"You were up early and showered"  She said. He put down the phone, and was lying on the bed in his robe.

"I did that so it would be steamy and warm for you. I thought I might wake you, but you didn't move."  He reached for her robe and slid his hand around her waist pulling her firmly on to the bed. She scooted closer and felt his fingers on her belly then between her thighs. She settled under him as his kisses began on her tummy and held his head as his tongue went around her clit.   She gasped once and felt her legs being put over his shoulders. She put her arms around his neck and relaxed and opened herself as his cock fit nicely, till she felt him in her belly . . .

Tiny then bigger bites on his neck prompted him to return the favor to her nipples and she squirmed and giggled between breaths as he pushed into her cunt. He raised her hips again and twisted his hips into her, as she rode his cock. She tightened around him as he rubbed hard against her clit and held her breath with each thrust until she came . . . 

A sweet soreness began to burn and she felt her lips swell, even as wet as she was, she was tight around him . . . the soreness never lasted, not quite and she bit her lip as she felt her clit surge through her again. 

She closed her eyes and enjoyed laying against him with his slick cock on her belly and felt him run out between her legs.  Pushing him over on his back she stroked his cock softly and rubbed the slick between her fingers.  With his eyes closed she raised up and rubbed her nipples against his chest as she kissed him and drew away. He rolled on his side and pushed his face into their pillow.

She freshened up with the bidet and slipped on panties and a bra and finished dressing as he poured coffee and renewed his efforts to get dressed. She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet and laid bills of currency next to his coffee cup.

"What's that for?"   He pushed it away with his saucer and picked the coffee up to sip.

"You never have any. Face it, you're a kept man"  She smiled and pushed it back, fastened her skirt, zipped it and tucked in her blouse.

"Do you have time for breakfast? I'm buying."  He stood up and tried to reach for her but she smiled and turned away. She had packed her loose clothing the night before and finished with the valese, putting the last few things in before calling the bellman.

"I've got things to do now don't I?" She held a small notebook in her hand. As he finished dressing she checked his passport and put a few more currency bills in it.  Checked his travel bag and made sure nothing was left behind. She saw him out of the room and held him briefly again, just as the bellman arrived and removed two sets of luggage.

"Careful my love" She called out behind him as he walked down the hallway.

"Only an errand. It's set." He waved over his shoulder but then turned and they stood silently looking at each other until the door to the lift opened and he stepped from sight.

"I'm going ahead to the front desk. Please hand me the valese and check the luggage." He handed her the valese and her notebook and accepted her tip. She didn't want to go back into the room and thought she'd done well keeping her composure. Inside their room it had the fragrance of two days of warm distractions, dishes from a dinner ordered timelessly, and a bottle of wine that prompted promises in the dark . . .

She checked out at the desk, paid the charges and returned two keys that were never used once they shut the door behind them. "Your breakfast is being prepared Mamoseile." She looked at the Conserige. He held a note and she smiled.

"Merci. Please have the secretary join me. I have several telegrams to send . . . and arrange a driver to attend so we can make the train." She handed him the ticket and a tip as he escorted her to the diningroom and called for the hotel secretary.

She wasn't hungry until the waiter arrived with the hot bread. She smiled and took a large bite of bread and butter as the waiter set her napkin and poured tea. She smiled still chewing the bread as the secretary arrived with telegram pads. With the telegrams sent she had only moments before the driver arrived. The car was warm, she reached forward with a tip for the driver. He looked in the rearview mirror, and nodded and made straight for the station.

 She wanted to change her plans, but it wasn't possible and she worried about the 'errand'. Moments later the car door opened, the driver had her tickets and escorted her to the Porter and together placed her luggage in her compartment. The driver only smiled and touched the brim of his hat when she offered another tip.

She opened her note book and smiled at the note she found, an I.O.U. for the currency notes she'd left, and a promise she didn't think he could keep. 

(To be continued . . .)