Sabrin Berry, an actor who had once played a friendly cyborg named Sirus in a very popular science fiction television series, entered his hotel room and was surprised to find he was not alone. He was in Denver as a guest for a convention, and had just finished a stint of autograph signing. As soon as he closed the door, he saw an amazing looking woman coming towards him.

“How did you get in here?” the gray haired actor asked, tossing his room key on a nearby table.

“That’s not important,” she responded. She was a medium brunette with hair that waved just past her shoulders. Her eyes of green instantly locked with his and Sabrin found he could not tear them away. She was wearing a red silk blouse with the top two buttons left seductively open. She looked incredibly sexy as she moved towards him, her hips gently swaying, in her black leather mini, black stockings and black spike heeled shoes.

~ God she walks sexy too, ~ he thought. She now stood directly in front of him.

“The important question is what am I going to do to you,” she purred. With that she grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. Before he could even think to offer up resistance, she had covered his mouth with her sensuous lips. Almost despite himself, Sabrin found himself opening his mouth, and allowing her access to explore. She did, hungrily.

Leaving his mouth, to his momentary disappointment, she began to trace hot kisses down the left side of his face. She slowly pulled his shirt from his pants and undid all the buttons, kissing that which had now been revealed.

Once his shirt was open, she began caressing his torso with an upward sweeping motion until reaching his shoulders. After gently removing his shirt, she began teasing his nipples with circular licks and gentle bites until he gasped out loud.

Slowly running her hands down his torso to the top of his jeans, dancing her fingers through the hairs that begin his "happy trail", she quickly undid the button and then slowly unzipped his fly. She slid a hand down at the same time to touch that which had been covered before. A moan of anticipation escaped his perfect lips.

With her arms now around his waist, she slid her hands lower to his firm butt, pushing down on his jeans as she did so. She lowered her body, pressing it seductively against him as she did, until she was level with his engorged member. Not able to resist, she gave his penis a teasing lick across the indentation of the head, once the jeans were out of the way and forgotten on the floor. Looking down at his throbbing erection, Sabrin knew there was no way he could bring this to a halt (not that he wanted to) when she now had the evidence of his compliance in her mouth.

Releasing him, she pushed him backwards so Sabrin sprawled on the bed. Taking a step back she unbuttoned one more button on her blouse, drawing his eyes to her breasts again. As though hypnotized, he sat back up and with a decisive motion, he ripped her blouse clean away, exposing the red lace bra that barely kept her breasts constrained. He was too far gone to deny his lust, so he reached over with glee and unhooked the clasp between her breasts, delighting that she was so well endowed that the bra still clung to her, and just pulled them further apart in a appetizing way.

Sabrin pulled her closer so he could press his face against her cleavage and, after several kisses there, he nudged the bra away so he could claim her breast with his mouth, sucking like a man possessed. She pushed him back again and, while standing before him, unzipped her leather mini and let it fall to the floor. He locked eyes with hers once again, as he ran his fingers up both of her outer thighs until he found the sides of her thong. In a motion that betrayed prior experience, he ripped it from her body while a smile that hinted at promise curved his sensuous mouth. He pulled her towards him, sweeping her onto the bed beside him so she lay there waiting for him. She did not have to wait long for him to give his undivided attention to her left breast and press the evidence of his arousal against her while his face was buried in her ample bosom.

He gently caressed the inside of her thigh causing her to spread her legs ever so slightly so he could gain access to another delight her body had to offer him. Sabrin left no doubt he was ready to do just that, but he seemed to be intent on teasing her just a bit longer.

He pulled back and, with her eyes closed, all she could feel was his hot breath moving down her body and his strong fingers stroking her love nest. She threw back her head and moaned with abandon as he continued his delicious torture until she could stand it no more. She pushed him on to his back and positioned herself to straddle his waist while he looked at her with that mischievous smile that only heightened her arousal. She decided to do some torturing of her own, so lowering herself on to his impressive erection, she proceeded to bring him to the very edge only to stop and then stare down at him with an impish grin. She lowered her upper body so her breasts were directly in his face and then she moved in a way that caused her left nipple to just graze the lips of the man beneath her. He was so overcome with desire he could barely open his eyes or gather enough breath to speak. Somehow after tickling her nipple with his tongue for only a second he moaned one word...

"More."

She smirked at him as she slowly began to raise and lower herself rhythmically on his throbbing "rod of delight". Soon, he cried out in utter release. Grabbing her shoulders to pull her close, he whispered in her ear, "What other surprises do you have for me?”

She got up from the bed and walked seductively to a bag of toys she had brought with her. Glancing over at him and then slowly swinging a pair of specially made handcuffs on one finger, she tossed them carefully at her lover who plucked them easily out of the air. A second later he lunged for her so fast she let out a startled yelp, but that was just the first of his surprises.

