Late Night Calls - Part 4/4 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 4/4

... taste, I had to admit.

Leaning back against the tub again I remembered the afternoon. David’s voice, his scent. The feel of his skin and his touch.

My hand wandered between my legs where the warm water was mixing with my juices. I touched myself and knowing that a bit of his sperm was still inside me brought me closer to orgasm as I rubbed my clit, remembering how his hand felt there.

I climaxed quickly and my only hope was that I’d always remember his touch.

It had been a few days since our encounter and with relief I had noticed that Mr Jones didn’t suspect a thing and that I slowly had worked past it, too. I could acknowledge that I’d always have more than just a soft spot for him. But it was better this way. He would move out soon since the media circus was dying down and his ex had wasted all her powder.

He had still called every day. With his typical errands and lists and a kind word here and there. We had our little rituals.

It was Friday afternoon; Nelson had fetched me from my little den in the basement to talk to a computer technician at the front desk who was about to rewire parts of the phone and computer setup.

He filled me in on some minor changes and I, in exchange, explained a few settings I would need for my screen reading app.

Nelson had offered to take me back down to my office, but I told him I would stop by the bar first. Katrina had announced that, in celebration of her recent birthday, she had brought in cupcakes for the ...

... staff.

“Oh dear! I nearly forgot the cupcakes! If I may I’ll accompany, you and get one for myself to take back to the main desk.” Nelson beamed. He linked arms with me and led us towards the bar.

The bar had opened an hour earlier so there would be no opportunity to spend some time in there, eating a cupcake and having a relaxed cup of coffee. But it was quiet at the counter. Nelson snatched up a cupcake and excused himself since he had to oversee the front desk.

I always enjoyed the bright interior of the bar, so atypical to the common dark hotel bar. But today the high French windows didn’t let in as much light since it was a typical British autumn afternoon with a lot of rain. A few tables were taken as I heard voices around me and noticed some moving shadows gesturing.

“Here to sneak a cupcake, too?” Katrina stepped towards me from across the counter.

“Yes, and if I may, I’d also ask for a café au lait to go with it. And both for takeout?”

I looked at what I assumed to be her face and tried my cutest face.

“I do you one better, Sue will come on in a minute and then I’ll bring your order down.”

“You’re a gem!” I trailed along the counter as I grabbed my cane from my back pocket to unfold it.

“Oh, Chaira?” Katrina raised her voice a little, somewhere ceramic clashed. “Cream for the cupcake?”

“Hmmm yes, please.” I let go of the counter and made my way out the door. Cane in front of me a little more careful since there were guests about.

As I reached ...