It was a last minute decision to staythe night in central London before returning home to place the star on top ofthe family tree. He only hoped she had received his message that the flight hadbeen delayed. Christmas lights adorned the London roads. Shop windows posedelaborately in their festive best, enticing the customers to purchase fromtheir stores. Luxurious golds, reds and silvers were in abundance as Christmastree and angel lights zigzagged high above the hustle and bustle of late nightshoppers. The distant lights of Piccadilly meant The Ritz was close by.
The small Audi TT pulled into theforecourt where a valet was waiting for him. Nothing prepared Edward for thesight of The Ritz. Just as it was described on the Internet, the sheer grandeur,opulence and beauty of the legendary hotel was breathtaking. He removed hissuit carrier from the boot of the car, handed his keys to the valet, andentered the foyer.
Tall pine trees stood proudly at theentrance and at various intervals around the foyer, surprisingly simplydecorated with gold and red baubles and twinkling lights. Grand marble pillarshad lavish garlands of poinsettia, ivy and beads of gold snaked from top tobottom. The majesty of the hotel with its glistening ornate chandeliers andstaff that were impeccably dressed, oozed class and style, yet there was afriendly ambiance and a Christmas spirit that made guests feel special thistime of year.
Edward collected the famous Ritz keyfrom the receptionist who beamed a huge smile and a warm welcome as sheregistered him. He noted how professional she was, maintaining a politeconversation whilst tapping at her keyboard. Clearly use to dealing withexceptional clientele, she advised Edward that there were no messages andwished him a pleasant stay.
Her gaze didn't leave his form as hewalked away from the desk. Despite the long flight and relatively late hour,Edward, still showed signs of the youthful features he once had. Although a skiaccident marked his face leaving a curious but cruel scar on his cheekbone, hissmile was the same with prominent dimples and laughter lines. Unbeknown to thebusinessman, women constantly gave him second glances and adored his charming,polite manner.
Edward left the pretty clerk to returnto her duties and made his way to a Superior King room on the Westminster sideof the hotel. The valet opened the door and Edward offered him a note before hewas left to unpack his suit carrier. High ceilings and large windows with viewsalong Piccadilly and Arlington Street made the room feel bigger than itactually was. The antique furnishings and restored period details gave it anelegant ambiance, a wonderful sense of intimacy, perfect for what Edwardwanted.
The bed had already been turned downand the central heating kept the room at a cosy temperature. Edward removed histie and kicked off his shoes as he walked to the opulent, marble bathroom,removing his clothes whilst scanning the modern technology amid the lavishinterior. A white bathrobe hung in wait as he placed his wash bag on the sinkcounter. The shower turned on, he moved to the mirror and ran his hands overhis tired, suntanned face. He grinned at himself, ruffled his hair and tookrefuge under the hot spray. As his hands caressed his body, Edward's mindwandered to thoughts of her.
Melanie looked at her watch as shedrove from the suburbs to central London. Whilst rain pelted down on the softtop of her VW Beetle, the 45 year old brunette cursed at the possibility ofbeing late. The phone call was brief, she had little time to plan sitters andget ready but she didn't want to miss the chance of spending time alone withhim. Wearing a simple black cocktail dress she got on sale from John Lewis, herhair was clipped up high with delicate tendrils falling, shaping her oval face.She wore black, sheer nylon hold ups on her smooth legs with plain court shoes,complimenting the simplicity of her outfit.
Traffic was congested at Kensington andMelanie's black car came to a standstill. She took the opportunity to glance inthe rear view mirror, hazel eyes and red painted lips stared back at her astraditional Christmas tunes played on the radio. Do I look tired she askedherself, should I have put on more makeup she quizzed, knowing how he preferredher complexion clear from foundation. Melanie's face was flushed withexcitement and her eyes sparkled as her thoughts strayed back to the last timeshe saw him. Despite being alone in her car, she could feel her embarrassmentas she remembered the last intimate moment they shared. Had it really beenthree months ago since they kissed, since she felt him inside her, shepondered. "Jingle Bells" suddenly came on the radio, waking her from herthoughts. "Agh!" the young woman squealed, as she quickly turned off the radioand switched over to Chris Rea on CD.
