Consolation

I was having lunch at some restaurant. It was fairly insipid, but it was the only place around. A radio was playing classic rock quietly in the corner. Derek and the Dominoes began to drift across the room. 'Layla,' I said to myself. Hadn't thought about that night in a while...

I met her online, as I seem to meet a lot of people, and we quickly went from chatting to flirting to fucking in the dark corners of the internet. She said she would be around my neck of the woods for a business trip. I didn't know what she did. I didn't particularly care. She would be here and she would be mine. We made plans to meet.

I'd seen pictures of course, she sent me a few of her doing deliciously filthy things to herself. But until I saw her in person, I simply didn't realize how much I wanted her. 'Layla,' I called to her. She turned from the bar and waved in my direction. I walked over and introduced myself properly. I kissed the back of her hand. A simple pleasure, but one far too often forgotten.

We had a drink or two, she her wine and I my rum. We talked the talk of politeness. Neither of us wanted to cave first, but we both knew why we were there. I decided to take the plunge. I got up and moved to her side of the table. I reached under and found her knee. I gave it a squeeze. I moved my hand up under the dark blue skirt she was wearing. The waiter came over just as I found out she wasn't wearing any knickers. I ordered another round, my finger slipped into her cunt. Layla gasped slightly. The waiter mistook it for a sneeze and offered to fetch her a tissue. I said that wouldn't be necessary and to just fetch the drinks.

She gripped the edge of the table and ground herself on my hand. 'Do you want to leave?' I asked.

'You ordered drinks, we should drink them,' she said between clenched teeth.

The waiter came back with our drinks. I downed my rum and coke in a swift movement. But she wanted to savour the moment. The wine and the hand. When she set the glass down, she brushed my hand from under her skirt. 'Alright.'

I tossed a few bills on the table. I didn't know if it would cover the tab, nor did I care. She took my hand, the same hand that was just inside her, and led me to the elevator. It made it a reassuring bing and we were swiftly inside.

Layla sucked my fingers, licking her taste off of me. I was rather disappointed actually, I hadn't had a taste yet. She reached for my belt. There was a polite cough and we both turned. A woman of moderate age, but striking features was standing in the corner of the lift. Somehow we both failed to notice her as we entered. 'Do you mind?' she asked.

Layla glanced briefly at me. 'No,' she said firmly to the woman. 'Do you?'

She looked flustered for a moment. 'N...no?'

Layla hit the emergency stop on the control pad. 'Good. Now just you watch.' She bent down and unzipped my pants. She eased my cock out from my boxers and gave me a friendly stroke or two. Layla gave the other woman a quick smile and proceeded to suck my cock. I stood, not wanting to fall back against the wall of the lift for fear I might hit another button.  Her head bobbed up and down my length. She ran her hands over my legs, massaging them, wanting to make sure I wasn't going to collapse on her.

I don't know how long she sucked me, I was far too distracted and excited to keep track of time. Before I knew it, I was cumming in her mouth. She greedily sucked me dry, the tiniest dribble running down her cheek. She tucked me back inside my pants and stood up, starting the elevator again along the way.

The elevator binged again and we were at our floor. Layla turned to the woman who still stood in the corner.  'Enjoy that?'

The woman nodded mutely, still obviously stunned by what she had just seen. Layla kissed her on the mouth and gave her breasts a fierce squeeze. 'Good. Whatever you do tonight, have fun,' said Layla. She took me by the hand once more and led me out of the elevator. As the doors closed I could see the woman sag against the elevator wall and cup her breast.

We stumbled into Layla's room. She tore the shirt off my chest. I was slightly more careful with hers, but it joined mine on the floor in short order. I looked into her eyes, flecks of gold catching the light, and pushed her onto the bed. She kept it on, but I flipped up her skirt and gazed for the first time at the contents therein. That she was shaved was no surprise, that she was already wet neither. What surprised me was how much the mere scent of her was turning me on.  I climbed on the bed, on my hands and knees, my face hovering above her cunt, breathing her in. She grabbed my head and pushed me down.

I kissed her folds, slipping my tongue between her lower lips. I broke off and delivered a series of tiny love bites around her cunt. They weren't hard enough to break the skin, just enough to mark it. Each time I bit her, she pulled my hair. I opened her with my fingers. Layla's clit was already poking out from under the hood.  I bit down on her clit and she screamed. Still latched between my teeth, my tongue flicked her clit over and over. I put a finger inside her, curled it back towards me and buried it as far as it would go.

'Ooooh, hang on,' she moaned. I stopped, a little disappointed. She shuffled around on the bed, finally settling with her ass lifted in the air. 'Go to town, lover!' Now that's what I like to hear!

I spread her cheeks, burying my tongue in her tight asshole. I could feel her tense and give in to my attentions. She reached back and began playing with her cunt. With a free hand, I held hers in place, deep inside her. I came up for air, giving her ass a playful smack. I gave her another, less playful smack when I could tell she was enjoying it. A third followed, then a fourth. I'd've continued but I still had plans for her.

Realizing I was still wearing my pants and shoes, I took them off. My cock was still moist from Layla's mouth. Good. I positioned myself behind her and slowly pushed myself into her ass. That lovely ass. I gripped her hands, fingers intertwining, muscles stretching, bodies relaxing into position.

'Yes,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I groaned in pleasure as I sank all the way in. I fucked her ass slowly, wanting to make the feeling last forever. Her hands flitted between her clit and my balls. My strokes grew faster. She was on her hands and knees now. I had one hand on her hip, the other clasped her breast. I couldn't contain myself. I exploded in her ass, my cum filling her deep.

I collapsed on the bed next to her. Layla's chestnut hair spilled across my chest as she curled up beside me. 'Well that was good for a start,' she said.

'A start?' I panted, still trying to regain my breath.

'I'm booked here all weekend. And my meeting isn't until Monday afternoon. If you think you're going anywhere, you are sorely mistaken.'

She took off her stockings and tied my hands to the bedposts. I was too tired to put up a struggle even if I wanted to...


The song ended. The radio was now playing some crap Frampton song. I was jarred from my memories. I pushed my meal to the side and pulled out my phone. I sent her a text. 'Thinking of you.' I turned off my phone. I didn't care if she had anything to say in reply. I walked out into the world.