An Overnight Date to Remember

Fifteen hours of passion, joy and talking

Part One

LPM — I’m sorry. Delayed. My wife just texted and said she’s calling me at the end of my workday. Something important. Sorry, I can’t leave yet.

Me — Oooookay. Keep me posted.

My heart dropped.

LPM and I were supposed to meet at our hotel late afternoon. Was this cold feet? Did he really have to talk with his wife?

My last hotel meet did not go so well. The Expat did not have his ass covered. So he could not get there. I had visions of being hours from home, stuck in another hotel without someone.

Breathe, Clara Breathe.

I went inside and checked in anyway. It was an older hotel, a little dated. It had three things that I needed for tonight.

• Room with a view — water, and trees. So romantic. I wanted us to have something more than a parking lot to look at. And a king-size bed, of course.
• Waterside dining — yes, on the river. It looked promising and private on the website
• Tub — it was large enough for two people and had jets.

SOLD!

Sitting in the cool room, I started unpacking. I wouldn’t lose my shit. Nope.

LPM was coming. It was all we talked about for about two weeks. Our planning, who would get what. I insisted on paying for this hotel. I am progressive and didn’t want him to cover everything.

Part of him wanted to object, but he quickly realized I was stubborn and he conceded the hotel cost as long as he covered dinner and breakfast. That was reasonable so I agreed.

I checked my phone for an icon badge update.

LPM — all good. call done. No change. She decided to come back for a vacay this summer. Wanted to see if I could get time off.

Me — oh. Okay. That’s good. I’m at the hotel.

LPM — Jumping in my car right now. there in two. Meet you in the lobby?

Me — Parking lot. I want to kiss you as soon as you’re here.

LPM — a bientôt mon bijou.

I whooped loudly in the empty room, doing a little dance. I jumped on the bed laughing. I love it when he calls me his treasure.

MINE. All MINE.

The next hour passed by in a blur. I walked next door to a local organic grocery and picked up water, some snacks, and some delicious dark chocolate. He loves the dark side, just like I do.

Getting back to the hotel, I sat down and saw he sent another update.

LPM — five minutes away.

Keycard in hand, I ran to the elevators. Down six floors to the lobby. Out the double doors and to the left, breathless. I saw him already walking towards me, suitcase in tow. Grinning madly in the early evening sun.

I rushed towards him and pounced.

My arms went around a small waist, hands snaking up towards his muscular back. He put his long arms around me and held me tight. We held on so tightly. It was like we hadn’t hugged before; new and beautiful.

Leaning my head back, I stared at his chocolate eyes fringed with long beautiful lashes. His hands came up to cup my face and drew me in for a kiss.

Sigh. So much longing. So sweet. Full of promise and heat. It was a sign of what we had in front of us.

Swatting his chest, I told him he was in trouble for lying about his arrival time.

He grabbed my hand and asked me if I’d spank him for it.

It was hard to keep my hands off of him back in our room. I longed for this moment. We walked past each other, barely touching, skin and clothes brushing past each other.

So why are we not ravishing each other as soon as the door closed?

This is a date.

It’s not a hotel meet to only have sex. To fuck like crazy. Good fucking but frantic because you are on a clock fucking.

No, we had plans. We both miss so much in our marriages. One thing that is the top item: intimacy.

The plan was to sit, relax and talk face to face. My date is going to teach me a little French. It’s been years, so I said I wanted to learn. I’m going to go over a little art lesson with him. He has never painted and is keen to learn more.

We’re going for dinner when the lesson is over when we’ve had a chance to shake off the day’s stress. There is an excellent restaurant around the corner, on the water. The table is booked, and we get to enjoy the sun going down over the water.

An hour passed we chatted in our room. I learned a few new things to get wrong in French. And he has the basics of painting. Enough for him to paint a tree or water, perhaps.

As I sat there, just taking him in, he suddenly stood and reached for my hand. Standing, he came close and told me that he would take off my shorts now.

Oh. Yes, please. So he did.

Then the underwear quickly followed.

Our kisses were passionate as his hand wandered over my body. I’m hanging on to him for all I can as his kisses are drugging, and I want to kneel before him. He gently leads me to the side of our bed.

He likes my mound. He wants me and my body very much. Over the past month, he told me what he’s going to do when he has me alone in a room.

I’m shaking with need. His breath is hot against my skin. The air is cold in the room, so I gasp when he first puts his mouth on my pussy.

Involuntary. I needed him.

He started to kiss me deeply with a tongue that moved over my lips. His hands come up to mold around my thighs. I’ve spread my legs as far as I can. He can have all he wants because I’m lost in this feeling.

His lips caress mine. Over and over. He has a slight beard, still scruffy and rough. His face grazes over my sensitive skin, and I start bucking on the bed. He gently nips the hood over my clit, over and over. He is sucking my clit so intently, and I feel the orgasm building.

It wasn’t long before I came. His tongue gave me a few final licks, and that was it. I orgasmed under his touch and mouth.

He leaned up over the bed, came down, and kissed my mouth. I tasted my own juices and cum. He ate at my mouth like he ate my pussy. Hungry and determined. I gave my hunger back to him.

Standing up, he offered me his hand so I could sit up. I did, shakily.

Standing, we hugged again and kissed again. After this, I really needed a shower before dinner. He hurried me along with a swat on my ass.

God, that felt good. I needed the shower to cool down.

Dinner is waiting.

And we’re both starving.

Meet LaPetiteMorte. He’ll be back in Part Two, Three, and Four….then hopefully more.