The traffic started to move once moreand Melanie pulled away accelerating at a faster speed than she should have.The rain had stopped; she was less than fifteen minutes away from The Ritz,fifteen minutes away from seeing him. Eventually she followed a line of trafficto the NCP car park hoping that spaces were available and not taken up bytheatre visitors or late night shoppers. She left the car park and made her wayto The Ritz entrance, a bright red shawl enveloping her shoulders and a smallblack, beaded purse held tight in her hand. Her stomach was in knots withexcitement as she asked the concierge directions to The Rivoli Bar.
Edward's shower blew away the cobwebsfrom his flight. Business Class meant he was able to sleep but his growingdesire to be with Melanie aroused him. He was already running half and hourlate, no time to have a wank he thought, as he finished grooming in thebathroom. Melanie was the last woman he had sex with, three months of lonelymasturbation and he wanted his lover before he returned home.
He dressed in a charcoal suit, blackshirt and charcoal tie, complying with the formal dress code of the Rivoli Bar.As he entered the bar he noticed that its décor was a dramatic and beautifulcontrast to The Ritz house style. Art deco in design the satinwood, gold leafand lalique glass created an intimate environment. Tall, high back chairshugged the camphor wood of the bar and sitting there he saw his lover.
She didn't see him stride to her; shewas talking to the barman who was clearly enjoying the company of the brunette.Edward heard her familiar chuckles and saw the way she spoke with her hands.Now only inches away, Melanie's Chanel 5 drew his final steps to her. She saton the stool, her legs crossed and when Edward leaned forward brushing her earwith his lips, she flinched for a brief moment before recognising his scent.
Melanie turned as Edward whisperedsoftly, "Hello you," admiring the beauty in front of him. As always she lookedsexy but not slutty. Showing more cleavage than usual and he noticed that herdress had risen about four inches above her knees and nearly no back so shecouldn't wear a bra with it. Melanie was voluptuous and radiant; he wanted herthere and then.
The temptress smiled at Edward and tookhold of his suit collar, gently pulling him to her so she could whisper, "Hellohandsome, stop staring at me as if you want to eat me." She subtly nibbled hisearlobe and continued wickedly, "By the way I'm not wearing panties."
Edward's startled facial expressionmade her chuckle as she kissed his cheek and patted the stool next to her. Herlover was speechless; he could feel his erection begin to grow and quickly sat,hoping his arousal wouldn't be visible to guests around him. Edward fought forsome composure and ordered them both Bloody Marys. For a moment there was acomfortable silence with Melanie's hand resting on Edward's thigh. "Did youmiss me?" she teased, knowing from the contact that they had whilst he was awaythat he had.
"Do you want to stay here, Mel?" healmost pleaded, taking his chance that they could now go back to his room so hecould ravish her. Her eyes caught the desire in his and she nodded, "Let's stayfor a while," wanting to cherish her time alone with him just being a couple ina London bar, creating memories.
Sitting next to Melanie, knowing shewas panty-less was more than he could bear but they remained in the bar,laughing and flirting with just an intimate touch every now and again, be ithis hand on her bare back, his hand resting on her knee or Melanie brushing herleg against him. Melanie made the decision to leave when she realised that shewas taking a huge risk sitting down without panties on. So having consumed afair share of vodka cocktails they left the bar and headed to Edward's room.
He led the way remembering to place the'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door as he closed it behind them. "Ed?" Melaniequizzed, looking around the room. "This is incredible." Her hand skimmed overthe jacquard and damask silks of the pink curtains with their elegant drapesand swags. Melanie looked at the illuminations of London whilst Edward placedthe bedside light on. He gasped as she turned to face him. The light throughthe window had caught a glimmer in Melanie's eyes, a look of want and desiresent radar to Edward's own lustful mind. "You deserve the best," he declared,his voice husky with sincerity.
Edward approached his lover and pulledher close, her breasts pressed firm against his chest. He placed his armsaround Melanie looking down at her before his hands slid down her bare back andon to her shapely behind. She squeezed him, her arms locked around his neck ashe whispered, "I want you."
They kissed lightly before Melanie'stongue invaded Edward's mouth inviting his to join her, the kiss deepening andtheir passion growing. He could feel Melanie grind her body into his. Hegripped her arse tight with both hands knowing that she would be feeling thebulge in his trousers. Edward pulled away, his hard-on clearly visible asMelanie stood in front of him her lips now a natural rose, her cheeks flushed."I did that?" she smiled flirtatiously, knowing perfectly well that unless hetook his pants off to lessen the pressure, there could be a very prematureejaculation. "I'll have to take care of it," she continued, her hand reachingout to touch the hardness through his silk designer trousers.