"This gives me an idea,” he whispered in her ear and then gently sucked her lobe. He maneuvered her over to a decorative wall unit that had irregular cutouts, which allowed him to slip the cuffs through. He cuffed her arms just above her head, "I hope you can remain standing. I don’t want to hurt your wrists."

Having said that he lowered himself to his knees and placed her left foot on his thigh. He slowly started running his hands up her leg until he reached the top of her stocking.  He swept his fingers around the edge of the elastic that held the stockings in place. He then removed her shoe and slowly pushed the stocking down her leg. He removed it and put her shoe back on. He then repeated his action, focusing on her right leg. He then turned his attention back to her thighs.

Paying close attention to her moans of anticipation, Sabrin took note of where his touch would cause her to get goose flesh on her firm and silky flesh. As he concentrated his tongue on the tiny nub between her legs that grew hard the more attention he gave it, her moans became loader and more intense. Her body began to thrash against the wall unit from the pleasure created by his incredible tongue.

~ Now I know why he said he hoped I could remain standing, ~ she thought to herself as her legs turned to jelly. Her body started to quake as her orgasm took her. Sabrin stopped, looking up at her with a devilish grin on his face. He raised himself up and penetrated her with his swollen member and began slow, deep thrusts. He also claimed her mouth and kissed her with enthusiasm. This helped her to remain on her feet even though she did not think she could feel anything below the area of her body he had just penetrated. He moved his kisses from her mouth to her neck while his hand gently but firmly squeezed a breast, his fingers playing with her rock hard nipple.

Her intense moans seemed to spur him on further and further, which was just what she needed. His next thrust caused her to feel as though her center had caught fire and the rest of her was quickly consumed in the blaze. Moments later she was still crying out his name. She could feel his body quaking against her as he exploded inside her a moment later. She could tell from the expression on his face and his moans that his orgasm was greater than any he had experienced before. Dizzy with satisfaction, ebbing desire and just pure exhaustion, her knees gave way. Sabrin was still within and against her, so she did not strain her arms, but as he gave a deep blissful sigh, he slowly pulled away and just let his eyes take in the sight of her restrained body, glistening with perspiration. He smiled at her and leaned over to once again kiss her passionately on the lips.

"I'll get the key. I want to see what else you have in that bag of toys," he said eagerly. But before he turned, he ran his fingertips over her glistening torso and could not resist making his way down to her pubic hair and then, with an evil grin, inserted two fingers inside her. He massaged her clit with his thumb as he pushed fingers in and out several times as she strained against her bonds.

Sabrin retrieved the bag of toys and dug around for the key, which he then used to remove the restraints from her wrists. Returning to the bag, he dug through it pulling out a bottle of heating massage oil. He handed it to her with a grin. Lying back down on the bed, with his hands folded behind his head, he waited. Still walking on legs of jelly, she felt her energy return at the thought of rubbing the oil over every inch of his breathtaking body.

She climbed on to the bed and straddled him at his waist. Opening the bottle to pour a small amount of the oil on his chest, she began to massage him with enthusiasm, which she could see had an immediate relaxing effect on him.

While two orgasms seemed to have drained him, when her massage moved down to his nether region his eyes remained closed, but his erection returned. He opened his eyes suddenly as if he was startled when she wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. He let out a gasp and closed his eyes again.

"You have an amazing mouth," he sighed. She decided to answer by taking him deeply and then as she pulled back, she allowed her teeth to lightly rake against the sensitive skin of his erection.

"Ah!" he cried, but not from pain. She once again reached the head of his penis and lightly ran her tongue along the underside while pumping at the shaft with her hand. He again moaned with pleasure.

"I don't know who let you into my room, young woman, but...ah...I'm going to buy them a car when I doooooahhhhh!" He moaned and gasped at the tender torture of her tongue. She looked up for a moment and smiled in a way that made him even harder. She lightly kissed the head of his penis before engulfing it in her mouth once again.

"You make me come again and I’m going to become dehydrated," he said, breathlessly.

”Are you saying you want me to stop?" she asked, doing just that.

“NO!" he cried out finding the strength to lift his head, adding to his plea. "I'll drink a gallon of water - later," he said and then once again lost the ability to utter anything intelligible. She had turned her attention back to his rod of desire, taking it into her mouth once again.

She could tell from his moans that he was close to erupting so she carefully squeezed on his balls to bring him back a little, she was not finished enjoying her work. His breath caught for only a second as she now caressed his balls and again went down on him.

He was again close when she stopped her oral fixation on him and whispered. "Tell me you want this."

"I want this," he answered quickly, although breathlessly. She rewarded him with two more brushes of her mouth and then stopped once more.

"Tell me you burn for this," she said, breathing hot breath over his aching erection. He had difficulty speaking but managed to respond.

"I'm burning for it.” Once again she teased him by gently wrapping her mouth around his manhood for two quick strokes and stopped once again.

“Tell me how much you want me." She pumped his shaft with her hand while waiting for his response but he was having even more difficulty speaking than before.

