And Then There Was Katie Ch. 07

"Baby, with you, they're always good," she said appreciatively. "But just compared to the others you have given me, that one would be near the top. God, I don't know what it was, but I was so hot for you."

"Was?" Mike asked.

"Am," she replied, smiling.

The pair enjoyed the rest of their dinner, laughing and talking and making more than a few references to their continued desire for each other. Mike caught what he interpreted as knowing glances from their waitress more than once, but he did not care. They ate rather quickly, skipped dessert, and left the waitress a generous tip as they left. Eyeing Katie as she stepped out from the booth, Mike noticed the dark wet spot on the front of her shorts. Fortunately, it disappeared between her legs when she stood up and walked after him.

As they waited for the valet attendant to retrieve the Suburban, Mike said, "I guess I'd better call Jennifer. I haven't talked to her all day?"

"What the hell?" Katie asked incredulously. "You don't think she's gonna wonder why?"

"I know, I know," he groaned. "I left her a message this morning, but the rest of the day got away from me. I'll call her on the way back to the hotel. You drive."

Jennifer sounded more than excited to hear from him, evidencing no animosity from there having been nearly twenty-four hours since their last conversation. She told him about her day, about their daughter and the latest, cutest thing she had done, and about anything else she could think of. Mike told her all about the conference, leaving out the racier details of the day. By the time their conversation neared its end, he and Katie were already back in their suite. He sat in one of the big chairs in the common area, and he felt Katie's hands slide over his shoulders and down his chest from behind as he said good-bye and flipped his phone shut.

"So," Katie said softly, "I won the bet tonight. That means you have to do whatever I want...all...night...long." She leaned over the back of the chair even further, running her hands down his stomach to his expanding crotch. With her lips pressing his ear, she whispered, "And right now, what I want is more of your amazing mouth, so get your ass in that bed over there," motioning to the previously unused bedroom, "and give me what I want."

As Mike stood up from the chair, he looked at Katie and was surprised but pleased to find her totally naked. With his eyes glued to her sexy, swaying hips, he followed her like a lost puppy dog into the next room, already hard with anticipation. As he walked through the door, she made down the bed and climbed in, pulling her heels in close to her ass and spreading her knees far apart. Mike wasted no time, diving right in to her pleasure center.

Katie was so sensual, so in-tune with her body that Mike took great joy in feasting on her pussy. He licked her, he sucked her, he fingered her, he did anything and everything he could think of to make her feel good. She laid on her back, she straddled his face, she let him eat her frontward, backward, and every way in between. They both lost count of how many times she had cum screaming and wailing, but as her waning strength flooded out from between her legs, she finally asked Mike to give her one last good fucking before she passed out from exhaustion.

He was glad to oblige, his cock finally getting the relief it needed after several hours of prolonged excitement. Mike climbed aboard and slid easily inside her, moving in and out at as slow a pace as he thought he could stand. His hardness succeeded in driving her to two more blistering orgasms before emptying itself inside her worn out pussy.

As he rolled off of her, Katie rolled onto her side, curled her knees up to her chest, and pulled the covers over her weary body. Panting, Mike spooned up behind her and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you, m'lady?" He brushed her hair aside and softly kissed the nape of her neck as he awaited her answer.

In a barely audible whisper, she answered, "I'm not through with you yet. Could you get me a glass of water?"

"Sure," he whispered back, but as he started to get up, she clamped her hand down on his that rested on her bare hip.

"Wait," she croaked. "What time is it?"

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, Mike said, "Only 9:00."

"Set an alarm for like 1:00. I don't want nine hours of sleep. I want more of you. I just," coughing with her dry throat, "I just need a little rest first."

"No problem, love." He slid out the side of the bed and retrieved her water from the bathroom. Squatting beside the bed, he helped Katie like a sick child to slowly drink it all before topping it back off and leaving the glass on the nightstand. Leaving the dark room, he located both of their phones and plugged them in to charge. He checked the thermostat, turned off lights, and attended to other nightly ritual tasks that he was accustomed to performing before returning to the adulterous bed with his sister-in-law and setting the alarm clock.

