#revisted

Tap, tap, tap.

Two fingers tap, tap, tapping on the frosted glass tabletop. The tapping paused briefly, allowing silence to fill the room again. Except it wasn’t perfectly silent. Even with the heavy glass door to the balcony pulled shut, the sounds of the outside world still managed to eek their way through.

The background music to everything at this time of day was the traffic. It was a near constant rumble, pausing for breath only when a particular sequence of stop-lights meant the street out front was briefly devoid of traffic. It had always been a busy route, but the sound of engines roaring then retreating was more pervasive now. Boxed in by a barrier of recent development, three near identical apartment towers formed an impenetrable wall of metal and glass trapping in the noise. 

Tap, tap, tap.

A truck grunted into life in the side alley, then growled off on its way. While the alley still served the same purpose as it always had, those whom it served had changed. A decade ago, the building opposite had played home to backpackers and students. Low rent accommodation in an unpopular part of town. The modest apartments gave life and vibrancy to the alley, even if that did at times take the form of 3am drunken parties and the occasional visit from the police.

But today there was little noise or life in the modern hotel that had taken the place of the old apartments. It wasn’t the fault of the hotel. It should have been bustling with tourists eager to check out the scenic riverside or send their earnings to oblivion at the casino. Like so many other things in the city, its life had been stunted by the pandemic. There was hope it would blossom again. But all the dazzling technology in the world could not make up for its small rooms. In a world where one could at any time find themselves detained in their present place of abode - space was more greatly appreciated.

Tap, tap, tap.

Matt ended the dance of his fingers, letting them instead lay against the cool tabletop. The room he sat in belonged to a hotel from a different era. It had been built as an apartment hotel, intended to serve long stay business travellers and families whose travel budget didn’t stretch to fancy dining rooms. Although still a small and modest space, it offered a more appealing place of confinement than the modern hotel should they find themselves tied up for longer than intended.

Pushing himself to his feet, Matt stalked over to the sliding door that led to the alleyway balcony. The layout of the room was familiar. Although the decor of the suite had been recently brought up to date, it was still the same room where so many memories had been forged all those years ago. He pulled back the heavy grey drapes, allowing soft daylight to filter through the translucent cream curtains.

Rolling his wrist with a flick, he stared down at his  watch.

3:47 pm

He sucked in a breath, feeling his chest rise and lungs fill as he paced back to the table. Swinging back down into the seat, his fingers found their way to the little blue box sitting on the table. The box had well worn corners and its edges were similarly battered by years of love and punishment.

Matt spun the box on the table, rotating it clockwise, then counter-clockwise. Out of the corner of his eye he snuck another glance at the glowing face of his watch.

3:49 pm.

The box continued to spin back and forth at the command of Matt’s fidgeting fingers.

It had been Kelli’s idea that their reunion should be here, back at the hotel where they had clandestinely met for a year while working on rival sides of the same corporate deal. In hindsight, it had been one hell of a conflict of interest. But perhaps it was the forbidden nature of the adventure that had made the it so intoxicating. 

When the deal was done, they had celebrated with a picnic by the river. Closing his eyes, Matt could still conjure up the vision of jelly playfully splashed between Kelli’s breasts. The hair on the back of his neck stood upright at the memory of being forced down into the contours of her cleavage and made to lick and suck away the sticky mess.

Deep, slow breaths. Deep breaths that saw Matt’s chest slowly stretch his shirt with each inhalation. He closed his eyes, dropping his hands to his thighs. His thumbs fidgeted with the belt loops of his denim jeans. It was a noiseless habit, less jarring on those who might share a room than the rat-a-tat-tat of  table tapping. But it served the same purpose.

Another roll of the wrist.

3.50 pm.

“Ok then.” Matt spoke to the empty walls around him. “Ten minutes till…”

He paused, scrunching his smile to one side as he contemplated how to finish the sentence.

“Ten minutes till we see how the next adventure begins.”

*** *** ***

Kelli stood in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying not to draw attention to herself. This was being made difficult by the sparseness of the room. In the past, comfortable saucer chairs had dotted the lobby like bright little islands in a sea of sandy coloured tiles. Now though, the lobby was quite different. The sandy tiles remained, but formed a highly polished desert, with not even an occasional oasis to break up the landscape. The comfortable chairs had been replaced by polished steel bar stools that nestled under a narrow white bench running the length of one wall. 

