Playtime at The Hyatt

As he moved forward to close the space between them, Claire felt his erection nestling on top of her back, his balls resting in the space between her anus and vulva. Robert reached down and picked up the dildo that Claire had laid on the bed next to her. He reached back to get the small bottle and applied some lubricant to the soft but firm latex skin of the dildo. Claire kneeled in anticipation with a pretty good idea of what might be coming next. She was inwardly trembling in sheer excitement of what for her was unknown, uncharted water. Robert took the dildo and reaching around her left butt cheek, began to rub the end of the phallus between the folds of her labia. Claire moaned slightly with each pass from the top to the bottom as the head slowly parted her lips. She ached for him to push it all the way in but he just continued to rub it against her all the while his penis twitched on and off her back in expectation as if it were on a bed of hot coals.

"I'm going to put this inside you now Miranda, would you like that?"

"Yes, please do it, do it now."

In what seemed like a moment where time stood still, she found herself glancing at the clock on the other side of the bed; six thirty, they had been in the room for nearly an hour and a half and it seemed as if it had been mere minutes. Roberta Flack's, 'Killing me softly' was playing now, but before she could process any more of that thought, she felt the head of the dildo push slowly past her inner lips and come to rest about an inch or so inside her vagina. Miranda would have been accustomed to all shapes and sizes but for Claire this felt big, stretching her like never before, it felt...well, good!

"Tell me if I hurt you Miranda."

"No, it's OK, put it in further please."

Robert pushed it in another inch or so and then stopped again, this time making rotating motions with the weapon of joy and with each turn of the false rod, Claire let out a small cry and tried to push backwards to take more of it inside her. Robert wouldn't allow it and pulled back whenever he felt her thrust toward him so as to continue the tease. Abruptly, he stopped the movements and told her to take hold of the flexible cylinder and let it rest in the place just below her G spot. He knew she was aching to push it past that point as she anticipated the orgasm that was coming next. Robert took a little more lubricant from the bottle and rubbed it between his fingers to warm it. Then he began to caress the perineum between her anus and vagina. As he circled this area, Claire had become Miranda to the point where she felt like asking him to be ready with more money as both the clock ran out on the five hundred, and the anticipation of the act that she felt was coming next became apparent to her. In truth the intensity of the experience thus far had her so excited she thought that she would have done this for free; Claire of course, was.

Robert pushed his forefinger a small distance into her anus and made circular movements as he pushed it in a little further. Now both of her most intimate holes were being stretched and she sensed an aching desire to have them totally full but before she could say anything, he spoke again.

"Miranda, please take the small vibrator with your other, free hand and place it on the area above your clit."

Claire reached across the bed to where she had previously left it and although difficult, she managed to turn the black knob while holding it in one hand and placed the vibrating object against her hood. Almost at once she came, not with the intensity she had anticipated but very satisfying nonetheless. As soon as she began to relax from the last throbs of what by then was her fourth orgasm, she felt movement again inside her vagina. Robert began pushing the large dildo into her now in one slow but continuous movement and as the ridges passed across her special spot, she felt the warm flow of blood again building in her pelvis. Soon the dildo reached all the way in and as it hit the outer wall of her cervix she came instantly, her vagina clenched tight around the intruder until she relaxed a little and sensed that Robert had placed the tip of his member into the outer area of her anus.

"Look at me Miranda."

By this time Claire cared less about whatever Robert wanted to do and she turned her head toward him and pushed back a little in encouragement as she felt him push the bulbous end slowly inside her tight little anus. All the while she had forgotten that the dildo was still completely inside her vagina and she loved the sensation of being literally engulfed, as both openings were now being permeated by flesh and plastic. Now, Robert had about four inches of his penis inside her backside and he began to rhythmically move in and out and as he did so, she started doing the same thing with the dildo in her vagina. Robert simultaneously caressed the small of her back, intently gazing at the orange and white emblem that stood out against the light brown skin above her tailbone. As his movements quickened and the penetration depth increased, Claire followed along with her own copycat tool until suddenly she felt him thrust all at once inside as he let out a guttural cry that signaled an explosion of semen was splashing into the deeper parts of her anal canal. For a fleeting moment she found herself grateful that Robert, though not exactly small was not the same size as the thing that she had in her hand. At the moment she had felt him come, she pushed the dildo until it again reached the cervical wall and she shuddered as another mind blowing climactic wave of chaotic bliss hit her.