When the buzzing alarm sounded, Mike instinctually slapped the top of the clock to silence the annoyance. He felt as though he had only been asleep for a few minutes, and as he tried to shake the deep sleep out of his head, Katie rolled over and sat up. "Fuck, I'm tired," she said, still sounding very hoarse. Her right hand immediately roamed across Mike's stomach to his crotch. "And how's Mister Happy?" she asked, taking him in her hand and groping him expertly. "Is he ready for more?"

Sighing contentedly at her stroking, Mike replied, "Name the place and time, and we'll be there."

"The time is now," she answered, giving him a strong squeeze in conjunction with her last word. "The place is..." she paused, thinking, "the bay window in there." A smile spread over each of their faces as they extracted themselves from the bed and walked into the sitting area of the suite. Mike reached the window first, drawing back the curtains and exposing the thinly-padded bench seat beneath the glass.

He looked at the bench, sized it up, and then looked at Katie. "Okay," she said, "maybe not."

"Yeah, I don't see us both fitting on there, especially not with any ability to move."

"Alrighty," she said, peering across the dark room for a new idea. "Then how about..." she turned to Mike with a mischievous look in her eyes, "out in the hallway."

"Seriously?" Mike asked. When her only reply was to grab his hand and pull him in the direction of the suite's main entrance, he observed, "My my, looks like we're becoming quite the exhibitionist, aren't we? Why don't we just go do it in the elevator while we're at it?"

"Don't tempt me, buddy," she replied as she unlocked the door and swung it open with a big grin on her face.

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Mike again stared at Katie's curves as she walked away toward the parking garage. She walked noticeably slower than usual, informing Mike upon his inquiry that having dozens of orgasms in one night tended to make a girl sore. He smiled to himself as he turned toward the meeting hall, tiredly remembering the long night before. After their loud escapade in the hallway, they made love another four times - once on each bed and the couch. Somewhere in between, they stopped and ordered room service, enjoying a light snack before resuming their passion. He was not sure what time it was when they finally went to sleep, but he remembered seeing 4:00 roll by on the clock during their final session.

Mike sought out a coke machine and bought himself a Dr. Pepper. He was exhausted, but he did not regret forgoing sleep in exchange for one of the hottest nights he ever remembered having. He chugged on his drink, his thoughts turning to Julie as he passed by the registration table. He did not see her, so he disappeared into the crowd, apprehensive about his commitment to another, presumably longer rendezvous with her later in the morning.

Julie was hotter than boiled jalapenos, but that did not mean that Mike had the physical or emotional energy to invest into screwing her for half the day. As the speaker stepped to the microphone, Mike hoped that the caffeine would give him the boost he needed to go through with calling her after the morning session ended.

Alternating between paying attention and not, Mike remembered that he had no condoms. He certainly did not want to spend the day with Julie with that kind of handicap, so he got up and walked out of the mediocre presentation and sought out some kind of gift shop or pharmacy within the hotel.

After two fruitless stops at gift shops, Mike cursed the need for condoms and found himself grateful once again that Jennifer and Katie were both avid proponents of birth control pills. As he continued his search, he realized that he did not remember seeing Katie take her pills in either of the nights they had shared together. He was not too worried about it since he knew that Katie's doctors had rendered her "likely infertile" as a result of her endometriosis. Of course, if they were sure about that, she probably would not be on the pill.

Pushing unpleasant thoughts of an unwanted pregnancy out of his mind, he rounded a corner and saw what looked like a small pharmacy-like store. Sure enough, he found a modest selection of condoms, made his purchase, and slipped the box inside his conference-provided bag. Exiting the store, he realized he had no idea where in the hotel complex he was; he tried in vain to retrace his steps back to the meeting, finally giving up when he noticed that it was already 9:20.

Finding an elevator, he selected Julie's floor before opening his phone and making the first of two needed calls. After he had verified that his plan for date night with Katie would work, he dialed his house. He mustered up the necessary enthusiasm just as Jennifer answered the call. "Hi, sweetie!" she said excitedly. "How's it going?"

"Oh, you know," Mike said, "just your typical conference. How are my girls?" he asked about his wife and daughter, although his two adulterous lovers were in the forefront of his mind as the question rolled off his tongue.