Looking around, it was obvious the whole area was designed to be easily wiped clean and sterilised. The green curtains sagging in the corners of the windows only added to the hospital-like atmosphere. It was a space intended to signal that the hotel understood its customer’s fears, and the overzealous expectations of the local health inspectors.

Feeling a vibration in her handbag, Kelli swirled her hand around in the magic bag of holding. She swished about until she felt the smooth glass and metal of her phone, then retrieved it. Giving it a swipe to unlock, she tapped at the screen to silence the alarm.

3.50pm.

Pivoting on one heel, Kelli turned to face the side alley.  Across the way was a small bar. Its interior was dark except for three orange lights hanging from the ceiling and radiating out a dull glow that was visible despite it only being mid afternoon. Squinting into the semi-lit bar, her eyes patrolled the shelf running along the back wall. That patrol was halted about two thirds of the way by the sight of a tall skinny bottle containing a jet black liquid.

“Oh helloooo.” Kelli said to herself as she focussed on the bottle. Unconsciously she licked her lips and scrunched her hands. If the afternoon didn't go as planned, at least they could book in for a drink close by. And maybe if the afternoon went really well, they could visit for more drinks than one.

Turning her focus back to her hotel, Kelli stole a sideways glance across at the elevators. The queue was shorter than when she’d first checked in. But as she rolled her shoulders back to relieve some of the tension, she worried the timing of her arrival was going to be thrown out by the need to wait in line.

Waiting was something she had spent far too much time doing over the last few months. When the pandemic struck she’d been in France, helping to negotiate a content licensing deal between a phone company and a video streaming service. Though she had longed to flee home to her small house and the comfort of Matt’s arms, the deal was still there to be done.

So Kelli had stayed on, through the lockdown, cooped up in her tiny and temporary apartment. When the weather was clear, it was easy to appreciate the beauty of the stone paved streets and tiny shops all squashed together. But when the sky was dark and filled with rain for endless days, she longed for the crisp Autumn days of home.

Once the deal was completed, the next challenge was finding her way home. With air travel grinding to a halt as country after country closed their borders, getting home had, out of necessity, involved spending time in multiple airports across the globe. But eventually she had found her way, and checked into a government approved hotel to sit out her quarantine time.

Kelli shifted her weight from side to side, rustling her long black and red plaid skirt as she did so. The skirt had come from one of the small shops near her apartment in France. Until today it had remained in her luggage, folded up in its little brown paper bag. It needed a proper occasion for its first outing. Idle days spent sitting in a hotel room watching reruns of  Outlander didn’t really count. And as much as she enjoyed the daily video calls with Matt, nor were they really an occasion for celebrating with new clothes. 

But today was different.

Another tremor vibrated through Kelli’s handbag. Fishing out the phone she dismissed the latest alarm. Phone in one hand, suitcase handle in the other, she set off across the lobby with a purposeful stride. Timing her arrival at the lift  so there was no wait, she swiped the phone in front of the black sensor. The lift doors clunked open, granting access to its interior. For all the modern tech delivering a touchless experience, the essence of the lifts was much much older.

The doors jolted closed behind Kelli, and the lift began its ascent. There was no music to accompany the journey, just a bright screen about the size of Kelli's handbag. It alternated between advertising for local businesses and government mandated reminders about good hand hygiene and needing to wear a mask on the subway. 

Ding! The elevator sounded off as it arrived and once again grumbled open. Kelli stepped out into the plainly decorated corridor. As her boots carried her down the carpeted hallway towards her destination, the phone buzzed again in her hand.

3.59pm.

*** *** ***

The sound of knocking on the door echoed through the room just seconds before Matt’s watch alarm chimed. Tapping the watch to silence it, he scrambled to his feet, almost knocking the chair over in his haste to get to the door. He brushed his hands down the front of his jacket, trying to unruffle it and encourage it to sit more neatly in place. Standing up straight upon reaching the door, he clasped the handle and opened it.

Stepping purposefully  through the open door, Kelli paused briefly to kiss Matt on the cheek before continuing into the apartment, wheeling her luggage behind her. Parking her suitcase at the doorway to the bedroom, she slowly turned to face Matt. He was leaning against the wall, the dark tones of his jacket a sharp contrast to the creamy colour of the wall. Head cocked to one side, he scrunched up his face in a squint and watched as Kelli slowly pulled her ankle boots off.

There was a long pause, the two of them staring across the short distance between them. The weeks had turned into days and thousands of kilometres were now just mere metres. The silence between them continued, made all the more noticeable by the road out the front of the hotel falling into one of its traffic light induced lulls.