"This much," he said and was on and in her so fast she had to stifle a cry of shock. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head as he entered her. She had been getting so turned on by what she had been doing to him, that she had been tempted to finger herself as she teased and pleasured him, so their joining was made all the more sweet by her need.

His thrusts were long and slow at first but soon the pace quickened as he penetrated her deeper and deeper. She had brought him so close to the brink but he wanted to make sure she climaxed before he ejaculated so she would have as much pleasure as he did. Her soft and then louder cries of climax pushed him over the wonderful edge. They fell together into the abyss of pleasure and release.

Sabrin’s whole body felt alive and encompassed in the hot afterglow as he pulled her with him when he rolled to his side. "Let's sleep for a while. I hope you don't have to be anywhere soon," he told her.

"I made sure to keep my calendar clear for some time," she said with a smile. He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose before finally pressing his lips against her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and they quickly fell asleep from the sheer exhaustion brought on from the afternoon's activities.

When she awakened, it was dark in the room. Sabrin had left a light on in the bathroom, so she could see in the shadowed room. But where he was, she knew without looking. His erection was prodding her in the ass and she had to center herself a bit as it came back to her where she was and who the erection belonged to.

She turned her head slightly to see if he was still asleep. He was. She wondered what it was that he was dreaming about. Should she wake him or let him sleep longer? She had to wake him. That erection was too good to waste.

She turned herself around, her bare ass just bumping the headboard, as she carefully straddled his head and began to play with his still erect penis. He awoke with a start, but seeing what was before him he could not resist. He reached up to slide his hands over the smooth skin of her thighs and she sighed at his touch. He caressed and then kneaded her bottom and a lovely bottom it was. But touching was not as good as tasting. With a wide grin on his face, he pulled her by her slender waist until his target was close enough to claim. He quickly buried his face between her legs. His fingers and tongue were working overtime as he pushed himself to go deeper inside her to give her the same pleasure he was receiving from that amazing mouth of hers. Her legs began to tremble with desire and she doubled her efforts on his now moist shaft.

He was so hard. The feel of the velvety skin over his rock hard erection was like a dream. This had to be a dream. It was just too perfect to be real, but here she was, his mouth pleasuring her and his sex in her mouth. He was aroused because of her. It was only a moment later that he came in her mouth. His semen tasted so good. She licked all that she could off of the head and shaft of his penis and licked her lips. He did not let his orgasm stop his exploration of her precious morsels and within moments of his ejaculation she was exploding herself. It took everything she had to keep from collapsing on him. The heat from his mouth and her own orgasm was burning her up inside. She came again and released his member in order to cry out from the sweet agony. Her legs were still turning to rubber so she carefully moved her body so she would be facing him once again.

She straddled his waist and gently lowered herself onto his chest. He held her so tightly and it felt so good.

"You are the most amazing lover I have ever had, but I don't even know your name."

"My name isn’t important. All you need to know is that I have wanted you for years and I’m a fan of your body of work and of your body. Why don't we order some room service and then maybe we can take a shower together. Would you like that?" Her voice was even alluring, he decided.

He agreed to order room service and his choices were very interesting - champagne, strawberries and whipped cream and some finger foods that were meant to be shared. It would take some time for the food to arrive so they wrapped their arms around each other. She felt wonderful. ~ I love cuddling, ~ she thought ~ especially with this sexy man of my dreams. ~

Just then, he started to softly sing to her. She felt like she was in heaven. Even now he seemed unable to prevent his hands from moving sensually over her body. If she had not been so hungry for food, she would have again given in to this other hunger. Not surprising, considering how many times she had imagined this very scene. It was ironic that it was 100% better than she had ever imagined.

As his fingertips swept across her body, Sabrin began to wonder what she had in mind for him next. He debated with himself whether anyone would miss him if he skipped the convention he was in town for altogether. This was too good to stop. Then he realized this was not only the best sex he had ever had, it was probably the best sex he would ever have. That made him more determined to make sure the time they had together would last as long as possible.

His commitment was for three days. He had a meeting the next day with a producer who was in town and wanted him for a supporting role in a romantic comedy. That was the only reason he had agreed to three days here, but now he wondered if it was not fate.

Was there a god of sex? If so, Sabrin was going to have to look him up and make an offering. This woman was able to keep him hard just by being in the room with him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door - room service. He did not even bother covering himself, but went to the door to get the food.

Sabrin looked over at the bed. She was lying on her stomach, uncovered as well. The room service guy was not shocked by their appearance, as he had seen just about everything imaginable during his tenure at the hotel. He waited for Sabrin to sign the bill and left quickly. Sabrin brought the food to the bed. He popped open the champagne causing the cork to fly across the room. He laughed a little as it had reminded him of himself earlier. And he was fairly certain he would get the chance to pop his cork again.

