FFF Long

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  The man who could be the new David Letterman has set us a challenge – tell the entire internet what is going on in this photo!  Pop over to Tom’s blog to see what he and other bloggers wrote about.  My take is below.  Here’s the prompt:

Word Count: 500
Bonus Words: +100 if you’re a good tipper.
Required Opening: “What took you so long?”
Forbidden Word: Honeymoon

Extra Credit: Set the story in the most recent place where you stayed overnight in a hotel.
She was starving!  Nothing like a hot romp to spur her appetite!  He was passed out face down on the bed next to her.  She pulled a bloom from the bouquet he’d brought, stroked his shining, damp skin from his neck down to his tailbone.  He didn’t stir.  She smacked him a couple of times, let the thorns make little welts… nothing.  He was definitely asleep.  Just because they had been shagging for four hours… sheesh!  She wanted more! 
She pulled the room service menu off the nightstand, thumbed through the pages.  Mmm…. New England clam chowder.  A  hot-buttered lobster roll.  Cape Cod potato chips.  Chocolate cake.  And the cheesecake.  Wonder what he’d want?  She ordered two of everything, and the filet mignon for them to split.  She got iced tea and ordered him a couple Heineken.  Ha!   Great sex gave her the munchies.  
She placed the order.  They said it would be about 30 minutes.  What the heck was she supposed to do in a hotel room alone for half an hour?  She got up and paced around the suite, stepping gingerly over their luggage and clothing strewn here and there in the rush to be together.  She finally plopped down into the overstuffed chair to gaze out at the lights on the lake.  She closed her eyes and put her feet on the a/c unit, letting the cool air waft over her naked skin.  She squeezed her breast then trailed a finger lower… marveling at how she was still so hot for him.  She tried to decided which of their positions she wanted to repeat… or whether to teach him something new?  Maybe she’d get out the toys.  Hmmm… choices, choices.  He was such an eager student, inexperienced but naturally talented, with deft fingers and a mouth that made her soar!  More oral… that might be the answer.  She wondered how long they’d have to wait after they ate?  Was there a one-hour rule like with swimming? 
She decided she’d better put on something to answer the door, so she slipped back into her black lingerie, stocking, even the fuck-me-pumps on her feet.  She was about to slip her little black dress over her head when there was a knock and the muffled “Room service” through the door.  She looked through the peephole and saw a stunningly handsome young man.  She debated whether to get more dressed or less, the decided not to change a thing, tossed the dress on the desk chair and opened the door. 
She stared into his eyes and knew immediately what she was going to do.  She watched him roll the cart into the room, ogling his tight back side.  He studiously avoided looking at her. 
“Good evening.  Do you want me to set up the table and unwrap everything?” he asked cheerfully in his bed customer service voice. 
“No…leave it,” she replied.  She walked over until she 2was right beside, inhaled the tantalizing smell of the food, then his manly scent.  She took his hand and pressed it to her breast as she backed him up against the wall and had her way with him, taking off his clothes, exploring his body finally settling on her knees to suck him to ecstasy! 
“I was worried when you didn’t answer the door.  What took you so long?”

3 thoughts on “FFF Long

  1. Tom says:

    Oh great, now I’m hungry. And not just for the food. 😉

  2. Yummy as always. I love your style.

  3. JD Stones says:

    Hmmm … yep, now I’m hungry again. 😉

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