As I stepped into the elevator, I could feel the world melting away.
Work politics. The leaky gutter that needed fixing. My daughter’s detention for using her phone in class. All of it dissolved as the doors slid shut.

This was our time.

And it had been too long—eight weeks since we’d had real time together. But that was the deal. Total immersion. Total surrender to each other—but never intruding on the lives we’d built outside of this.

The elevator chimed on twelve. The doors opened.

I stepped out, thinking about the one time in those eight weeks we had found each other. A coincidence—both of us in the city. Me out with university soccer mates for one of our occasional dinners, her at a conference, presenting, the research world now at her feet. After the night wound down, we found each other in messages. She slipped away from her delegate drinks. We met in an alley and fucked against a wall - skirt up, panties pushed aside, pants around my thighs, hidden from the nightlife by shadows and skip bins.

Our affair lived in those extremes — stolen intensity or complete escape – lust and lace...

I knocked lightly on the door and let myself in.
The suite was warm, slightly steamy. Claire had arrived first. Of course she had. A bath drawn. Champagne waiting on ice beside the bed.

I slipped off my shoes and moved them into the closet, undressing slowly, deliberately. Jacket. Shirt. Trousers. Folded, hung, placed with care. No rush here. No competing noise. No obligations waiting to interrupt. Just this.

By the time I peeled off the last layer, I felt lighter—unburdened.

I stepped into the bathroom.

Claire turned her head, her eyes catching mine immediately. That familiar glint—playful, knowing, entirely at ease. She smirked, theatrical and effortless all at once.

“Hello, lover.”
I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. Heat spread across my back and shoulders, and I let myself sink into it, head tilted back, eyes closed.

I could feel her watching me.

When I opened my eyes again, she was rising from the bath. Water traced slow paths down her body dripping from her nipples and clinging to her manicured pubic hair as she stepped toward me, unhurried, completely self-possessed.
She came close, kissed me deeply—like no time had passed at all.

Claire took the soap and ran it over my body, part massage, part ritual cleansing. The tension built as she washed my shoulders, arms, chest, and belly. Her soapy hand lingered at my navel, my penis slowly starting to thicken and move. Claire slid the soap back onto the shelf and ran her hand down the side of leg and up my inner thigh. She brushed past my cock with the back of her hand before wrapping her fingers around me and gracefully lowering to her knees in front of me.

Her warm mouth engulfed me as the warm shower ran down my back. Claires expert blowjob skill was so unexpected every time given her sweet looks and corporate academia demeanour. She expertly sucked me off until she felt me on the verge of cumming and then she fully engulfed my cock and I had to steady myself on shuddering legs as I came deep into her throat.

The sexy smirk returned and she reached again for the soap to complete the ritual wash.

We dried off and moved into the bedroom, the air cooler now against our skin. Claire lay back, completely at ease, reaching lazily for the fruit on the bedside platter.

I leaned over her, taking my time. Rediscovering. The curve of her, the warmth of her, the ease she carried in her own skin. I kissed her perfect abdomen and tasted her nipples still wet from the shower and bath salts. She let out a small sigh as she placed a grape in her mouth, and I kissed her abdomen again and brushed her short pubic hair with my shorted cropped beard.
I kissed her on her pubic bone and outlined her pussy with my tongue. Another sigh, deep though. Claire placed another grape in her mouth like a Roman queen completely at ease eating fruit as I started to work on her with my mouth.
I had missed the taste. The rhythmic tensing. The sweet sighs guiding my pleasuring…


We had the room until late afternoon, and it wasn’t yet midday…