He poured her a glass. Once they had clinked glasses and drank "to exhaustion” he dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and offered it to her. Before she could open her sensual mouth to accept his offering, he lightly touched the fruit to her face and grinned at the sight of her cream covered, but still sexy, nose. He then leaned closer to her. Using his tongue, he gently cleaned the whipped cream from her face. She grabbed on to his hand and took a bite of the strawberry. She licked the excess whipped cream from her lips.

~ Man, this woman has it going for her. Is there anything she can do that doesn't turn me on? ~ He watched as she took a strawberry and carefully dipped it in the whipped cream. As she brought it towards his mouth she made sure some dripped off onto his chest. She gave him a mischievous grin that sent shivers of desire through him. She put the fruit just an inch from his mouth, but when he went to reach for it, she pulled it back just enough to be out of reach. He tried again, but again he had to move closer to reach for the teasing fruit. He had, of course, caught on and leaned in so close there was no more room for her to pull back. She let him have the berry and kissed him only once before kissing her way down to the dribbled cream.

They continued this game until almost all of the food was gone. They had made sure there was still some of the whipped cream left to play with. Using his finger, Sabrin spread some of the cream down between her breasts trailing down to her stomach and that was where he began. His tongue tickled her as he cleaned up the cream from her flat stomach and began to work his way up to her luscious breasts. The feel of her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth and tongued it was driving him crazy with need once again. He wanted more of his body to touch hers. He had never been this hard as long and this often. It was almost as though his erection was pulling him towards her entrance, but she had another idea.

She coaxed him into a position where he straddled her just below her breasts. Taking his rock hard penis between her breasts, she pushed them together firmly and told him to begin his thrusts. Every time the head of his penis peeked out past her breasts; she caressed the tip with her tongue. This was a new position for him and he loved it. Sabrin was still able to reach her face with his hands so he momentarily brushed one against her check and then slowly brought his fingers towards her mouth, placing one digit between her sensual lips. She sucked and licked it with great vigor. He thrust his finger in and out of her mouth at the same rhythm as he was screwing her breasts. When he was close to the edge, he withdrew his finger and allowed her to lick and suck his penis. When his seed began to spill, she released her breasts and took him into her mouth, milking him dry as he threw back his head and let go of guttural cries.

"My God, woman! You’re going to kill me! Don't stop!" he exclaimed. The gleam in her eyes told him she had no intention of stopping. Sabrin collapsed on the bed next to her and kissed her passionately. "Where have you been all my life?" he whispered in her ear.

She smiled and replied, "In your dreams."

"Was I in yours?" he asked panting.

“Oh yes. But you're much better in real life. You taste better too." She licked her lips as though some of his cream had escaped and she was reclaiming it.

~ God, I’m going to get hard again if she keeps doing that. She is going to kill me. ~ He sighed, but grinned as he pulled her tighter against him. In a minute, it was going to be her turn. Sabrin kissed her again, long and hard. He ran his hands down her body until he reached her Garden of Eden. He fingered her clit and then inserted one of his fingers in her, then added another and another. The only interruption to his kiss was the moans she let out from his exploration below.

He began to descend in his kisses. He tongued a breast and then the other. She wiggled at the attention his fingers were giving her. His tongue circled her navel and she moaned again.

"Does my kiss please you?" he asked. She replied with only one pleading word.

"Lower."

And lower was exactly where Sabrin was heading. He removed his fingers from her and licked them clean one at a time. He kissed the inside of her thighs and then slowly moved his kisses higher until he was positioned exactly where he wanted to be.

She watched his mouth move in for the kill and gave a throaty sigh when his tongue made contact with her clitoris. He danced around and tickled it with his tongue. He sucked and licked until her breathing became labored. She ran a hand through his hair and just before she came, she was pulling a handful of his hair, but not hard enough to hurt.

As she lost her grip on his hair, she reached for the bed's headboard with both hands. She desperately needed something to hold on to, especially since her back was arching higher than she thought possible. If she did not hang on she might levitate off the bed completely and she desperately did not want to do that while he was giving her such pleasure.

The ravenous attention he was giving her was making it almost impossible for her to breathe and she was certain this was more pleasure than a body could handle and then she came again.

Sabrin licked and sucked as much of her cum as he could and then continued his manipulation of her clit. He wanted her to cum again and again. Her reaction to his work excited him greatly.

His penis throbbed with a delicious ache. He was craving to sheath himself within her again, but he also wanted to continue his manipulations, as he enjoyed hearing her lusty cries. The sheets were going to be soaked with the evidence of the passion that had been shared here already. Maybe her idea of a shower was not so bad. And room service to freshen the bed, maybe?

Her cries of pleasure were more than he could now take. He had to have her again. Sabrin quickly moved up her body and penetrated her once again. She let go of the headboard and wrapped her arms around his back, bringing her legs up so his penetration would be complete.

She was still so excited that her string of orgasms just continued as he began his thrusts. God, she had such strong vaginal muscles, she was tighter than any woman he had ever been with. Her back was still arched, and her fingernails were digging into his back. This only excited him more. Would he have marks of her passion on his back in the morning? Why did he hope so? Would they still be there when he got home?

