A midnight feast of more than mere food.
They stole into the kitchen of their hotel after midnight that night looking for a snack to renew their flagging reserves. They had been diligently trying out the springs of their bed since they had first checked in, but, ten hours later, he had suggested they call for room service. The hotel however, didn’t seem to have all-night room services, so they decided to take matters into their own hands.
“Bread, cheese, beer, mmmm,” his lover reported after she had stuck her head into the open stainless steel refrigerator door. She began to reach inside and pull out her choices, giving him an enticing view of her bare behind as it peeked out from underneath his white oxford shirt.
“Do you want apples or strawberries?” She asked, catching him in his perusal. She smiled.
“Whatever you want,” he told her.
She turned back to the inside of the refrigerator.
“Definitely strawberries.”
He turned to look for plates and a tray to carry their snack back up to their room. It was then that he heard a noise that seemed to come from just outside the kitchen door. He stopped moving immediately and put his finger up to his mouth as a warning to his lover. They listened.
It sounded like two people were coming downstairs toward the kitchen door. They were both laughing and talking, one voice feminine and the other masculine. He wondered if they were guests like themselves who had come to the kitchen to fulfill a hunger, or if they were two kitchen workers returning to finish a job they hadn’t done.
Either way, they were getting closer by the second and he, personally, didn’t want to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
He looked at his lover and noticed she was rapidly putting their food back into the refrigerator. She closed the door, switched off the light, and grabbed him by the arm to pull him down with her on the floor behind the counter on the farthest side of the kitchen from the door. Within seconds the door opened and the lights were switched back on. Two people entered the kitchen.
They were a normal looking couple. If he had passed them on the street, he wouldn’t have thought much about them. They looked like everyone’s friend, sibling, child, coworker, neighbor, fellow member of the PTA, whatever. Ordinary and very familiar.
But their behavior was less than ordinary. They seemed giddy with the emotion of being with each other and the possibilities that this could bring. The man smiled down at the woman and lifted her chin to kiss her mouth. He said some hushed words in her ear and they both looked at the door behind them as if to see if they had been followed.
He wondered what they were doing in the kitchen. Since neither of them even glanced at the refrigerator, it didn’t seem that they had the same designs on the kitchen that he and his lover did. They also didn’t seem like they were about to tidy the area or end their long evening at work in the hotel. If anything, they looked like they were guests who were familiar with the kitchen, not because of food or employment, but because they had been in it before and they had liked their last visit.
Their kiss continued with more passion. Completely oblivious to the possibility of being watched, the couple sipped each others lips, chins, and necks as if searching for enlightenment. The woman’s hands were pulling the tail of the man’s shirt from his pants so that they could roam along the bare flesh of his back. Pushing himself away with a slight gasp, the man unbuttoned his collar and pulled the shirt over his head before tossing it in their direction. Then he moved forward to help the woman out of the shirt she was struggling out of with quick movements.
The man balanced the woman’s now bra-clad breasts in each of his hands and shifted them up and down slightly as if he liked their weight. The woman looked at him with deep eyes and reached an index finger up to caress his lips and then pushed it gently into his mouth. Her partner sucked at the finger and then let it go to bury his head in her soft cleavage.
Next to him, his lover placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He tore his eyes away from the couple and looked at her. Seeing his own astonishment and arousal mirrored on her face he smiled and shrugged.
“What do you want to do?” He mouthed soundlessly at her.
She rolled her eyes. “Can we get past them out the door?” She hissed.
He looked around the counter which separated them from the other couple and noticed that they had managed to remove more clothing. They had also moved to a low counter that the woman was sitting on; the man between her bare knees, her hands buried in his hair as he nibbled at her neck and chest. She was making small whimpering noises of approval in her throat.
Again his lover’s insistent hand on his shoulder brought him back. His blood was buzzing loudly in his ears and his mind felt sensuous and slow. His cock, already so enticed by the day and by the promises of the night, was yet again growing with pleasant pulsation. He didn’t want to leave, but he looked, regardless, to see if there was a way out of the kitchen without interrupting the intriguing scene before them. He was happy to see that there wasn’t.
