Round 2, Match C: Justine Hollander vs. Adaline Raine

Here we are, in the third match of Round 2, with two more incredibly hot--and incredibly varied--stories featuring the required word, "hotel"! Comments are moderated, and will be posted anonymously by me on the main blog, once the voting period is over. Judges, please remember to post according to the guidelines laid out in this post on the main blog.

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Story 1

Red light filtered into the car. On…off…on…off.

Her hips moved to the same rhythm as his mouth devoured her. Through hooded eyes, Mara looked down. He was on his knees on the passenger side floor, between her soft, pale thighs. The seat back was angled so that she could see everything. She watched as his tongue licked over her clit in long, broad strokes that made her pussy leak and head spin.

Flashes of red alternated with white from the street lamp above, casting him as both devil and angel. His lips followed suit - gentle licks and kisses alternated with aggressive bites and sucks that would mark her for days.

Who was this guy?

It was Dave - mild, reserved, introverted Dave.

***

His cubicle was only two down from hers - it might as well have been on another planet. They’d worked together for three months before he’d even spoken to her, but when he had, his smooth, deep voice invoked an unexpected sexual current to ripple through her. This had shocked Mara as he was so plain - no mohawk, no piercings…no edge.

She couldn’t leave it alone.

Making it her mission to provoke him, Mara began to visit Dave with offers of coffee, or for his opinion on a graphic she was working on. His response always friendly, yet restrained. She began to touch him more - a light hand on his shoulder - pressing unnecessarily close as they reviewed documents together.

Still nothing.

Spring arrived and off came her tights. Mara began hitching the waist of her skirts before her visits until they were less than office appropriate. Just today they’d been standing next to his desk when she’d leaned over, deliberately stretching further than necessary to reach for a pen. The hem of her skirt tickled the backs of her thighs as it crept up and just over the swell of her bare ass.

She froze as his finger traced the path her skirt just traveled, shivers running up her spine.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Dirty girls need a hotel room. Tonight, Mara…meet me by the elevators.”

He turned and left the cubicle, leaving Mara stunned and turned on.

They drove in silence - his possessive hand firm over her exposed thigh.

When they’d arrived, she’d looked at the sign in disappointment. Unfazed, Dave turned to kiss her. Mara quickly appreciated the fun that could be had in a car.

***

Dave’s fingers pumped her pussy as his lips and teeth clamped down one last time on her swollen clit, launching Mara into an epic orgasm that shuddered through her, wave after wave until she lay panting on the seat.

Wiping condensation from the window, Mara viewed the red, flashing ‘No Vacancy’ sign - a reminder of their poor planning.

She said wistfully, “I only wish we’d gotten a room.”

Dave looked at her with fire in his eyes as he pulled his keys from the ignition.

“Who said we don’t have a room?”

Story 2

Cora closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of coconut as the young woman behind her lathered the shampoo into her hair. It smelled so rich that she could almost taste the Pina colada it reminded her of. She had a random thought about sitting on a beach with the salon girl clinking drinks and laughing when the other woman dug her fingers into her long brown tresses and kneaded them against her scalp. This is heaven, Cora decided as she relaxed into the chair. The woman had amazing hands.

“What else do you do with your hands?” The fingers paused in their task and suddenly warm water flooded over the top of her scalp. Had the woman rinsed because of her awkward question? She meant to ask what type of hobbies she was into and instead it sounded vaguely sexual. “I mean they're great.”

A soft chuckle sounded over her head following by a cute snort. “Ah, do you mean like in my other job?”

Cora grunted as she tried to think of a proper response. How stupid she sounded! Did this woman get propositioned by weirdos in her beauty chair all the time? “I never take time for myself. You just made me feel so relaxed.”

“I'm Zoey.” Her voice reminded her of tinkling bells, high pitched but melodic. “I do photography but I don't have a studio yet. I just kinda set up in a hotel room and drape pretty clothes over half naked women.”

“What?” Cora opened her eyes, completely forgetting that the other woman had a spray hose aimed there and soap ran into them. “Oh!”

“I'm so sorry!” Zoey appeared alarmed in her blurred vision. “Let me help.”

Cora's eyes stung badly from the shampoo but in seconds cool drops of water were flushing it out. She blinked several times and finally the burning stopped. Zoey's face was now inches from hers and she could see concern etched in her features.

“My specialty is boudoir sessions. I take several poses and then I paint one of them on canvas.” Zoey patted her eyes with a soft dry cloth. “I didn't mean to startle you.”

“I didn't expect that sort of answer. I worded my question oddly and...” Cora could no longer think with this adorable punky woman with dip-dyed purple and pink hair staring at her. How did she not notice her when she walked in?

“I'd love to paint you. Let me do a session? Free, of course, since I almost blinded you.” Zoey moved back behind the chair without her answer. “Move your head back so I can condition you.”

“Condition me to say yes?” Cora smirked as she leaned back. “I would have said it anyway.” Zoey's fingers returned to her head and a warm vanilla scent filled the air as the cream saturated her hair.

“Cool. Then you can really see what I do with my hands.”