Matt was the first to move, swaying himself off the wall and closing the gap between them. His hands broke through the invisible barrier separating them, his fingers slipping under Kelli’s grey woolen sweater and coming to rest on her hips. Taking a deep breath and straightening himself up, he guided his hands around Kell’s back until they comfortably could slide down to rest on her butt.

Hooking her hands around the back of Matt’s neck, Kelli slowly pulled him into her until their lips met. Matt relaxed into the kiss, his lips savouring the first touch of Kelli’s bare skin. Pulling her closer, he stretched his left arm up Kelli’s back, seeking to hold her in place as he increased the intensity of his kiss. 

But before he could truly enjoy the moment, Kelli had pulled away. Matt raised his open hands and shrugged, expecting to be chastised. But Kelli simply smiled and motioned to the kitchen.

“Let’s start with a drink.” she suggested, waving her hand in the direction of the bottles sitting on the kitchen bench.

“OK” 

Releasing Kelli from his grip, Matt ventured into the small kitchen in search of suitable glasses. As he did, he snuck a glance over his shoulder to admire Kelli’s new skirt. It was firm around her thighs and ass, but she moved freely in it, swishing across the carpet floor to the sliding door of the alley balcony. Pulling back the curtains, she slid the door open.

“Is that drink coming? I’ve been waiting a while for this.”

“As have I.” Thought Matt as he twisted the top of the bottle off and began to pour the jet black liquid into shot glass. “As have I.”

*** *** ***

The sun was falling behind the skyscrapers now, the alley  dark in shadow except for the occasional patches of light from occupied rooms either side of the street. Kelli pulled the sliding door wide open and tiptoed out onto the balcony. The cool of the concrete seeped through her socks, chilling her feet. Leaning against the railing, she scanned the scene before her, trying to bring herself up to date with how the world had changed since she’d last been here.

There was a light nudge of her arm, and she turned her head to see Matt offering her a shot glass. She took the slim vessel from his hand and raised it up under her nose, taking in the strong smell of aniseed. Just inhaling the sambuca sent a warm feeling down her throat. But it also sent shivers through other parts as more sensitive regions remembered the sensation of Matt’s tongue taking it’s time to lick the liquid from her body. 

Raising the glass to her lips, Kelli downed the shot and waited for the warmth of the alcohol to fill her mouth. Matt was clearly feeling the cold air too, having wrapped his navy and white scarf around his neck and forced it down the front of his jacket. Letting go of the cold metal railing, she shuffled closer to Matt, slipping an arm under his jacket. Stretching, she pressed her lips to his cheek, feeling the softness of his scarf on her chin. She let the kiss linger briefly, then withdraw, waiting for Matt’s response.

Matt turned and embraced her, squeezing her firmly and pressing their bodies together. Kelli’s breathing quickened as her breasts pressed into Matt’s firm chest. Digging her fingers deeper into Matt’s back, she moved her lips to his, delivering a succession of short kisses before resting her forehead against his.

“It’s been a while…” lamented Matt, the words tumbling from his lips as he slid his hands down Kelli’s back.

“It has.” 

“Not as long as since we were last here though.”

“No.” acknowledged Kelli.

“So why here? Why now?”

“This is where our adventures began. It’s where the next series should begin”

“Kind of where it began.” 

“Kind of?”  Kelli shot back quizzically.

“Well, it depends if  you count that time in the car park?” 

Matt purred his last response with a little too much satisfaction in his voice.  Kelli opened her mouth to reply, then stopped herself. That brief encounter in the parking lot opposite her office building had been fun, albeit brief. She and Matt had crossed paths on the way out of the building at the end of the day. Flirtatious comments had passed back and forth like a tennis rally, with teasing little comments thrown to each other like bait, trying to lure the other in without giving away one’s own intentions.

At the parking lot, Kelli offered to accompany Matt to his car. As he had gone to dig for the car keys in his briefcase, Kelli had seized the moment. She smiled as she remembered taking advantage of Matt’s distraction to pin his back against the dull red of the company rent-a-car. 

Standing here in this moment, she could almost feel the smoothness of the car’s polished exterior under her fingers, as she had placed her hands either side of Matt’s shoulders. This had been swiftly followed by teasingly biting at his neck. That had drawn the desired result, warm hands taking her breasts and caressing them as they kissed.

Pulling herself back into the present, Kelli found Matt staring at her with a grin on his face.

“Where did you go?” he asked playfully.

“Not where, when. But it’s the same result”.