As he listened to Jennifer talk about Hannah and what they had done since he left, he slowly meandered down the hallways, following the signs indicating where various ranges of room numbers could be located. He actually enjoyed hearing her voice, which he found surprising given his reluctance to call. Even though he knew that she had no idea about his extracurricular bedroom activities, talking to her felt almost like she had offered him forgiveness for his many betrayals. She had been his best friend since junior high school, and talking to her always comforted him and made him feel good about things. And as he walked in the direction of his illicit lover's hotel room and felt the guilt hit deep in his stomach, Jennifer's voice took him back to a time when he had no reason to feel guilty. It was a nice feeling, and Mike felt his eyes start to tear up as he thought about what he was about to do to his loving wife.

He rounded the corner to Julie's hallway just as he hung up the phone. Seeing 9:30 as he glanced at his watch, he immediately retrieved Julie's card from his pocket and dialed her number. The emotion that arose during his phone call with Jennifer quickly migrated south of his belt when Julie answered.

"Hey, this is Mike," he said.

"Hiya, sexy!" she replied. "I bought something for us."

Mike silently wondered what it could possibly be when he suddenly remembered his own purchase. "Probably the same thing I bought for us," he said playfully as he reached the door to her room.

"Mmmm," Julie purred sensually, "then it sounds like we might have twice the fun today. Are you coming up to my room?"

"I'm standing outside the door," he answered. "Where are you?" The question was barely out of his mouth when he heard the clicks of the door handle as Julie swung it open from inside. "Wow," Mike said when he saw her. They both smiled widely and both flipped their phones shut as he entered her room.

Julie was completely naked, and as soon as she secured the door, she turned and grabbed the front of Mike's shirt. Pulling him to her, she attacked his lips with hers, her tongue quickly forging a path to his. Kissing fiercely, it took the two of them mere seconds to strip down Mike before Julie pulled him down on top of her on the bed. He was already hard and ready to go, feeling her hard nipples mashed into his chest as they kissed and rubbed and grabbed and grinded each other.

Mike reached between them and played with Julie's left nipple, eliciting a long moan into his mouth. The frequent movement of their hips suddenly produced the head of his hard cock right at the entrance to her wetness. As his thoughts shifted to the need for a condom, Julie thrust her hips upward and engulfed him with her pussy. "Oooooh god, Mike," she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck me," she whispered into his ear, "fuck me now!"

Pushing himself up on his hands, Mike said, "Let me grab a condom real quick." Julie's heels dug into the back of his thighs when she felt him start to slide out of her.

"Wait," she hissed, looking up at him with wild eyes. "Just - just for a second - just fuck me for a second and then get it."

Mike had enjoyed more sex in the last two days than he usually did in a month, but the excitement of being with a new woman and the wanton desire quivering in the bed beneath him had him doubting his usual stamina. The pleading look on her face got the better of him, however, so he settled back down and pushed back inside her.

"Yes," she moaned, quietly and ecstatically, "yes, Mike!" The pitch of her voice was high up in the squealing range, yet the volume of her expressions was subdued. Mike liked it, and he put more energy into the nearly effortless task of pistoning through Julie's well-lubricated pussy. Lowering his head, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked on it less-than-gently.

"Oh my god!" she squealed, arching her back and throwing her hands to the sides of her head. "Oh don't stop! Don't stop! I'm so close!" Her fingers intertwined with her dark hair, holding on for dear life.

Watching Julie's passion overtake her took its toll on Mike as well. "So am I, baby," he grunted. "I think now would be a good time for that condom," as he continued thrusting in and out of her.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god!" she cried quietly. Her eyes opened wide, and Mike could sense the conflict inside her of whether to throw caution to the wind and succumb to her pending monster orgasm or play it safe and let him get the condom first.

"Julie!" he said loudly, "I'm gonna cum any second! Let me get the condom!" He was proud of himself for still being able to think rationally with Julie's body making him feel the way it did.

"Shit!" she shrieked, her hands momentarily pushing him away before quickly pulling him back down on top of her. "Just - one more - I need to - " she stuttered, her insides on the verge of erupting.