~ Damn! ~ he thought, ~I don't care if they are! ~ He almost wished for a permanent scar so he would have something to always remind him of his time with her.

He continued his deep thrusts. Her moaning was so intense that it turned him on even more.

~ How will I survive this and be able to go on like nothing has happened here? ~ he wondered.

She moved her head closer to his and began kissing and playfully biting his earlobes. Her fingers were still digging into his back and the pain, fear of discovery, and pleasure drove him over. He was amazed he had any cum left, as he once again began pumping it into his lover's body.

"God, I love the sounds you make when you cum," she sighed.

Sabrin withdrew his penis from her and collapsed next to her on the bed. They were both exhausted from the hours of pleasure they had just experienced. All he could manage to say was one word, "Sleep?" They desperately needed to recharge their batteries. She nodded her head in agreement. He kissed her on the forehead and with their bodies still entwined they both fell quickly asleep.

Dawn broke and slowly filled the suite with warm sunlight. The two lovers did not seem to notice until the sun was well into its morning climb. She woke first and, after answering a call of nature, she stood in the doorframe, just watching the man she considered to be the sexiest man alive sleep. He was on his side, he arms stretched out in front of him. He looked as though he was trying to reach out for someone. She just hoped it was her.

Sabrin slowly opened his eyes, reaching out with his hand to touch her. A panic started to build inside him. ~ Where is she? ~ He opened his eyes completely. ~ Oh God! Please let her still be here, ~ he mentally pleaded. He sat up quickly and surveyed the room. He let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw her standing across the room.

~ Okay, that looked too desperate, ~ he berated himself. But, he did not want to give up this experience a moment before he was forced to. For one tiny second, he had believed it had all been a dream. Odd how if it had been only a dream, waking up would have been a nightmare. But there she was, leaning by the bathroom door. A vision.

“You’re out of bed. You’re not leaving, are you?” He tried to keep the pleading tone to a minimum.

“Maybe I should. You do have that question and answer panel at ten.” She seemed to be looking for her clothes.

Sabrin looked at the standard issue hotel clock that was perched on the nightstand. It read 9:15 a.m.

"Damnit!" The forcefulness at which he said that surprised even himself but caused her to smile. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. "Damn, damn, damn!" he kept muttering as if he said it enough times the Q & A would magically disappear and he could stay here longer. He turned to her. "I have to go to that but I need to see you again." He was unable to control the pleading tone in his voice. He was desperate that he had to be with her again - that day and for the rest of his too short stay.

"You mean you haven't grown tired of me yet?" she asked, teasingly. Stark naked, she slowly walked back towards the bed. He knew if she even touched him, he would never make his panel commitment. Though he was loathed to, he scooted off the other side of the bed.

“I am nowhere near tired of you. Damn it, you’re going to have to give me a name. Even if you don’t want to give your real one, I have to call you something. I want to leave word at the front desk for you to be given a key to my suite. I have to shower. Please, if you’re going to leave, at least leave me with a name.” He hated having to edge away from those beautiful eyes, but he could already feel a twitching from his groin.

She walked over to her clothes and started to get dressed. "I'll have to think about it,” she said as she zipped up the back of her leather mini. "Go have your shower and I'll let you know what I decide." ~ Wasn't it PT Barnum who said, ‘always leave them wanting more,’ ~ she thought. She chuckled to herself, doubting this was what he was referring to.

Sabrin reluctantly left her to take his shower. He was thinking about her so much he did not notice the figure entering the bathroom. He rushed through his shower, afraid she would leave without telling him her name. His fear was unfounded. As he stepped out of the shower he saw the name "Sarah" written in the steam on the mirror.

The panel featured Sabrin and a few of his former castmates. It was an informal event for people who had purchased special passes for the convention. It was fun and the fans were energetic, but more than half of him wanted this to be over. Then Sarah walked into the back of the small room and took a seat. She had changed into a long white tank dress with a slit that went up her left leg. Sabrin felt his mouth go dry and his penis grow stiff right there. He thanked God he was sitting behind a table that hid his growing reaction to Sarah’s appearance.

The fan at the microphone had asked him a question but Sabrin’s mind was on Sarah, so he did not hear anyone else around him. He felt a nudge from the forum moderator who was sitting next to him and was brought back to this world.

"I'm sorry I was distracted and didn't hear your question. Would you repeat it please?” The fan smiled and then began to recite a long-winded question that seemed all too familiar to him. He had heard it a million times. He smiled and said, "Yes, next question," and everyone laughed. He could see Sarah make her way to the short line to the microphone to ask a question. He was thankful he was not alone on this panel. His distraction would have been much more obvious if he were.

"Good morning, Mr. Berry. I hope you are enjoying your visit here so far," she smirked. "When comparing yourself to Sirus , what areas would you say you function better than he?"

