirt with black tie and black pants. I was second in line behind another couple checking in. I got my room card out in preparation to check in when firm hands slid around my waist and under my chin. Stud pulled my chin up and locked me into a kiss. I let out a small gasp between us, and he slid his tongue in. I relented and he dominated my mouth. Suffocating and deep. My mind went blank as it traveled to memories of other times I’d taken him deep and wetness began to pool at my core. He broke the kiss. “Well hi there Doll,” he said a familiar breathy voice. “Hiya Stud,” I replied, equally breathless and drowsy on memories.

He grinned at me; his brown and golden eyes, shining like the finest tiger's eye, trained on my lips. He led me forward with one arm around my waist and I blindly followed. “Sir?” The host tried to get our attention. I was still taking Stud in, though not in the way my body ached to. His eyes hungry, ink-black medium-length hair beckoning for my fingers to run through it, and his plump pink lips, smooth against mine. How I crave his warmth in so many places on my ever cold growing body. The curl at the edge of his mouth flattened, and his lips tucked in as they pressed firmly together. I grew confused and looked up to meet his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” he warned with an intense stare. One that screamed he was barely keeping it together.

I couldn't help but smile at the power I wielded over this man. My lips curled up into a smile so hard it was as if the sweetness of candy forced them that way. I bit down on my lower lip to try to suppress it but utterly failed. He pulled me in and with a breathy low tone he managed, “Not like that either.” I turned away from him, with heat spreading across my face, and tried to stifle a laugh.

“Sir?” The host repeated with an amused smile on his face. Stud handed him his room card and we were scanned in. The host, Aiden, his name tag said, passed Stud his key card back. “You’ll be in nook three.”

“Thank you,” Stud replied. I was looking around at the inside of Gather now. Refusing to look Stud or Aiden in the eyes for the sake of my excitement. Kitty cornered to the host stand, there was a long wrap-around bar that went the length of the restaurant and curved around the back right towards the stage in the back right corner where they held live music each night. Away from the bar were maybe 8 rows of tables waiting to be sat and then finally along the opposing wall from the bar were the private rooms and the nooks. Private rooms were for larger parties, and they were towards the front of the restaurant and nooks were smaller for more intimate parties, and they were further in the back nearer to the live stage. Each private room and nook has its own door framed by long sweeping curtains to help them blend into the background of the restaurant.

Stud unlocked our nook and held the door open for me. I went to turn back and look at him, not realizing how closely behind me he had followed. The moment the door closed he was up against my backside. Both of his hands came up and grabbed my breasts and his warm lips crashed into the side of my neck and shoulder. A gasp escaped me as he pinched my n*****s through the dress. My chest heaved forward, pushing my breasts into his hands, and I instinctively arched my back, pushing my ass against his hardness. One of his hands went down to my lower stomach, and he began grinding against me. I grew wetter at the feeling of his hardness pressing against my cheeks. He kept teasing my neck with his kisses and hungry whispers. “God how I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Stud,” I said with a satisfied smile. He brought his other hand down and wrapped his arms around my waist. I turned back to him and accepted a kiss while he squeezed me. Afterward, he came around from behind me and took a seat at the table. In each nook there is a semicircle booth that runs along the back and sides of the nook and in front of the door was a table that fit the remaining space. Between the door and table was a small area for staff or company to stand and empty walls on either side to hang coats and purses. The door to the inside of the nook also has the same curtains framing it as the outside of the door. And the back wall above the booth has a TV with several channels and a live feed of the show provided out on stage. Some of the nooks have a cut-out portion of the table to make space for wheelchair users. There isn’t space for the chair itself, but it makes it easier to get the person in and out.

Stud sat in the more open section of the booth with the cut-out portion of the table and motioned for me to join him. I stood in front of him between his legs and he took my clutch from me and placed it on the back of the booth against the wall. I grabbed at his shirt collar and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “You remember to tell me what dress to wear, but you can’t remember what I like you in?” He turned back to me with a grin. “My apologies, Doll.” He adjusted his folded up sleeves. “I remembered one thing,” He gestured. I looked down at his strong veiny forearms. The very ones that I fantasize about him holding me down with. “Well, at least you remembered something.” “Ouch Doll,” He pretended to be hurt. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled it up into a messy cascade of curls on my head. I looked him in the eye and, with a teasing plea in my voice, I asked, “Am I not everything you wanted tonight?” He pulled me in close by my waist and placed his chin between my breasts.

“Everything and more,” he answered, staring back at me.

“But, am I not worth your efforts like you are mine?”

“You're worth everything I can muster and more.”

“Then…” I dropped my hair and ran my fingers through the back of his, “how will you make it up to me?” An eager smile came across his face. I felt myself burn under his stare. “Are you sure,” he asked low and eager. I nodded, never breaking eye contact with him. His smile deepened, and my dress fell down uncovering my breasts, the fabric flicking my erect n*****s before sliding off my ass and down to my heels. I kept my hands on Stud’s shoulders and stepped out of it. He grabbed it off the floor and put it further down on the booth bench. He looked back to me and started with both hands on the back of my legs and slowly glided them up. My skin was warm and pleased under the touch of his rough hands and then cold and starving once it had been passed over. He eventually cupped my butt and I shuttered as a shiver ran down my spine. Goosebumps spread as I felt more and more exposed. His fingertips dug into my cheeks, and he began to kiss my belly up towards my breast until his tongue grazed my n****e.

A soft gasp escaped my lips. He smiled at me, clearly happy with himself. I gripped tighter at the back of his head and pressed him into my breasts, demanding my satisfaction. He pulled me onto his lap and began kissing and sucking my n*****s. He kissed, sucked, flicked, roamed, and circled his tongue on them as if he’d never get enough. I watched him go at my breasts with such intent and passion. My face grew more flush the more I watched him. I began to wonder how hard I made him. My breathing began to quicken from pleasure. My core throbbing. “Mmm…” I let out. He widened his grip on my ass and started flicking my n****e faster, sucking on it hard as he pulled away. My head fell back, and my mouth opened to moan as he started on the other breast, but nothing more than a hitched breath came out as I tried not to be too loud. It was exhilarating though.