Kelli took Matt by the hand and pulled him inside, slamming the sliding door behind them like an executioner's guillotine. Matt stumbled, trying to keep pace as Kelli led him in the direction of the bedroom. 

Almost tripping over each other, the pair stumbled to the end of the bed and kissed passionately. The pristine, unrumpled white of the bed cover was a calm contrast to the flowing movements of the two bodies preparing to divest each other of clothes.

Kelli moved first, unswirling Matt’s scarf from around his neck. She tossed it across the bed, a bolt of blue lightning that landed in a crumpled pile just short of the pillows. As she reached to undo Matt’s jacket, she felt her sweater pulled tight as Matt took hold of it and began teasing it upwards. Relenting from her mission for the moment, Kelli raised her arms in surrender and allowed the grey sweater to add to the growing colour on the bed.

With the sweater removed, Kelli’s attention returned to Matt’s jacket. She grabbed it by the lapels and pulled him to her, letting her lips once again taste the softness of his. As she did so, she peeled the jacket off Matt’s shoulders and arms, discarding it by the bedside table. Her eager hands began to hunt for the buttons on Matt’s shirt like a hungry bird searching out small prey.

As Kelli’s fingertips fumbled with the firm little plastic buttons, Matt's hands maneuvered to the back of Kelli’s skirt. There was a  brief zzzzzzliiip sound and Kelli felt the skirt go loose on her hips. Two hands sliding around the waistband was all that was needed to drop it to the floor in a volcanic red and black heap.

With a sense of urgency, Kelli’s fingers finished unbuttoning Matt's shirt. Like the jacket, it was soon discarded, adding to the palette of colours littering the floor. Wrapping her fingers around the back of Matt's neck, she pulled him into her, tasting him once again. Matt let out a soft, low moan as he wrestled Kelli’s black ruffled blouse up and over her head. 

There was a momentary pause as the two rivals turned lovers held each other and sized up what might come next. 

“And now?” enquired Matt.  

“Oh I think you know what comes next.” 

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

“Are you saying you haven’t thought about it?”

“Well…mmmmmm”

Kelli sat on the edge of the bed and removed her underwear. Matt knelt before her, and she relaxed as his hands ran up the inside of her legs and gently parted them. This was soon followed by those same hands sliding over her thighs and coming to rest on her hips. 

Reaching down, Kelli ran her fingers through Matt’s greying hair.  Matt needed no further direction, burying his face between Kelli’s legs. His tongue sensuously slithered up her smoothly shaved slit. His wet tongue returned for a second taste, this time pushing inside Kelli, his light stubble tingling against her skin.

Kelli unclipped her bra, sliding it off her shoulder. The softness of the bed covers beckoned, enticing her to fall backwards into them. Her sun-starved skin only slightly darker than the sheets, she nestled into the soft duck-down cover.  Reaching between her legs she again found Matt’s head, and stroked her fingers across his head. Responding to the touch,  Matt moved the focus of his attention from tasting as much of Kelli’s juices as possible, to teasing her clit.

Matt’s tongue worked at Kelli’s love bump, at first licking slippery circles, then working it from bottom to top, pushing and flicking it with each stroke of his tongue. With her spare hand Kelli reached behind her bed, grabbing the bed head. She held it tightly as Matt’s tongue began pushing her clit from side to side. At first the brushes of his tongue were slow and swaying. Like  a gate swinging in the breeze they swept back and forth in a rhythmic motion. But as Kelli’s legs began to tense and tighten against Matt’s shoulders, each  swipe of his tongue became deeper, firmer and more intense.

Tilting her head back, Kelli’s chest began to rise and fall more quickly, her breasts bobbing up and down in time with her accelerated breathing. She let her fingers grasp Matt’s coarse hair and began to wriggle her hips at the edge of the bed, grinding herself against his gasping mouth as his tongue worked furiously on her clit.

With so much energy being concentrated on the tip of Matt’s slick tongue and driven into her  tingling clit, it didn’t take long for an explosion of pleasure to burst through Kelli. She closed her eyes and hooked her legs around the back of Matt’s neck, locking him in place. A second shockwave convulsed through her body and her legs clamped tighter still.

Leaning back and staring up at the off-white ceiling, Kelli could feel the roughness of Matt’s face, an abrasive contrast against the softness of her inner thighs. She playfully squeezed him a little firmer, then set him free. Emerging from between Kelli’s legs like a swimmer breaking the water’s surface, Matt’s wet face came up smiling. 