Sabrin tried not to gulp audibly as she shifted her weight, thus causing her left thigh to peek out from her dress.

“Yes, thank you. I am enjoying my stay in this fine city. The people here have welcomed me with open arms.” And legs, he thought to himself. Something about the twinkle in her eye told him she knew what he was thinking. “Sirus and I – comparison - I think I have a better imagination. I think in certain situations, he would be at a loss and I could think of something interesting to - a creative solution.” Oh, God! Was it obvious he was thinking about sex? His groin tightened again.

Sabrin managed to stammer out more of an answer but he was sure the crowd now thought he was a complete idiot. He tried to think of something funny to say to cover up his problem and it worked. The crowd burst out into laughter.

Sarah smiled at him. "Thank you, Mr. Berry. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay." She turned to go back to her seat. He could not take his eyes off of her. When she walked he could still see a bit of thigh from the slit in her dress. The way the dress almost seemed to caress her butt and the movement of her hips as they swayed made him hot. Again he felt a nudge from the moderator. "I'm sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night. Would you repeat the question again?”

The panel finally ended, but he had the feeling he should not bolt for the door with Sarah still here. He was right. She, along with half dozen others came up as soon as he stepped down from the raised panel table. She did not hurry, she did not even say much. But when her hand made contact with his arm, her touch burned him with a passion filled flame. Her fingers glided down his forearm to his hand, which she clasped.

“Your charm is hard to resist, Mr. Berry. I was so excited to see you in person, I still am.” When she released his hand, he noticed a small piece of paper in his hand. It took a minute, but he was able to get a second to read it. “Meet me in the stairwell,” it said. He looked up quickly, but she was already gone.

Although it only took a few minutes before Sabrin was able to leave, it felt like hours. He found the stairwell and took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching him. He did not want anyone following him in there. If he was going to be caught with her, he wanted it to be after and not before he could find out what she had in mind for him. Sabrin looked around as the door closed behind him and spotted her standing in the corner of a higher landing between floors.

She beckoned him with a finger. Refusing her was out of the realm of possibilities. But before he reached her, she turned and flew up the stairs. Shocked, he called out, but was answered with her laughter only. He followed quickly. She had him panting from the chase when he caught her and then when she practically slammed him against the stairwell wall, he was completely breathless. Her hands went straight to his returning erection. She undid his fly and grinned when she found he wore nothing underneath.

“You can’t do this to me here. What if we’re seen?” he begged, through clenched teeth, but could not bring himself to move.

"Admit how turned on that makes you. You can leave if you prefer but I know you want me and you want me here, now and you don't care who comes through that door." She was right and he knew it. He pulled her towards him. They kissed long and hard. His hands roamed her body until he reached her ass. He discovered she was not wearing anything under this dress. He clenched the soft fabric in his hands and started bunching it up so the hem rose higher and higher.

She was still fondling his penis and causing him to moan louder and louder. She freed his arousal from his trousers and seemed to be guiding him home. He was blind with need. He had to have her. He was sure he would cease to exist if he did not enter her in the next few seconds.

She guided his erection inside her as she raised one leg, bringing it around his hip. She wanted all of him, as deep as he could go. He used the wall for leverage and began his deep thrusts. The more he tried to muffle his moans the louder they seemed to echo. He was sure someone was going to come through a door to investigate the noise that must be emanating throughout the facility. She had been right. That thought turned him on even more than he believed possible.

This could ruin him if they were found. If it got home, to the press... press...press your body more firmly against me. He moaned as he felt her tightening her vaginal muscles to squeeze him so hard he could not remember his own name. All he knew was he was within Sarah and he wanted to stay there.

Grabbing her ass cheeks more firmly, he ground himself into her. She found his mouth and he tried to remember how to kiss, his mind was so overwhelmed with the feel of her body encasing his.

Her kiss was much more ferocious than before. The risk of being caught was having as much of an affect on her as it was on him. She brushed her lips across the side of his face, sucking on his lobe for a moment before whispering in his ear. "Harder, fuck me harder, harder!" How could he not? She repeated louder, "Harder, fuck me harder!". This time it was more of an order than a request. He complied willingly. Her demands became a moan "Harder, harder, fuck me harder!"

Without pulling out, he switched them so she would be the one with her back to the cinder block wall.

“Is this hard enough?" he almost growled at her, but his voice and eyes held only passion.

 "Yes!" She almost screamed. It was more than he could take. He thrust into her; sure he would split her in half as he came with minded numbing intensity. With her leg still wrapped around him, she arched her back as much as his weight and pressure on her would allow, crying out her climax after watching his.

They were both breathing heavily and smiling that type of smile reserved for lovers after a particularly satisfying encounter. Sabrin withdrew from her, but neither made a motion to cover themselves. He kissed her quickly twice and then lowered his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder until he caught his breath. She had one arm around him and was stroking his hair with her free hand.

