Ann: A Love Story Ch. 90

Walking into the hotel, I saw Heather behind the counter helping a guest check in. It was something I'd seen her do many times during my stay, and yet as I paused to look at her, it was like I was seeing her for the first time.

She looked amazing, her long wavy brunette hair pulled back; her sharp white blouse both stylish and sexy, an extra button undone to show a little more cleavage. She wore a blue blazer over the blouse, but even from a distance I knew by the way she moved that she wasn't wearing a bra, having memorized how her breasts swayed the night before. I couldn't see through the wall of the counter, but it wasn't hard to imagine her sexy legs in short skirt.

Heather was a professional at what she did, yet her charm and wit made her more approachable, the southern hospitality coming out with every breath she took. As I watched her helping the guest, I smiled. She made a seemingly ordinary, mundane job seem so important. That thought had barely left my brain when I mentally smacked myself on the back of the head.

"Her job IS important," I sighed. "She's made you feel like you were most important person in this hotel for almost two months, Neil."

I chastised myself, because as I heard her faint voice from across the room, I could tell she was making the woman at the counter feel the same way. She made everyone feel welcomed, like she was inviting them into her own home. She just wasn't wearing the sexy nightie at work.

As I moved across the ornate floor of the lobby, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She caught me out of the corner of her eye, a quick glance followed by a bashful, knowing smile. Yet she never stopped doing her job, giving her guest her full attention. Well, almost, anyway. The little wave of her fingers as her hand rested on the countertop confirmed that she'd seen me. Walking down the hall toward the elevator, I stopped at the door that led to where she was. Seeing the sign marked 'employees only', I thought of Ann; a bolt of inspiration hitting me.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When she'd called me at work in the middle of the day, Ann had already talked to Heather. She knew everything that had happened the night before, from how I looked when I arrived, to how Heather looked when I left, and everything in between. And I guessed that from the start.

I was eating lunch at my desk when the phone rang and I knew instantly who it was. She called me a lot in the middle of the day, because she loved me, and because she would be fighting off the boredom of living with her parents in that little town we both called home at one time.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas," I mumbled, finishing my bite of the sandwich I was working on.

"Hi baby. Got your mouth full again, I see," she said sexily.

"You know better than that," I replied confidently, looking around the office to make sure I was still alone.

"What do you mean?"

"I know by now you've already talked to Heather, which means you know I didn't do that last night."

Ann giggled, "Do...what?"

"I didn't eat her pussy, Anna."

"Oooo...calling me Anna. Do you think I'm being naughty right now?"

"I think you're naughty all the time. I don't know why I even bother calling you Ann anymore."

She laughed hysterically, making me smile. While I missed her beyond words, I loved the playful banter we shared on the phone. It was an aphrodisiac all on its own; high octane flirting, each of us trying to turn the other one on.

"There are times I'm just Ann. But Anna's always there, looking over my shoulder in case she needs to jump in."

"Sounds like she already has."

"Maybe," she said with a lilt in her voice. "So tell me, baby. Why didn't you eat her last night?"

"Because...that's all I'd ever done with her before last night. If I was only going to get one chance to fuck her, I wasn't going to waste my time doing something we've already done."

"Hmm...that actually makes sense."

"You sound surprised."

"A little. I guess I never factored in that there wouldn't be foreplay."

"Uh...we had two months of foreplay, Ann. You saw to that."

"Aw...now I'm back to being Ann? I really like being Anna right now."

"I'm sure you do. Anything else you'd like to know, Anna?"

"I think I got most of the details from Heather. But I do have a couple of questions. Did you ever think of really fucking her in the ass?"

"Not really. I just wanted to see her reaction."

"She was going to let you, you know. She spent the whole day getting herself ready. She didn't say it, but I could tell in her voice that she was a little disappointed that you didn't follow through."

"She said she didn't want to. I didn't..." my voice trailing off in despair.

"You just didn't read between the lines very well, baby. She was playing coy. I think she wanted you to just take her in the heat of the moment. It was part of her little fantasy."

"Wow. Great...I feel so bad now."

"Don't Neil. She loved everything you did. Hell, you fucked her four times. I hope to God you're able to do that the next time we're together."

