"What would happen now? Had he said something stupid. Had he offended her? They drove through a part of the city unknown to him in the night darkness. After a while they stopped at a vacant lot laid with crumpled concrete. A wild thought passed through his mind that she might have taken him to this place for some form of retribution for his insolence. Perhaps her sullen brother was waiting here for him.
Instead they entered a small three-sided reception area on the ground floor with febrile pot plants on one side, a desk where a porter with a white shirt and black tie provided a key after a brief exchange. A chipped sign announced they were visiting The Hotel Travel . They walked through into some sort of commercial office and next to a lift well. Sean had a growing feeling of exultation although one mixed with a different kind of anxiety.
They rode up the lift with Safira standing next to the panel buttons jiggling the key and tapping her foot on the rubber tiles. Sean leant back at the back of the lift with his arms crossed and stared at the closed metallic doors. No hurry now. Whatever his fate, it would soon be revealed. The lift opened up to the seventh floor and a corridor of doors. Safira opened 706 and they entered into the semi gloom. Sean was still unsure whether they were alone. Perhaps her brother was staying here? As the door clicked behind, Safira turned towards him and for the first time stood so close that their bodies touched. She lifted her face upwards and kissed him passionately. The shackles of uncertainty magically flew away. Three months of partial celibacy combined with his intense desire for the woman he was now holding in his arms engulfed his entire body. They spun across the garish room with its thick green velour curtains and musty smell. Spun around slowly through the momentum of their furious ardour as his hands roamed deliciously along the front, sides and back of her silk dress. He slid his hands across her breasts and then caressed her pussy through her tights. All the time they had their mouths locked together. They panted through their embrace as they continued their slow, stumbling dance backwards until they fell onto the bed. Sean broke off as Safira lay beneath him with her arms clinging to his shoulders. He flung off his shirt and loosened his belt in quick movements. He then pulled her body up along the bed so they were lying horizontal and pulled her dress down below her chest and up above her stomach before he again reached down to kiss her with the added delight now of being able to rub his hardness between the spread of her thighs. Later after they had finished making love. Sean laid back well satisfied. It had been good. They had been good together. He was lying between clean sheets in an air-conditioned room in a love hotel with an attractive older woman. This beat the hell out of sharing the sauna with a snoring Hamo any day.
He lay still in the darkness and just enjoyed the sensation of comfort and tranquillity. All too rare in the madhouse of the hostel. A few minutes later he felt a fumbling around his legs and then the warm caress of her hair against his stomach as Safira glided down the bed.As he felt the hotness of her mouth on him, he didn't know whether her attempt at resurrection would be successful, he felt so damn spent. He thought wrong. He bent down and pulled her up from the depths of the bed and then kissed her passionately under the silken sheets.
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