"How do you do this to me?" he panted. "I have never done something so risky or reckless. Did anyone hear us? If someone did-" She cut him off with a kiss brushed to his lips.

"Shhhh, no one saw. If they heard, maybe they figured out what was happening, but they don't know who. I won't let anything happen that will cause you trouble when this ends." She kissed him hard and banished the trouble from his mind.

...when this ends...

The words seemed to hang in the air. But Sabrin did not want to think of this ending - the thought caused a knot to form in his stomach.

"Ends?" He had not even realized he said it out loud.

"When you go back to LA and I have to go back to-" she did not finish her sentence. Where did she have to go - was it work, her boyfriend? Why did she tease him like this? She had caught him hook, line and sinker and come tomorrow was she going to throw him back?

The knot in his stomach was not getting any smaller.

"Time marches on, Sabrin. You have your life and I have mine. Come tomorrow evening, we have to go back to them. When is your flight out?" she asked, looking consolingly into his eyes.

"I like the night flights. I can sleep during them and not sit there bored. It's at 1:15 tomorrow- Monday morning. When is yours?"

"I'll be here when you leave," was her only response. Was she doing this on purpose to continue torturing him? Why would she not give a direct answer instead of being so secretive?

They adjusted their clothing the best they could. She smoothed down her dress, using her hands to try to remove any creases caused when it was bunched at her waist. Sabrin kissed her again, almost desperately as he did not want to waste a moment of their time. He stared in her eyes longingly.

"Should you go first or do you want me?” she asked.

"I want you. More than I should, it would seem. Are you going to come to my room, Sarah? That's not your real name, is it." He did not want to be angry. He wanted her in his arms and bed and to be in her, but he had to know.

"Go on then, I'll meet you there. Do you want me to bring anything?" she asked, trying to soothe him.

"You - I want you to bring you. Your bags, toothbrush, comb. Stay there with me," he pleaded.

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't take risks. You aren't concerned the hotel staff will talk about the woman in your room?" She wanted to make sure he knew what he was asking.

"Some risks are worth taking. The key is waiting for you at the front desk," was his response. He kissed her again. They walked down the stairs to the main floor. She smiled, kissed him lightly on the cheek and left the stairwell.

"Please hurry,” he whispered although he was talking to himself as the door to the stairwell had already closed behind her.

Sabrin waited a few minutes before leaving the stairwell. He almost flew out the door as he quickly made his way back to his suite. As he entered he noticed the maid had already been. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. The last thing he wanted was to have to wait for his suite to be cleaned, especially once Sarah arrived. He stripped out of his clothes after ordering a lunch he hoped she would like. He stepped into the shower again and lowered his head to the shower wall. How was he going to reconcile this weekend to the rest of his life? His girlfriend Niki? His plans for the future? He was so lost in thought that Sarah’s hands reaching around his waist startled him.

"I can get out if you want,” she teased. She knew he would not let her leave the shower. Sabrin could feel her hot flesh against his backside, as she pressed closer to him. The feel of the water hitting his body from the multi-jet shower and her hands dancing across his chest felt blissful. He made a mental note to himself to always stay at hotels that had bathrooms like this. He had not appreciated the 2-person shower and separate Jacuzzi tub when he first arrived in his suite but he did now.

Maybe he should add to that a note to always invite her to join him when he traveled, if he could get her to tell him who she was and how he could contact her. He stayed where he was and let her hands roam his body, exciting him. God, but she excited him. He turned around and grabbed her.

"You moved your things here?" he asked. She had time to give a quick nod before he crushed her body to his.

Their kiss was long and passionate. His lips roamed from her beautiful mouth, across her face and to her neck. His hands were equally as adventurous caressing every square inch of her body he could reach. The warm water spewing from the shower danced on their bodies creating a new sensation, sensuous in its own right. He pressed her up against the wall of the shower and entered her.

The expression on her face told him many things. He turned her on, and that only added to his excitement. Two, she knew damn well she had him right where she wanted him, in more ways than one. Three, she was not going to give her secrets away easily, but he was going to try anyway.

The water that ran down their bodies caused their coming together to make a humorous sound and, after several minutes, she began to giggle. He knew why and could not help but laugh as well.

"I want to wash you, and then we can continue this in the other room," she told him, with a kiss.

With everything that had happened since they met she still had so many surprises for him. She had come prepared for the shower. She had a small bottle of what appeared to be a liquid shower gel and a loufah. The gel produced a great deal of lather on the loufah and she started to wash him starting at his chest.

Sabrin was burning up. He was shocked there was not more steam in this shower with as hot as he felt. Sarah finished with his chest and in order to wash his arms, she lifted them and rested his hands on her breasts. Her eyes met his and standing under a spray of water, his mouth again went dry.

He fondled her breasts and fought the temptation to just grab her and carry her to the bed, soaking wet.

She finished with his arms and moved lower.

