Boys will be Girls

"Yeah, I'm staying at the Fairmont."

"Oh my, you travel in style. I like that!" It was her ankle against his leg now. "I think you should invite me over for a brandy." Her smile sparkled, the tip of her tongue resting on her lower lip.

"That might be nice. Were you thinking of this evening perhaps?"

"Am I that transparent or are you just a very clever boy. Tonight would give me great pleasure."

They stood next to each other at the curb waiting for a taxi, Marilyn's hand resting on the inside of his elbow and her firm breast pressing against his arm. She was almost as tall as he was in those high heels. He held the door for her when the cab finally arrived, watching in appreciation as her skirt rode up along her thighs as she slid onto the seat. They continued to make small talk as the cab traveled up the hill toward the hotel. The man at the desk gave no notice to his companion as he handed Jack the key. Marilyn stood close to him as they rode up the elevator, almost inviting him to slide his arm around her waist, which he did without hesitation.

Things happened quickly when they entered his suite on the top floor. Marilyn stepped in front of him, pressing her body against his as their lips quickly found one another. If pleasure had been her goal, it was clear they would waste no time in finding it. He marveled at the firm breasts spread against his chest, at the hips grinding against his own. Then he felt fingers insinuating themselves between their bodies until he experienced the tight grip on his erection. They stepped apart, both partners staring down at Marilyn's fingers stroking him through the denim.

Jack appreciated a woman without inhibitions so Marilyn's obvious willingness to speed ahead wasn't a problem for him. He watched as she slid the zipper down his jeans and carefully extracted his throbbing member. Then she was on her knees, lips spreading over the bulging crown of his cock as her fingers released the top of his jeans and began pulling the tight garment off his hips.