"HA. On our wedding night? I may never stop fucking you."

"Promises, promises," she kidded.

"I promise I'll fuck your ass," I shot back.

"Mmm...that actually sounds really nice right now. Would you like to fuck me in the ass while I'm still in my wedding dress?"

"Okay...now you're just trying to get me hard."

"Is it working?"

"That happened the moment I heard your voice, Anna."

"Good. I like it when you're hard for me and you can't do anything about it."

"You're such a tease."

"Uh huh, and you're my man. My job is to keep you horny and happy."

"Well you're doing a good job."

"Thanks," she giggled. "So tell me about Jennie. You wanted her to join you?"

"No. I just needed her to go away so I could finish with Heather and she was standing there with the door open. It seemed like the quickest way to get her to leave."

"How did you know she wouldn't say yes?"

"The same way I know you're fingering your pussy right now."

First she moaned and then I heard the distinct squishing sounds of her playing with herself. She'd put the mouthpiece of the phone near her pussy for a moment so I could listen. "You know me so well, Neil," she cooed.

"I know women," I replied in a moment of conceited hyperbole.

"Most of the time you do."

"Most of the time?"

"You had your cock pressed against Heather's ass and she was telling you yes with her body. You missed that one."

"Wow...now I feel worse," I laughed, although I really didn't find it funny. I actually did feel worse.

"Maybe you should make it up to her," she suggested.

"Oh...okay. I'll just go back in time and do that part again."

"We're having fun right now baby. There's no need to get sarcastic. I'm just asking if you would you like another shot?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I wanted to give her a gift for all the things she's done for us...I wanted to give her a night to remember. Now I'm thinking it needs to be two nights."

"Are you serious, Ann?"

"Anna. And Anna is always serious when it comes to sex."

"I...I'm not going back to her apartment tonight."

"I don't want you to. That won't give her what she wants. She told me she was hoping to be taken, and you were so close to doing it. If she knows you're coming over, she'll know why. Look, you don't have to do this. Maybe it is too much. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be all along. I'm just saying that if you want to, I'm okay with you fucking her one more time, on one condition."

"And just what would that be?"

"You can only fuck her ass. I don't care if you eat her to loosen her up...you know, to get her to relax. But the next time you fuck a pussy, it's going to be mine and we're going to be married. Understand?"

"Yeah. That's fine. I'm just not sure I'm up to it. And I don't have a clue how I'd take her. She would have to know that it's okay with you, because she knows I would never do anything behind your back."

"Leave that to me," she laughed.

"Like the clothes I'm wearing right now?"

"Well it wasn't like that was that hard, Neil. Heather was already staying the night in your room. Telling her to grab some clothes for you to wear the next day was probably the easiest thing I've ever had her do. So, do you want to do this?"

"I'll think about it. I've just got so many things to do over the next couple of days and I don't know when I'm going to get the time to do them all as it is. I have to get all the utilities put into our name for the house before I leave; I have to get the keys from Greg. I also have to --"

"I know. You're going to be busy."

"Damn straight. I was just about to say that I'm going to swing by the house tonight after I get the keys. I want to jack off so I can be the first one to cum there," I joked.

"You better NOT! We're doing that together!"

"I'm kidding. Besides, you're cumming first because that's the way it's supposed to be. That way, we'll make sure we're even."

"God I love you, Neil."

"I love you too."

"I can't believe I used to have to worry about that. I'm the luckiest woman in the world. You've given me so many orgasms you'll never catch me."

"I guess not, since you're already working on another one right now."

"Yeah, but I'm going to let you have one if you want tonight. Tell you what, I'll set it up so that if you want to, go ahead and do it. If she's in the heat of the moment and she does it, she'll regret it as soon as you're done. If she doesn't want to do it because of me, I'll give her the go ahead. In either case, there will be a note from me in your inbox at the hotel, but she won't know it's there."

"And just how are you going to do that?"

"I'm not telling. You're just going to have to trust me," she giggled.

"You know I do."

"And I trust you too. So, want to help me cum?"

"How does a man say no to that?" I laughed.

"You can't. So, tell me about Jennie."