He turned and shook his head at his lover. She frowned before looking for herself just to make sure. He watched her catch sight of the couple whose increasing gasps, giggles, and moans were aurally teasing him. She gazed interestedly at them for a long time before she looked back at him.
“We could watch and wait until they’re done,” he mouthed, in suggestion, to her.
His lover smiled slowly and gave him a cheeky grin. “Okay.”
He turned back to look from his place behind the counter and nearly groaned out loud. The man, whose back was still to them, was standing completely nude in front of the equally bare woman, his buttocks clenching slightly as the woman caressed his cock with short, firm strokes. The man threw back his head and breathed loudly at the ceiling.
Placing his hands underneath each of the woman’s knees, the man lifted them and pulled her toward him with a jerk that made her gasp excitedly. Moaning, she let him enter her and locked her ankles around his buttocks. They slid together silkily, searching for a common rhythm. Once found, their bodies moved separately and together. The woman’s knees moved up and down as the man’s pelvis moved forward and back. His hands clutched the sides of her hips and her hands clutched his back before moving behind her to clutch at the surface of the counter.
They rested occasionally to kiss and murmur or change position. Sliding back on the counter onto one side the woman raised a leg to balance on his chest. The man shifted slightly and began to move himself in and out of her again. The more the woman vocalized her approval, the faster the man moved and the more he vocalized in return. He was pulling her toward him on each stroke, jerking wildly to the side as if his cock were searching for the deepest part of her depths to caress.
He breathed heavily and didn’t seem capable of continuing much longer. She leaned back along the table as if to concentrate on her pleasure and soon began to cry out in high-pitched gasps. The man cried out right along with her before falling forward on top of her, trembling and groaning.
They waited cautiously for a few minutes after the couple left before speaking.
“Who were they?” His lover finally asked aloud, bewildered.
“I don’t know, but I doubt they were married to each other,” he said with a rueful smile.
This statement was met with silence.
“I don’t know. Maybe they were.”
He looked at her. “Yeah, maybe.”
She moved closer and put her hand on his thigh. “Or maybe they weren’t,” she said.
He reached out to slide a hand along her soft, bare thigh.
“Maybe not.”
Climbing onto his lap, she settled herself strategically on his thickened cock. He leaned forward slowly to kiss her and dipped his tongue inside her open mouth to lick and taste her tongue. His arousal had grown to an almost unbearable level, but the ache was sweet. She responded to his kisses and soon he was freed from his boxers and straining wetly towards her sex.
He slid into her with little effort and he groaned low and long as he felt with exquisite detail her slick skin surround every inch of him. Holding her steady, and ignoring the discomforts of the floor, he got up on his knees for better traction. She hummed at him and then leaned backwards along the floor as he surged forward several times with the same end motion he had seen the man use. He liked the feeling. She did too, and he watched her close her eyes and move her mouth into an o every time he did it.
He held each cheek of her butt in his hands as he moved her to meet his pelvis, the contact causing his testicles to bounce. He liked the squeeze of softness against his palms, but his mind was filled with beautiful unbound breasts.
“Open your shirt,” he demanded on a gasp.
“What?” She looked at him with dazed eyes.
“Your shirt. Open,” he prompted.
Hesitating only for a moment, she unbuttoned the shirt to her stomach and pushed it aside to reveal her breasts. They were full, with nipples puckered by sensation, beautiful and unbound just like in his mind’s eye. He leaned forward, never slipping from her, and took one nipple into his mouth. It was small and textured, like a raspberry, and he worked at it with his tongue as if trying to carefully remove the seeds. He gave the second nipple the same thorough treatment before licking and sucking at the area around the nipples.
She was gasping and straining against him and he responded by entering her with more passion. His balls contracted upward and he felt the force he couldn’t keep back much longer. One stroke, two, and his eyes rolled up and back beneath closed lids. His head fell back even as his pelvis surged forward, and he cried out with the contractions that were wrenching out his pleasure. For a long time he couldn’t hear anything other than his own excitement, but he soon felt her clutch lusciously around him with familiar tugs of fulfillment.
