Nick stood just a couple of inches from Doug. The cool draft from the room's air conditioning blew over her nude figure. Doug's hands were losely touching her upper back. The air conditioner chilled her as she had just stepped out of the hot, steamy bathroom. She averted her eyes from his, and, instead, before her at the thick muscles of his neck.
Her body was covered in goosepimples, and her nipples hardened from the cold, also. She felt her nipples slightly brushing against his hard pectorals. Doug's masculine presence, and his musky male smell were overpowering to her. Slowly, she felt an electric sensation begin in her lower abdomen and spread over her body until all her skin was alive with tingling. She felt her legs become weak and trembly as she realized how close she was to a nude, virile man. She had no defenses any longer.
As her knees buckles, her body shiftly slight forward. At the same time, Doug imperceptably tighten his embrace. Soon her entire body, from the knees up, was leaning into him. She turned her head and rested it on his shoulders. Her usually round breasts were flattened against his body, and indescrible, delightful feelings radiated out from her nipples. She also felt the disturbing presence of a hard cylindrical object pressing into her abdomen.
"How d--" she started to day, but this question would never be asked, because Doug suddenly muffled her with a long, slow kiss. If she had been able to notice her surroundings, she would have seen that there was a connecting door between their rooms, 201 and 202, and it now was wide open. She stirred to break the kiss, but the back of her head was craddled by his right hand, while his left was on her lower back, pressing her body firmly to his.
Like on the plane, the kiss went on and on, but now there were no barriers between their bodies, which were pressed tightly together, as if trying to merge into one. The tingling over her skin turned into waves of heat. Nick felt nauseated and faint, from the overwhelming new emotions she was feeling, from the cold room, and from standing so long without breathing. She was going to pass out.
Doug realized that she was fading. He broke the kiss, and reached down behind Nick's thighs. She was surprised when Doug lifted her off the floor, and pulled up and held her legs on either side of his waist. Her lower body was pulled tightly against his, and she grabbed his shoulders with her hands to keep her upper body from falling back. Megan's body was small, and Doug was strong and athletic, and he effortlessly supported her weight.
As her head cleared, and again became more aware of her situation, she almost swooned again, because she realized that her vaginal slit was firmly planted over the hard back of Doug's penis. The weight of her body was supported by the hard ridge of his cock. She couldn't move, she was trapped on this unescapable perch.
Doug adjusted his grip on her legs and pulled her a little higher. She felt her wet pussy lips slide along his rocky shaft. She felt panic. She was certain he was going to fuck her right there, standing up. There was nothing that she could do but take it like the woman that she now most certainly was.
Instead, Doug turned and carried her over to the bed, and laid her gently down at the head of the bed. He pulled the blankets down, moved her down in the bed and laid down beside her. Nick was relieved as Doug pulled the blankets up, and she began to warm up.
However, this was no time to relax and enjoy the smooth silken sheets and warm blankets. She gasped as Doug's strong right hand found the soft wet, yielding space between her legs and went to work. It was as if her body retained the memory of the adventures on the plane, because within a few minutes she was visiting the same place, as Doug brought her to the brink of orgasm, and then retreated, again and again. Soon her pelvis was thrusting forward to meet him, and she welcomed his fingers inside her.
By then she was whimpering softly, and spasms of her lower abdomen were starting to occur. Doug pulled back the blanket and kneeled between her legs. "Well Meg...what should I do?" he said in friendly voice. "God" she thought, "he sounds like Mr. Rogers... what does he want me to do, beg for it?" She crossed a line as she said, "Please, Doug, do it to me. Fuck me right now!"
"Alright" Doug said, as he held his cock in his right hand and touched it to her opening. He pushed the head in, and then pulled back. Then again, a little deeper, as Nick moaned before him.
"Snick-snick! Snick-snick!" The sound of Doug's penis sliding in and out, in and out, slightly deeper each time, was almost inaudible, but she could feel it. The tingling was now concentrated inside her, and it intensified with each stroke, like the fizz of champaign, that was scratching and satisfying an itch inside her that she hadn't known was there. His hard rod was pulling tight the folds of her vaginal wall, as her pussy turned into a slippery open cylinder ready for his energetic piston.
She grunted as he suddenly plunged in all the way, his hard pelvis colliding with her engorged clitoris. As Doug went into overdrive, with rapid-fire strokes, over and over, faster and faster, she felt herself let go. She screamed! Over and over again, she screamed, and moaned, and writhed in the bed as she gave it up to him. Everything--her body, her life, her identity, and her love! She only wanted to be with Doug, and please him in every way.
Afterwards, they both lay panting, and Doug's penis slowly softened and began to slip out of her. She wanted to hug him, caress him, thank him, and snuggle with him. Instead, within minutes, both of them fell asleep, exhausted from a long day, and the evening's passion