"What?"

"I want you to tell me about Jennie. Is she as gorgeous as Heather said she is?"

"Well, she's a redhead."

"And yet you found her really hot, didn't you?"

"How did you know?" I answered bashfully.

"From the way Heather described how you reacted when you saw her last night, and again this morning. Are you finally over your fear of redheads, baby?"

"Fear? I was never afraid. I just didn't find them attractive."

"And now?"

"I have to admit...I've been wrong all along."

"Good. I never did understand why you felt that way to begin with. I think redheads are sexy. Did you know that's why I chose to wear a red wig for Barbara?"

"You did?"

"Uh huh. I was trying to open your eyes a little. If I could have found a way to get rid of my tan for the night, I would have, just to help prove my point."

"Says the woman that lives to sunbathe."

"First of all, my skin tone is already on the olive side," she answered, being slightly defensive. "And, my tan goes better with my eyes and my hair color. And...you know lying out in the sun makes me horny. But if I would have born been like Jennie, I'd embrace it. Like I said, I think redheads can be incredibly sexy."

"Well, you proved your point pretty well that night. I'm not sure that's what changed my mind, but it certainly helped."

"Seeing her take her robe off was what changed your mind. So talk to me about her."

"What else do you want to know?"

"I want to know what would have happened. Pretend I'm Jennie, baby...what would you have done to me last night if I would have stayed?"

~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann's orgasm was still ringing in my ears hours later when I stood frozen in the first floor hallway of the hotel. "What the fuck...why not?" I said under my breath.

Taking a chance, I turned the knob to the employee door, walking into the little lounge area. I sat on a loveseat, not really sure what I was doing there, but feeling good that I was. A minute or so later, Heather came around the corner.

"Oh my God! Neil! What are you doing back here?" she gasped, startled to see me there.

Looking at her legs, I'd been right about the miniskirt. And I was thrilled she had on the same heels she'd been wearing when she stood naked in the hallway of her apartment. Leering at her body, a crooked smile appeared.

"Hi Heather."

"Neil...you scared the shit out of me. I thought you Aaron. What are you doing?"

Aaron was one of her co-workers, although he didn't usually work on Tuesdays. But I could see her point. We both had blond hair and as I looked, I realized that the color of my shirt could easily be mistaken for one of the ones the hotel employees wore.

"Thinking about how you looked the last time I saw you," I replied.

Placing her hands on her hips as she stood with her feet slightly spread, her posture told me she didn't believe me. So did her words when she asked, "Are you sure you aren't thinking about Jennie?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm thinking about you."

"I don't know. You seemed to be pretty infatuated with her."

"Well, I was certainly captured by her beauty. And yes, I invited her to stay, only because I didn't want her to stay. She's married, Heather, and that matters to me. I'm pretty sure by now her husband is doing things to her just like I was doing to you last night. And that's the thing. Last night was about you...about us. So when I say I was thinking about how I left you this morning, know that I would never lie about that."

Her demeanor softened. In fact, she was only acting like she was being defensive, if that's what you'd call it. "Aw Neil, I know you'd never lie; that's one of the things I find so endearing about you."

"So, if you know I'm not lying, you'll know that I've been thinking about how I left you...naked and horny."

"Well, I'm always horny anymore. I've kind of become conditioned over the last couple of months."

"Are you horny now?" I winked.

"Actually, I'm sore right now. I could barely walk after I got up from my nap this afternoon."

"Now who's exaggerating?"

"Oh, I'm not exaggerating. It took me a while to get my legs underneath me to come to work. They're still a little weak. It's going to be a long night.

"More than any other night?"

"Not as far as time goes, but I'm working by myself tonight. I've only been here a couple of hours and I've been on my feet the entire time."

I got up and walked over to her, a confidence in my stride. She had moved, leaning against the wall near the doorway as we'd been talking and she sucked in her breath as I leaned in close to her.

"So you're alone, eh?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, biting her lip nervously.

"Are you still feeling naughty?"

"You mean slutty?"

"Let's start with naughty. We'll see if you work your way up to slutty."

"And what do you think Ann would say?"

Running my fingers along the front her blouse, I toyed with the top button that was fastened. "Do you trust me?"