"Fuck Mel, don't tease me any more."With a scoop he lifted her, desperate to touch her skin. He placed her on thebed, his hands ferociously moving her dress up revealing just nylon clad legsand her bare pussy. She had already kicked off her shoes, not liking the imageof fucking in heels.
"I'm not feeling very attractive likethis Ed," Melanie whispered, wriggling as she tried to take her dress off andfully aware of Edward's gaze. He stood at the side of the bed, removed hisclothes, wanting to reunite their naked flesh. His eyes didn't leave her body,she might have been in her forties but she looked perfect to him. He certainlydidn't notice her stretch marks or her small, round tummy, the result of havingthe twins. "You are lovely, Mel," was all he could bring himself to say,desperate to penetrate her.
Now naked he returned to Melanie andslowly removed her nylons, rolling them very sensuously over her thighs anddown her calves dropping them to the floor. She placed her hands over her tummyso she wasn't so exposed to him. "Don't, I've see you before, be still." Withthat he placed Melanie's hands above her head daring her to move them again.She lay there smiling at him wanting him to ravish her, wanting to reach outand grab his throbbing cock. Her black dress had risen to her boobs and thebrunette pleaded with Edward to take it off. His lover was almost laughing atthe sight she must have looked, not exactly the seductress, she thought toherself.
Having tugged at Melanie's dressthrowing it on the floor, Edward parted her legs staring at the object of hisdesire, remembering how good she tasted. Melanie knew that unless he drank hershe would gush over the covers. "Ed, the duvet," she chuckled.
"Jesus Mel, you're killing me here. Iwant you, I'm going to burst and you're concerned about the sodding duvet! I'vepaid hundreds for this room, fuck the duvet!"
He adored her concern and knew shewouldn't relax until something was done, so he motioned Melanie to raise hershapely hips and with one yank the duvet was gone. The young woman bouncedharder than she would have liked, her 36D breasts sort of wobbled on landing,causing Melanie to quickly compose her posture.
"Better?" he teased. "Much," Melaniereplied, poking her tongue out at him, relieved that she wouldn't leave stainson the fine silk bed cover.
"Jeeze," he grinned, faking his annoyancebefore planting a gentle bite on her inner thigh. Now between her knees histongue travelled to her waiting pussy. Melanie giggled at his gesture, herhands reaching for his head as her legs spread wide on their own accord. Edwardcould feel the heat emanating from her as he took a dive into his lover's hole,pushing his face all over her mound, probing his tongue deep into her. Herelished how she tasted, that slight mustiness that was all woman. His tongueflicked back and forth across her hard clit.
"You taste so damn good," he panted, ashe returned to literally chewing her mound ever so lightly, inhaling her scentas if he wouldn't be returning for a while.
Melanie gasped, realizing she had beenholding her breath and moaned again as Edward drew his tongue in circles aroundthe head of her clit. He sucked it into his mouth, pressing it between histeeth and tongue. "Yes, yes!" Melanie whimpered as he flicked her clit withincreasing tempo. He sucked again and for a timeless moment she was held on thebrink of an orgasm as a glorious pleasure spread over her body.
Melanie cried out thrusting hermidsection up at her lover's face, arching her back and driving herself againstEdward's tongue, writhing uncontrollably on the soft bed. She gasped, twistedand grinded her nether region as her entire lower body was propped up by herkneeling lover's arms and shoulders. Edward drove as deep as he could with histongue, one hand reaching around to caress the quivering clit above his mouth.He knew she was close to an orgasm and all he wanted to do was to make her cum.He felt her wetness increase as Melanie put her hands on the back of his headand started pumping her pussy into his face.
"My God! Fuck! It feels so good.Ed, don't stop!"
He kept moving his face, nose, mouth,tongue, all over her wet pussy until she exploded. She squealed again, over andover, each time her body convulsed. His face was covered with her nectar; hedidn't stop rubbing her cunt until he knew her orgasm was complete.
Edward slid up next to Melanie tocaress her with his warm body. He loved making her cum but it took every ounceof control he had not to touch himself, not to empty his cock. His radiantbeauty turned on her side purring in ecstasy as she pushed her bottom against hishardness, feeling his wet tip against her skin. Edward nuzzled in her neck, asMelanie whispered "Fuck me, take me just like this, I need you in me."