They collapsed with Robert lying on top of Claire, both utterly spent from the sheer exhaustion of the intensity of their respective orgasms. Robert remembered the cock ring and not wanting to suffer the numbing consequences of wearing it for too long, he pulled his still hard penis out of Claire's anus and undid the small clip that held the ring in place. As his erection began to recede, he reached around and took hold of the dildo that was still nestled snugly inside Claire's vagina and slowly pulled it out even while her pelvic muscles were fighting against him to keep it in. Claire gave another soft gasp as the latex popped out of her widened opening and she lay down with her head back on the soft pillows. Robert rolled off her back and they lay beside each other, completely exhausted but completely satisfied. Not a word was spoken.

Claire woke first and remembering where and why they were there, resisted the urge to wake Robert and discuss what had just happened. Realizing she hadn't actually gotten undressed, she rolled off the bed and pulled her dress down and quietly zipped it back up. Looking at the clock, she saw it was now almost seven a clock, five hours had passed since she made that first knock on the hotel bedroom door. She opened the bathroom door and as she closed it behind her, she switched on the lamp beside the washbasin and out of the corner of her eye noticed a large arrangement of flowers in a pretty vase. They were mainly roses and some lilies with a small envelope perched on top of a green stick. She opened the envelope and inside was a note together with five crisp one hundred dollar bills.

Darling Claire,

Thank you so much for not just this evening, however it worked out, but for just being Claire and also for having the courage to play Miranda even for just one night. I knew beforehand that I would enjoy myself if only for the chance to watch you walk through that door. I can only hope you enjoyed it too. The extra cash is not a bonus for Miranda but for you to buy yourself something special. You are my sweetest, loving wife, girlfriend and lover. I love you very much. Rob, XOX

Claire felt a small tear trickle down her cheek as she folded the cash and note back into the envelope and placed it inside the small clutch she had carried that night. She made an attempt at fixing her extremely tousled hair and left the hotel room leaving Robert asleep in the middle of the bed. Carrying the purse and the flowers, she took the elevator down, strolled casually through the now bustling hotel lobby and walked outside to the valet parking area. She handed the claim check to the valet and waited in the evening sunshine for her car. In a few minutes her Lexus appeared and purred to a halt in front of the hotel entrance. Claire opened a back door and placed the vase and flowers upright on the floor behind the passenger seat. She walked around to the driver's side and as the valet held the door open, she opened the clutch and realized she had not thought to bring cash for the valet. Still feeling somewhat lighter than air, she opened the envelope and took one of the hundreds from the wad and gave it to the valet while sliding into the seat in one elegant motion not caring what she flashed or what he might see. As she drove off she felt so good and didn't give a second thought to the extravagance of the tip, she just felt so... alive.

The Postlude

It was eight thirty when Robert finally woke from the sleep of the just. He rubbed his eyes, collected his thoughts and then broke down into a strange combination of crying and laughing. He could hardly believe that they had actually pulled it off, a role-play fantasy that from what he could recollect in a short amount of time was not only a success but also an incredibly intimate and sexually fulfilling experience. Wanting to pinch himself to be sure he was there, in that room, at that time, he realized he needed to get home, wondering all the while where Claire was and how she felt about what had just happened in that room.

He literally jumped off the bed and made for the bathroom door. The first thing he noticed was the flowers were gone, the second were the two notes scrawled one on top of the other in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror.

Senor Cortinez,

Thank you for your business; that was a very enjoyable evening.

M

Rob,

I love you darling.

C

Rob smiled to himself at the messages and used the washbasin to freshen his face before pausing once more to look at the mirror on the way out of the bathroom. He decided to leave the message on the mirror for the cleaners or perhaps the room's next occupants to see. It just made him feel special. He got dressed, gathered the used toys and placed them with the bottle of lubricant into the briefcase he had brought with him hours earlier. Checking around the room one last time he walked out of the door to the elevator, pushed the down button and waited for a few seconds for it to arrive. He got in, pushed the button and gave a sigh as the doors closed. He knew he would be driving home but needed a drink to settle him down before the journey and seeing Claire again. He had only a sip or two of the wine in the hotel room so he decided to walk through the hallway leading to the anteroom where the informal hotel bar was located. He took a stool at the end of the bar and ordered Jim Beam on the rocks and spent a few minutes trying to recollect every detail of the happenings of the evening.