He stripped off his jeans and underwear hurriedly, then clambered onto the bed. With hands placed either side of Kelli’s hips, Matt’s lips began to work their way across the soft skin of her stomach, smothering it in kisses as he worked his way up to her breasts.

Kelli pushed her palms into the downy covers, trying to wriggle herself up the bed. She managed to get herself at least part way up before Matt was kneeling over her, staring down at her with a cheeky grin across his face.

“Just. A. Moment.” she said with mock terseness, squirming as she sought to get comfortable. Matt shrugged, then slowly lowered himself to his elbows, bringing his lips down lightly on Kelli’s right breast. They were a warm embrace for her nipple, which was softly wrapped up by his tongue then swallowed gently into his mouth.

Ten firm fingers pressed into Matt’s back as Kelli ran her hands slowly from shoulders to bare buttocks. The texture of his skin under her fingertips sent a familiar sensation through her body, and feeling the fleshiness of his ass cheeks brought back its own memories. Mostly the latter brought back memories of her finishing up with a sore hand, but she had avoided that on a few occasions by seeing to it that Matt’s exposed rear had been stung by implements of pleasure other than her hand. 

For his part, Matt had now moved to Kelli’s other breast, treating it to still more kisses.  She dropped her hands lightly by her sides and closed her eyes, focussing on the sensation of  light touches bouncing their way happily across her breasts. It wasn’t the only thing she could feel though,  a slick trail of precum teased her sensitive slit as Matt teasingly rubbed himself against her.

“I’ve missed you.”  whispered Matt. 

His lips trekked across Kelli’s chest before sinking firmly into the side of her neck and drawing a  “mmm, hmpf” from her. Grasping the sheets between her fingers, she  savoured the warmth of Matt’s breath as it rolled across her skin. It was like the wind before the storm, a forewarning of the tempest of pleasure that was to come each time Matt’s mouth fell to her neck or shoulder.

Reaching under Matt’s body, Kelli took his hard shaft in her hand and began to stroke it, rubbing her thumb around the tip. A low and satisfied moan escaped Matt’s lips as bubbles of slippery precum emptied onto her fingers. When the next kiss landed on her breast, she eased her now wet fingers onto her clit and began to rub gently back and forth.

Outside, the world was growing darker as the sun was eclipsed by the outline of the city. The traffic was building to its evening peak now,  a steady and rhythmic back and forth carrying life across the city. Within the hotel room, Matt and Kelli were set in their own rhythm.

Matt’s lips reacquainted themselves with Kelli’s,  his hands gently exploring every inch of the tender body he had been denied. Kelli found herself sinking further into the bed. Her fingers every so often fondled the dripping shaft that kept over clit oiled, but she was careful not to take Matt past the edge. Not yet. Not right now. She rubbed herself with a growing eagerness and felt her body beginning to tense. What started as a tremor in her thighs began to cascade until her body was caught up in an explosion of energy.  Fists clenched she pummeled her hands against Matt’s muscled thighs. Opportunistically he pulled her head back by her hair and kissed hard into her neck.

“Ok., ok, you… now!”

Matt swung himself off the bed and wrapped his hands around Kelli’s ankles. She began to spread her legs, but  instead found herself  rolled on her stomach and pulled across the bed until she was bent over the edge. Firm hands ran along the side of her body, fingertips dragging across the side of her breast until they clasped her hips. She felt the weight of Matt’s body behind her, then the fullness of his erect cock parting her wet slit and filling her.

Burying her head in the nearest pillow, Kelli  let out short gasps as Matt drove himself deep in her now dripping hole. Each quick, deep stroke was followed by the sensation of Matt slowing withdrawing until only the tip remained in her. But it did not provide a reprieve, always being followed by him pushing deep inside her again.

Matt’s hands slithered from Kelli’s hips to her thighs, and his pace began to quicken. She dug her palms into the bed and began to push herself back against him. The momentum of their bodies meeting echoed through the room in sync with Kelli’s huffing. A low “mmmmmmmmm” passed from Matt’s lips and after one last deep thrust inside he slumped, panting, over Kelli’s back. 

Kelli waited for Matt’s breathing to return to normal before using her shoulder to gently nudge him onto the bed beside her.  Pulling back the covers she crawled under the covers and allowed her warm body to collapse into the crisp coolness of the fresh sheets. Matt slipped under the covers behind her, his arm draped across her breast.

“I’m liking how this new adventure has started.” he said, still catching his breath.

“I thought you might.”

“So time for the next chapter. To new places, fresh faces and great new stories to tell.”