He didn't need to be told a second timeas he manoeuvred to the right angle and pushed his cock deep into her pussyfrom behind, stretching her hole so it fit snugly around him. Once he wasburied inside her, Melanie began to grind back to let Edward feel every inch ofher. Slowly at first, she worked her rear as much as he was working his cock,in unison, a slow perfect rhythm, thrusting passionately, in and out.
Melanie decided to control the pace andslowly eased her pussy away from Edward, carefully pulling his entire cock outleaving only the head inside. She wriggled her softness back so his shaft wasonce again in her depths. Melanie continued the rhythm with Edward almostfighting her to fasten the pace; the slow fucking was killing him. "I can'ttake this much more Mel," he gasped, wanting to desperately release his load inher glorious hole. He grabbed her soft breast squeezing like he wouldn't beholding it again whilst fucking her harder.
For a moment Melanie stopped as shefelt a sharp pain from his passionate grasp but at the same time, her nipplesreacted and her pussy became more receptive to his thrusts as she yelled forEdward to cum with her. Before she knew it Edward had maneuvered her into adoggy position and into a rhythm that suggested he wanted to finish theirfucking. "Shit," groaned Melanie knowing that she was very close to her orgasm.Sweat started to slowly trickle between her boobs which were bouncinguncontrollably as she was being fucked like he had never fucked her before.
His balls slapped against Melanie'sbottom with each cock-thrust, the sound vibrating through the opulent room.Melanie hoped the walls of The Ritz weren't paper thin as he thrust in and outof her at such a torrid pace. Edward reached down with one hand to rub hertender, swollen clit whilst pulling her back tight against his pelvis. He felther muscles grip him; her walls pulsate as he went deeper. They moved inunison, fucking, hearts beating as one, breathless. He pounded her harder andharder and faster, using all of his strength whilst holding her child bearinghips. Melanie screamed in the middle of their intense coupling. She shivered inanticipation of her own release and her pussy tightened up around Edward'sthrobbing cock as she felt his cream spurt in her hole joining her in anotheroverwhelming orgasm.
With Edward's cock still throbbing theyboth collapsed on to the bed and rested side by side as their passion subsided.Melanie could feel his shrunken penis slide out, his warm seed oozed out on tothe crumbled cotton sheets. Edward kissed her shoulders whilst pulling hertight into his form before whispering, "I missed you Mel." Melanie knew hecouldn't see her smile as she retorted, "I missed you too." They didn't mean tobut they both fell asleep.
Melanie woke up in the morning with thecover draped over them both and Edward's arm flung across her as they layfacing each other. Recollecting the events of the night before brought a smileto Melanie's face before she turned and saw the clock on the phone read 7am.Surprised that Edward was still asleep she slid out of bed, hoping not to wakehim. She took advantage of using the bathroom, quickly showered and gotdressed, wishing she had a change of clothing with her. The thought of sneakingout of The Ritz hotel early in the morning in a cocktail dress without herknickers on wasn't something she relished.
The note she left Edward was simple:'Ed, need to get back to the boys, it was a slice of heaven. Mel. x'
Temperatures had dropped overnight andLondon saw its first snowfall. Melanie braved the cold Saturday morning andtreading carefully in the crunchy white powder she collected her car and drovehome to be a wife and mother again. Chris Rea's, 'Driving home for Christmas'filled the beetle and Melanie joined in with the festive song, grinning as sheremembered the look the bellboy gave her in the elevator. "What a brazenhussy," she giggled out loud.
Edward woke to find Melanie's note onthe bed. He showered, changed into casual clothing, fussed with the bed in anattempt to make it look half decent and checked out of The Ritz.
His drive to home was easy despite theweather. From a distance he saw his detached house smothered in snow and asEdward parked in the drive, white clusters dropped from monkey trees and softflurries fell from the sky. The familiar sight of his home made him smile, itfelt good to be back for Christmas, he thought. As soon as his key was in thedoor Edward heard the thunder of eight year old twins rush down the stairs andsaw his adorable wife come to greet him. "Hey you two," he bent down to hug theboys, "I like the snowman," he laughed as they chatted about what gifts he hadgot them.
Momentarily oblivious of their banterEdward directed his wife to the mistletoe. With his hands resting on her jeanclad rear, he pulled her close, kissed her full on the mouth and grinned,"Hello you."
Driving Home for Christmas
by
Saffron
by
Saffron
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