Room 135

He checked his email again. She was sure this time. Room 135 at the hotel just a couple miles from his office.

They had tried the day before, but she just wasn't ready.

For a week, their inboxes had ignited with passion ... pictures ... and a lust that burned through the computer screen.

It was that intense, mental connection. Where you could just feel the other person. They each knew from the other's words that the first touch, the first kiss would ignite a fire that would only ever be sated by complete physical exploration.

He looked back to be sure. He emailed to confirm he was on his way. In 15 minutes, he'd be at her hotel room door.

He worked in an old downtown building. Historic and aging and filled with mostly sad tenants of varying types. Lawyers who only saw clients a couple days a week. Non-profits with barely enough money to pay rent. PR firms on the verge of bankruptcy. New ventures that opened and closed within 6 months.

He worked alone. And wrote often.

His words -- in a post on Craigslist and in subsequent emails -- had been the key to drawing her to him. To luring emails from her with songs and suggestive pictures of her body in a lacy bra and panties.

Her sheer desire turned him on immensely. When he checked his email during a meeting and saw her initials in his inbox, his body responded - unrelentingly and as if he were 20 again.

She told him she drank too much and smoked some and was in a bad place.

He didn't care. He needed to be wanted.

He parked his car and checked the email from his phone. Room 135.

He walked through the front door. Confident in a dark blue suit and red tie. Smiling as he walked past the front desk.

As he walked into the hallway, he got acclimated. Figured out the room scheme. Hers would be on the right.

He stopped in the bathroom and adjusted his tie. Let out his nervous pee. Took a few deep breaths.

His heart in his throat as he faced Room 135. Knocked.

The door opened and a petite woman with dark hair and open-toe heels greeted him.

"Hi" she barely uttered and closed the door.

He said nothing and as she turned, he grabbed her by the shoulders and put his lips on hers.

The fire had started.

He admired her small, tight figure. Appreciated the heels and the thigh-highs.

The heels came off. And so did his jacket.

His hands on her waist as she drank in his kiss.

Lips and tongues dancing and delighting.

Her kiss the carbonic taste of coffee, cigarettes, and mint gum. But he wanted it. Oh how he wanted it. And he took it.

He stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt... slid it off. Her shirt was on the floor and she stood before him in bra and panties.

They kissed... her hands on his chest... working down. Her fingers quickly worked loose his belt, one hand massaging his growing member.

She knelt and he admired the thick curls of her hair. He unbuttoned and she unzipped. Pulled down his boxer briefs and her hand massaged him. Brought him to fullness. Her tongue tasted the pre-cum on his head... her lips enveloped him. She let out a soft moan. Her hunger took over and she took her mouth as far down as she could...back up and down.

He pulled back and knelt, placing his throbbing heat against her chest. Her bra came off and perky, warm breasts with hardening nipples were revealed.

He rubbed against her stinging hot flesh.

Stepping back again, he took his shoes and pants off and sat on the bed. She knelt and began working his flesh again with her tongue.

She straddled him and they kissed.

She laid back on the bed and guided him to her lips... He was inside her mouth, using her. He turned and used two fingers inside her pleasure center. Massaging her clit ... penetrating wet, pink folds.

Her skin tasted of strawberry body wash and he was intoxicated. Amazed by the desire.

He pulled himself out of her mouth. Knelt and pulled her to the edge of the bed, his mouth on her, tasting her, licking her sweet, salty juices.

He could not stop.

He devoured every inch of the wetness she gave ... and she kept on giving.

He felt himself growing -- harder, hungrier.

He stood and reached for the condom on the desk. She smiled and nodded. He eagerly placed it all the way down his thick shaft.

She placed her head on the pillow and he kissed her ankle, her thigh, her wet center... lips on her stomach, then breasts as his hardness was against her thigh. Kissing her neck, his hand guided him inside her. She moaned, begged. "yes...yes"

He was all the way in. As far as he could go and her body was responding... urging him deeper. It was as if she could get no closer. He had wanted this so badly. She wanted it more. And he so enjoyed being wanted this way.

Their bodies were in a fever. Faster and deeper. Harder and harder. He could hardly keep up with her desire. Even with the condom, he knew this couldn't last. Their bodies fit together, begging the other to go further, go harder, more.

His lips touched hers and he let out a fierce grunt as the first wave of semen exploded from him. A second and third thrust. And he collapsed atop her. She smiled and kissed.

He got up and took the dripping condom off... disposed of it. And they lay next to each other, naked, smiling, giggling.

Work would miss him in about 30 minutes.

But for now. And for a few more minutes, he would kiss her. She would caress him. And their bodies would sing with the pleasure they had found.

He dressed. Fixed his hair. Asked her if he looked ok and smiled as she eagerly nodded.

They had barely spoken. But all that had been needed was given between them.