"Oh God, Ann already knows you're here, doesn't she?" she whispered.

I smiled in response, not wanting to say that she was right. Instead, I just repeated my question. "Do you trust me?"

"Does this answer your question?" as she raised her arms above her head, arching her back slightly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Heather moaned, her chest rising rapidly as I toyed with her body.

"How are you feeling now?" I whispered.

"Still naughty, but you're pushing me toward the edge of being a slut again. Hold up, someone's coming in."

A low, evil laugh escaped and I had to catch myself from being too loud as I continued my slow teasing. "I don't think so."

"Oh...fuck! Why did I let you talk me into this?" she murmured.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'm not sure I talked Heather into anything. I may have suggested some things, but she was on board from the moment I asked if she trusted me. She knew that my question was a veiled way of telling her that Ann approved of what I wanted to do with her. For all she knew, Ann had planned it, and just the idea that she may have been involved in some way would have been enough for her to willingly sign up.

Once she raised her arms, I held her crossed hands above her head, pressing her wrists against the wall with my left hand while I slowly unbuttoned her blouse with the right. Moving the blazer and blouse to the outsides of her breasts, I stared at her nipples, watching them start to rise, getting fuller and thicker before my eyes.

Lifting each breast, I grinned as I played with her body. "Going without a bra today...you are feeling naughty, aren't you?"

She didn't answer other than to nod. I rubbed her nipples lightly with just my palm, trying to barely touch them as I stared deeply into her eyes. A ripple of pleasure ran through her body and she arched her back further, trying to force her left breast into my hand as I held her arms captive above.

Looking at her tits, framed by her open blouse and the blazer, I had several ideas come to mind. But overshadowing that was a concern for her and her job.

"You know, we don't have to do this. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"I know that. But I already told you...I trust you."

"Uh...I don't think you understand, Heather."

"Oh, I think I do. I also know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, including my job."

"Are you sure? I'm thinking there's definitely going to be some risk involved."

"It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't risky, Neil."

"Ha, that's true. But I'm still a little worried. I know you said you're working alone tonight, but what if your boss shows up?"

"Theresa's at a hotel manager conference in South Carolina this week," she said as she walked over to the employee door, locking it. Walking back toward me, she grinned. "And I already told you Janet called in sick. Well, I didn't tell you that, but I am alone."

"What about the rest of the staff?"

"What staff? There's one girl in housekeeping on duty and there's Mitch in building maintenance. But they work downstairs...unless I call them. Other than that, everyone else works in the kitchen, the restaurant or the bar. I'm the only one in here, and Tuesday is our slowest night. Frankly, I could use the company."

"I don't plan on doing a lot of talking," I laughed.

"Now I'm really excited. What do you want me to do first?" she said, starting to take off her blazer.

Putting my hands on her shoulders, I stopped her. "I don't think you should take the jacket off, Heather."

"Why not? How else can I take my blouse off?"

"If you take it off, you won't be in your uniform."

"But I thought --"

Grabbing the ends of her blouse, I brought them up underneath her tits. Pulling them together tightly, I tied a neat little bow between her breasts, using the fabric to push the big mounds closer, lifting them up in the process. In effect, I'd created sort of a half bra, making her already impressive cleavage thrust more into view.

"There, that's better. And you're still within the dress code regulations," I smirked.

"Am I allowed to button up?" she said with a grin as she reached for the middle of the three buttons on the blazer.

"Yes. I want to have some fun, not get you in trouble."

"It would be more fun if I didn't have to, but I understand," she confided, her neck turning a pinkish red, flushed with excitement. She fastened the blazer in the middle, leaving the bottom button undone for comfort and the top one undone for more exposure.

"Very nice," I nodded, my eyes drawn to the incredible view she was sporting.

"They are," she said immodestly as she jutted out her chest. "I'm feeling even naughtier now."

"Good. That means it's time to take your thong off."

Heather spread her legs a little; upper back firmly pressed to the wall. Her eyes narrowed; a devilish smile appearing as she reached for the front of her skirt with her right hand. Her left hand went to the back of her head as she slowly moved her hips toward me.