Claire pulled into the two-car garage, closed the door with the automatic opener and got out of the car. She walked over to the door that led to the boot room next to their kitchen and placed her purse on the small bench. She walked back into the garage, opened the rear passenger door to retrieve the vase and flowers, took them into the house and walked all the way through to their master bedroom. She placed the vase on the chest of drawers opposite their bed and walked into the adjacent bathroom. She opened the glass shower door, turned the hot faucet knob anticlockwise, stepped out and stood facing the large mirror that spanned both the his and her sinks. As she did so she began to pull the zipper down and let the dress fall over her shoulders. She felt a giddy sense of naughtiness as she watched the dress fall, exposing her still swollen breasts and large red protruding nipples. As the dress dropped all the way to the floor she saw the slight red shading of her swollen sex glands with the lubricant still glistening as it stuck to the small patch of hair. As she stepped into the warm mist of the shower, she had never felt so attractive.

Robert finished his drink and motioned for the waiter for the check. He paid, left a generous tip and made toward the hotel entrance to retrieve his car.

"Thank you Mr. Cortinez," said the valet as he handed Robert the keys. Taken aback, it took Rob a full three seconds to realize that the boy was addressing him before he handed him a twenty-dollar bill, slid behind the wheel of the black Range Rover and pointed the car's nose toward the highway. He put some mellow music station on from the satellite channels and as he began to ruminate again on the evening he remembered once more that Claire had been naked under the dress. He found himself wishing she were there right now, alongside him so he could push a hand under the dress and play with her on the drive home. At the same time he noticed his erection growing again and for some unknown reason, he thought about how he always masturbated after they had sex. Not straightaway but always the same day, it always felt more intense the second or third time. He wasn't complaining but couldn't help but muse over the inequity of the differing orgasmic responses of men and women. It didn't seem fair that they could go on and on while for men it's a one and done kind of thing. Before he knew it he was inside the garage, noticed the hood of Claire's car was already cool and that she had been home for some time. He opened the door, saw the purse on the bench and walked through the cool, air-conditioned house to the master bedroom.

Claire was lying in bed, seemingly asleep with one arm outside the covers and what he perceived to be a slightly flushed face resting on her pillow. He quietly entered the bathroom and undressed. His erection had subsided a little but was still in an in between state as he turned on the faucet and stepped into the shower. He was in the shower for a full fifteen minutes, alternately washing his hair and body interspersed with thoughts from before. As these thoughts popped into his head, the blood flow to his penis increased proportionately and he couldn't help but smile to himself, God, he felt good.

Robert stepped out of the shower, toweled dry and as was his custom, slid naked into his side of the bed near the window. As he nestled close to Claire in a spoon position, she shifted slightly away from him but he moved closer again and as his erection grew even more he whispered, "Claire, are you awake?"

Claire lazily turned over and in a slightly grumpy voice, "Rob, I know you are there, I can certainly feel you but I'm just so exhausted from tonight, I don't think I can take you in any more."

"But sweetie, I am on such a high and so turned on, I really need you again."

"Please Rob, no, not again tonight, can you do it yourself, please?"

Rob leaned back toward the nightstand, opened the drawer and took out a small blue bottle of lubricant he kept for just such occasions. He pushed the bed linens back to expose his erect penis and applied some of the liquid to the shaft as he had in the hotel room earlier. Normally this would be the signal for Claire to roll over and go back to sleep but to his surprise, she half rolled toward him and fixed her eyes first on his, and then on his hand pleasuring himself with alternating long strokes and short slow movements that concentrated once again on the very sensitive area on the underside of the frenulum. As he stroked, he leaned over and gave Claire a kiss on the head, then leaned back and increased the intensity of his movements to accelerate toward the intense climax he craved.

"Talk to me and tell me when you are about to come," whispered Claire who was plainly more engaged in this than Rob had thought. Rob circled the base of his penis with the fingers of his right hand, squeezing in a rhythmic motion to encourage more blood flow into the engorged corpuscles of his swollen gland. Now beginning to groan a little, Rob managed to utter, "Almost there.' With that Claire sat up and moved imperceptibly closer to Rob. She didn't touch him or say anything more. All she did was watch him, first studying his face as it began to contort with an increasing look of pleasure, then at his erection as it began to swell to full size, the head standing proud on top of the thickening shaft. Her instincts told her that when he was about to come, he would probably make some noise or groan as it approached and she patiently waited for the right moment. As the swell of seminal fluid began to make its journey from his testicles, through the vas to the opening at the tip of his penis, she noticed the veins in his neck and those on the outside of his penis begin to swell and pulsate rhythmically. At that exact moment she leaned over and took him into her mouth just as the warm, salty ejaculate flowed from his straining tissue. She held him inside her mouth for as long as she could feel each shot hitting the back of her throat. When she knew he had finished, she slid her lips along his length as he slipped out and looked him in the eye as she showed him the white sticky liquid between her lips before swallowing with a gesture that didn't need any explanation.