As the thoughts entered Mike's mind of how much of a turn on it would be to fill her with his cum, he again defied his fleshly desires and quickly pulled out of her. "No!" she wailed, "don't leave me!" Her legs tried in vain to hold him in place as he untangled himself from her and quickly scampered off the end of the bed. In a matter of seconds, he retrieved the box of condoms from his bag, ripped it open, and extracted one from its package. As he rolled it down his slick shaft, he looked at Julie's twitching body writhing on the bed in frustrated, erotic agony. "Please," she panted, "hurry."

Mike needed no encouragement to climb back between her legs. She spread them unnaturally far apart, waiting for him to once again penetrate her pleasure center and send her over the top. As soon as he did, she threw her legs back around him and resumed the quiet articulation of her ecstasy. The short break worked wonders on Mike's endurance, and he pushed into her with a renewed intensity.

Wanting her to thoroughly enjoy the experience, Mike got an idea to enhance her pleasure. "Here," he said, pulling out of her and grabbing the two extra pillows that had been pushed to the side of the bed. "Lift up your hips." Julie planted her feet on the mattress and lifted the middle of her body up, her legs shaking under the exertion, allowing Mike to slide the pillows under her before she collapsed back down on them.

Julie looked at him curiously, apparently not understanding the motive in placing her in such an awkward position. The thick pillows were another thing Mike appreciated about higher-end hotels; two of them were more than enough to lift Julie's hips more than a foot off the bed. Her back was severely arched, causing the weight of her upper body to rest on her shoulders and neck. Seeing her skeptical gaze, Mike said, "Just wait. You'll thank me."

Kneeling between her thighs, Mike guided himself back into her slippery folds of hot flesh. He entered her slowly, allowing her to feel his cock head pushing mercilessly against the front wall of her insides. He watched her face closely for the reaction, and he was not disappointed. Julie's mouth opened wide, and her breathing changed to rapid inhaling gasps as he slid his way into her body. He quickly retracted and plunged back in again before asking, "What do you think about that?"

"I - think - just - keep going!" she responded, sounding almost frantic. He gladly obliged her, and it took only another thirty seconds of his angled assault against her before she exploded in orgasm. "Godddddddddd Miiiiiiiiiiike!" she whimpered as the muscles in her lower abdomen spasmed out of control. Mike grabbed on to her thighs as he continued to fuck her, prolonging her intense climax. Before long, she used her legs to push herself apart from him, saying, "No more, oooooooh god," shuddering, "I can't - oh my god!" Julie rolled onto her side, still shaking slightly, leaving Mike kneeling there with a throbbing, rubber-clad hard-on.

After a few seconds, she looked up at him, realizing, "You didn't cum? Oh, that just won't do at all!" Smiling, she rose to her knees and threw the pillows out of the way. "Lay down, big boy," she commanded. Mike willingly indulged her, and she swung her leg over the top of his midsection as he got himself comfortable.

Reaching between her legs, Julie took his stiff member and lowered herself down on top of it, sighing loudly as his body impaled hers. She began to sensually slide herself up and down, using her vaginal muscles to constantly squeeze his cock. When Mike voiced his appreciation, Julie purred and sped up a little.

He loved the way her breasts bounced above him. He instinctually reached up and took hold of them, causing Julie to move even faster. Her purrs turned to moans, then to squeals, then to his name. "Oh Mike - oh Mike - oh Mike," she repeated over and over. When she pressed her palms down on his chest and threw her head back, Mike felt her cumming and reached his own peak along with her.

"Oh baby!" he yelled, "I'm cumming! God yes!" Julie sustained her actions until they both came down from their highs, then she collapsed onto Mike's sweaty torso. They both lay there panting for a few moments before she lifted her head and locked her lips to his.

And so went the rest of the day. Mike and Julie fucked hard, they made slow love, they showered together, they sucked each other, they fingered each other, and by the time 4:00 rolled around, they both climaxed in one hot, grand finale to the afternoon. With her head on his shoulder and her arm draped over his stomach, Julie spoke. "Mike, I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this whole day." She continued, her fingers lazily gliding up and down his side, "You are, by far, the best lover I have ever had, and I know I'll never forget you."