The Fling

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"This room is lovely," Abigail remarked as we entered the suite. "I assumed you had the highest option last year, but this is definitely an upgrade."

It was very nice, though I had not made a special request when I booked our stay. "I didn't have anything to do with this. Maybe they give couples bigger rooms."

"Could be. I'm going to pee and then we can head back to the lobby to listen to Lorelei go over everything."

"Surely we don't have to do that again," I groaned. "They don't expect returning guests to sit through that bullshit."

She rolled her eyes. "That's when they give us our schedules, so we need to go."

"What if I call the front desk and ask if someone can bring it up to us?"

"Go ahead and try," she said as she went in the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I went to the phone, pressed the button for help, and someone picked up immediately, greeting me cheerfully, "Hello! This is Carmen at the Tranquility Spa and Wellness Resort. How can I make your day better?"

"Hi. I'm in Suite 140, and I was wondering if the packet with our schedules could be sent to our room. This is the second stay for both me and my girlfriend, so the introductory meeting isn't necessary."

"I'm so sorry, but it's compulsory for all guests. There may be changes since your last visit, and we want you to be fully informed. Plus we're doing cocktails right after so that our guests can mingle."

"Cocktails? You're serving alcohol now?"

"No," she said with tinkling laughter, "but our bartender has recently crafted a delightful menu of healthy drinks that taste just as good as anything you'd get at a bar, without all the toxins, of course!"

Ms. Antitoxin would be horrified to know that Abigail and I had two margaritas each with our lunch less than an hour ago. The taco stand we went to was next to a dive bar, so we'd gotten drinks in there and enjoyed them on the patio along with our quesa-birria.

"Thanks," I said to her. "We'll be down shortly."

"Your plan didn't work?" my love asked from the bathroom doorway as she dried her hands.

"Nope. I forgot how strict this place is. We've got fifteen minutes until the meeting and a not-so-happy hour."

She approached me. "Fifteen minutes, huh?" Then Abigail stood on her tiptoes and gave me a very sexy kiss.

"Are you suggesting...?"

"Indeed I am." She cupped my dick through my linen pants. "Seems like you're into the idea."

We hadn't had sex in almost a month, so my body was responding quickly. I wanted to spend hours making love to her, but we'd be able to do that later. I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She was wearing a short dress, so I had easy access to her panties, which I tugged down her long legs and tossed aside. Wasting no time, I dove between her thighs, savoring the familiar taste of her.

"Jesus Christ," she gasped as she took hold of my hair with one hand as the other clutched the blanket.

If we had time, I would tease her until she was begging for mercy, but this needed to be fast, so I doubled down with the swirling motion of my tongue. Oral was something I enjoyed giving, partly because of the intense intimacy but also because it made me feel powerful. I loved knowing that my mouth alone could bring her so much pleasure. I knew she was getting near the peak when her thighs involuntarily closed around my head, blocking my ears and muffling the sounds she was making. I gently pried them open and employed my tried-and-true technique of suckling her swollen clit.