Around the time I considered going into the washroom to get myself off I heard one of the attendants telling everyone to return their seats to the upright position. I couldn’t believe it, we were there. I’d fantasized about Stoney for the entire trip. Oh God, I sure hoped he didn’t let me down.
I grabbed a cab to the Hilton and approached the freckle faced young man behind the counter.
“Hi, I’m Langley Anderson. You have a reservation for me.”
“Yes, Ms. Anderson, I have it right here,” he replied, already reaching for a key card. He set it on the counter while typing into his computer. “Do you need help with your bag, ma’am?”
“No, I’ve got it. Can you tell me if Bradley Stone has checked in?”
The young man quickly checked. “Yes, ma’am, would you like me to ring his room for you?”
I was about to say yes but changed my mind. No sense in advertising to the world. No telling who might be lurking around. “No, that’s okay.” I signed the check-in receipt, grabbed my key card and headed for the elevators.
By the time I got to my room and unpacked it was almost eleven, New York time. That was ten, Chicago time. Before I did anything I had to call home and let my hubby know I got there safe and sound. He picked up on the second ring.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
It took me a little by surprise. “Ah, expecting a call from your girlfriend?”
“No, expecting a call from my vagabond wife,” he chuckled.
“How did you know it was me?”
“Who else would be calling at this hour? Actually I’ve been expecting your call for the last half hour. Everything go okay?”
“Yeah, no problems, it just took a while to get here from the airport. I must be getting jetlag already, I’m kind of tired.”
“Okay, honey, I won’t keep you. Get some sleep.”
He was so sweet. We said our goodbyes and exchanged, “I love you’s.” As I hung up the receiver I yawned. I couldn’t believe it, I really was tired. Damn it, I was going to head down to the bar and see if Stoney was there but I was fading fast.
It must have been all that love making with Nelson. I guess neither of us got a lot of sleep for the past two nights. What to do? I certainly didn’t want to fall asleep while fucking the sexiest man alive.
While contemplating my options I yawned again. That’s it, I told myself, I’ve waited this long, I’ll just have to wait one more night. I unpacked my clothes and hung them up then took a hot shower. I chuckled to myself thinking I should be taking a cold one.
As tired as I was, I wasn’t even going to think about sleep until I got myself off a couple times. I closed my eyes and pictured Stoney’s chiseled features staring down at me as I pulled my knees up for better access to my moist slit. My hips subtly rose to meet the finger, knocking on my magic opening. Was it mine—or was it his? It was hard to tell anymore.
Reality swirled in my head and vaporized into fantasy. Quicker and quicker he pounded into me. “Ohhhh,” I moaned, my back arched and my toes curled as the first orgasm washed over me. No, no don’t stop, I told myself.
Faster, harder, harder, faster…”yes, yes, yes,” I screamed. “Oh, Stoney, make me come again.” And come again I did—twice before collapsing in a pool of sweat.