“Forget about it,” Chris told me. “We’ve got a room. We’re grown ups. We can share it for the next 6 hours before we have to head to Zaragoza. If you move to another hotel, it’ll cost us hours.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked her, wondering if she was even drunker than I was.
“No problem,” she assured me. “Let’s go, I have to get out of this outfit.”
We took the old-fashioned elevator to our room, and she was undressing before the key was out of the door.
“God, my feet are killing me,” she moaned. “What’s with all these Tapas bars having you stand all the time? How can the women here survive in heels all day?”
Her shoes were strewn across the entryway, and her dress was tossed on top of the dresser, by the time I closed the door and locked it. I hung up my coat and tie in the closet. I had only brought the one suit. I stepped into the bedroom area and she was spread eagle on the bed. She had found a t-shirt from somewhere and it covered most of her, but the bottom was in line with her hips, and her panties were in full view.
“Thank God for air-conditioning,” she said, her eyes closed, as she cooled off.
Her pose was having the opposite effect on me. I sat on the lone chair, taking off my shoes, socks and pants, then heading back to the closet to hang them up again. I felt a little odd, walking around in my boxers, but I didn’t have anything else to wear. I’d only brought the suit, three shirts, and a pair of pants and polo shirt for the flight. I picked up her dress off the dresser, and put it on a hangar as well.
“That was a great day,” she said, “don’t you think?”
“Absolutely.”
“Your idea was brilliant; Perez was like your life-long buddy after you brought him in and agreed to his plan.” She said, finally sitting up in bed, and having the decency to pull her shirt down in place before I lost it.
“You certainly closed the deal with the Colonel,” I reminded her. “I don’t think he was ever more than 6 inches from your side.” I took up a seat on the chair, hoping my position would hide my erection. The room only had one bed, and it was probably not much bigger than a double. It had seemed bigger earlier.
“He was nice enough. A little too physical, but not as bad as Enrico. He made a point of pressing his hard-on up against me half the fucking night.” She laughed. Then she was leaning over and rubbing her feet, and I could see the red marks on the sides, toes and heels. She must have been pretty miserable.
I stood, figuring that I wasn’t going to be able to hide my erection all night, unless I slept in the shower. I walked to the bed, and sat at the foot of it. “Here, let me do that,” I told her, taking her foot into my lap, and rubbing her instep and the sides of her foot.
She moaned in delight, and laid back again. “You are too good,” she told me softly.
“It’s just a foot rub,” I told her with a small laugh.
“Mmmm,” she answered, placing her other foot in my lap. When she did that, she shifted her other foot, and accidentally rubbed it against my hard-on.
“Oops,” she said softly. “Sorry.”
“It’s Ok,” I told her, rubbing her other foot.
It wasn’t long until her foot was rubbing me, and not accidentally. She giggled. “Enrico, eat your heart out.”
I wondered if it was going to go any further, but she seemed to be content enough to let me rub her feet while she rubbed up against me.
Chris pulled away after a few minutes, making her way to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I did a quick email check, answering a couple of questions from the office, before I had my turn in the bathroom. I performed my toiletries, and when I came back to the bedroom the lights were down. Chris was in bed, with the covers turned down on my side, and the light on that side was the only illumination.
I slid into the bed, and found that I had no choice but to sidle up next to her.
“Kind of close quarters,” she said softly.
“I’m not complaining,” I told her softly, and cuddled up against her.
She turned to me, and I rolled to my back, allowing her to stretch out against me. She threw a leg over mine, placed her head on my shoulder and reached her arm across my body. She seemed to fit my body perfectly. I waited to say anything, not wanting to spoil the moment. Finally she sighed.
“I was wrong to bring you here,” she said.
“To Spain?”
“No, to my bedroom,” she answered. “I can’t let you have me.”
Her actions seemed to dictate the opposite. She was toying with my chest, and her thigh was high up on my legs, and as she moved it, it brushed against my erection.
She kissed my skin, and her hand slid down my body, coming to rest with my cock deep in her palm. “I’m married, Jack.”
“I know Chris,” I told her. “You are so pretty, and so sexy, and I’m dying to fill you, but I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that was wrong.”
She reached into my boxers, and fished out my cock. Her hand was warm against me.
“I can feel your heart pulsing in my hand,” she said softly.
“Like a hummingbird,” I answered.
She stroked me. “I could help you with this,” she said softly, tugging on my cock, “but I can’t let you put it inside me.”
I leaned in and kissed her softly. “Make me cum for you Chris.”
She slid down and stroked my cock deftly. She had a wonderful soft but firm touch. My boxers seemed to distract her, and she eventually pulled them off of me. By then I had pulled the single light sheet well back, and watched her. She seemed to be really taken with my dick.
“I bet this guy has seen a lot of action,” she teased.
“Better than average, lately,” I admitted.
Any further discussion was preempted by her taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
Chris was nice. It was a fun blow-job, without the skill of Debbie or Beth, we won’t even mention the remarkable Cathy’s ability. But she put quite a bit of enthusiasm into it which made up for a lot. And of course there was the factor that this was our first sexual contact, and you know how exciting that can be. She didn’t take me too deep, but her hand was a very nice addition. After a few minutes she took a break, stroking me while she caught her breath.