She quickly kissed his lips and lowered herself to her knees guiding the loufah over his body as she did. She started with his feet and worked upward. The combination of the water, the loufah and her soft hands was having quite an effect on him. By the time she reached his thighs he was erect. She paid meticulous attention to detail while cleaning his now aching balls, holding them gently in one hand while she glided the softness of the loufah over them.

He reached out for the wall to steady himself and closed his eyes. She kissed the head of his penis before moving the loufah gently over him there. The texture of the loufah was strange, but her hand was also moving through the lather, caressing, touching, fondling. His breathing was haggard. Opening his eyes, he met hers.

She stood up and handed him the loufah. "You do me now and then we can do each other’s back."

Do her. God did he ever want to, but not with a loufah. At her prodding, Sabrin lathered up the loufah and began to gently sweep it against her neck. He slowly moved it down to her breasts. The loufah felt good against her skin but not as good as his hands. His light touch and roving fingers played havoc with her emotions. His hands, she thought. She had always been amazed at how well he used his hands and this proved he was nimble with more than a laser pistol.

Every time his eyes, those beautiful sparkling blue eyes, met hers, her knees got weak. ~ This is not a dream, ~ she had to remind herself over and over. ~ The man I have fantasized about for years is taking a shower with me and his hands are all over my body, and not for the first time. ~ As he moved to kiss her, his erect penis pushed into her thigh. His hands moved to clean her back and she moved to take certain matters into her own hands.

She took a step back so she was leaning against the wall. He did not miss a beat in following her. He dropped the loufah to the floor of the shower. Their bodies once again became entwined. He could not wait; he had to enter her now.

"Sabrin, we said we were going to continue this once we finished here," Sarah reminded him, planting her hand on his sexy chest to keep him at bay.

"I can't wait. Sarah, please." He tried again to pull her against his body, but she laughed and twisted away. Turning off the water, she pushed open the shower door. She stepped out quickly, grabbed two of the large fluffy towels and tossed one at him, grinning.

She began to dry him off. It felt so good, he was sure he was going to explode right there. This was torture; she knew it and he loved it.

"I can't wait,” he said almost pleading with her to relieve his delicious pain. He lifted her on to the edge of the vanity. He had to have her now.

"Yes, you can." She pushed him gently away and almost ran past him. He turned and ran after her. She made it to the opposite side of the bed and grinned, challengingly at him. "Catch me if you can."

He was opening his mouth to respond, when there was a knock at the door. "Room service,” came a voice.

Sabrin’s shoulders sagged. "I ordered us lunch," he explained, grimacing with disappointment.

"You sweet thing, you. Get on your robe. That voice was female." She pointed towards the robe on the chair and grabbed her discarded dress.

When she had finished putting on her dress, Sabrin opened the door. The woman from room service wheeled in the cart, looking at both of them and grinning. She could tell something was happening here. This man and woman with the wet hair and him, so desperately trying to hide the bulge that protruded under his robe. After leaving the food tray on the small table for two by the window, the woman turned and left. She had been grinning when Sabrin had signed for the meal and was still grinning when she left the suite.

Sarah moved to the table. "Come eat. You’ll need the energy."

Sabrin sighed and came across the room. It was time to have his way for once. He pulled her delicate hand from the tray and placed it on his chest. "The food will keep. It’s only cold sandwiches. Come to the bed, Sarah – now." He walked her backwards to the bed and pulled off his robe just as her legs hit the side of the mattress.

The edge of the mattress touching the back of her knees caused them to buckle, forcing her to sit on the bed. He stood in front of her. His still erect penis was at just the right height for tasting.

She leaned forward, but he had other plans. He grasped her shoulders and shoved her back on the bed. "Take the dress off," he ordered. He was so hot for her now, he could barely think straight. She raised her eyebrows at him, but complied quickly. He was crawling on the bed after her as she scooted back to allow him room. He grabbed her legs and raised them up, throwing one over each of his shoulders and plunged deep within her.

The only sound she could make was a gasp of both shock and delight. He grabbed at her breasts to hold on to while he thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

He was breathing in and out loudly. His body was totally consumed in a blaze of desire. He could think of nothing but the desperate need to plunge deeper and deeper within this physical incarnation of passion. Harder, faster, deeper. Suddenly he seemed to convulse as the most powerful orgasm he had yet to know washed him away.

She thrashed her head, moaning, her hands clawed at the sheets as she was in the throws of her own massive climax. Their simultaneous organisms rocked their bodies like never before. They were both unable to speak. He withdrew from Sarah, lowering her legs to the bed, he lowered himself on her and they kissed passionately. He lifted his head and smiled an almost Cheshire cat type smile.

"Let's eat,” she said.

"I'm not sure I have the strength. I'm not a young man anymore and we have been screwing like teenagers," he said, still trying to catch his breath.

"I could feed you," Sarah offered, grinning.

"It's sandwiches, Sarah. Nothing sexy, I'm afraid," he reminded her.