Second Chances Epilogue #2: February--Reunion (MF)

Brian's flight pulled up to the jetway at 3:05, just ahead of the promised arrival time.  He took his time, politely awaiting his moment to retrieve his suitcase and coat from the overhead bin and filing out the aisle. Once inside the terminal, he looked around for the Arrivals and Departures display.  The flight he had to meet was coming to the next concourse, but wasn't due to arrive for another 5 minutes.  There was no rush, since after all, he wasn't needing to board the flight, but merely eager to greet another arriving passenger.  He pulled his rollerboard behind him like an experienced business traveler, and strode toward the gate.  A gift shop display caught his eye.  Oh yeah, it was Valentine's Day too, wasn't it?  He'd been focused on arranging this long weekend in Chicago based on the fact that they had the Presidents' Day weekend off.  A small box of chocolate might be appreciated, though, so he stopped to make the purchase.  "Good luck, sir," chirped the cute clerk. 
"I think I'm already pretty lucky," he replied with a smile.  In the months since he'd met Renae, what had started as a shipboard fling was growing into a deep longing, a connection that they'd shared openly in their nightly calls and Skype sessions.  They had started planning a longer visit for her to spend time with him in Minnesota at her Spring Break, but it had occurred to him last week that they needn't wait that long to see each other again.  The internet was wonderful for this.  A flight for her from Columbus arriving almost the same minute as his from Minneapolis, a nice hotel booking, and now three days together to reunite, relax, make love. His heart was actually racing as he watched her bright blue and orange plane pull up to the gate.  Passion and romance had been practically absent from his life the past twenty years, but now...  He peered down the jetway, hoping to catch the first glimpse of her in the deplaning bustle.  Concealed behind a pair of tall, slow-moving businessmen, she saw him first.  By the time he found her in the crowd she was already smiling broadly and moving toward him. She embraced him violently and kissed him passionately, teasing with her tongue. 
"I missed you SO much, Brian!"
"I can tell!  I've missed you too.  I can't wait to get you to the hotel."
"That makes two of us...I'm so horny right now.  And I've held off for THREE WHOLE DAYS taking care of it myself!"
"No panties again?"
"No--and a damn good thing I wore them.  I'm soaked.  It would've been dripping down my legs if I'd gone 'commando'!" 
"Oh...oh my." The thought of her dripping pussy was making him hard already.  "We'd better get going then.  Did you have any luggage to claim?"
"Nope, just my carry-on."  She grinned at him devilishly.  "I didn't think I'd be needing too many changes of clothes..."
He smiled back. "Well we might want to leave the room every now and then, but I'm glad you're travelling light.  Come on, I have a surprise for you."
She lifted an eyebrow and followed him down to the Arrivals area, passing the crowded luggage carousels toward the "Ground Transportation" doors. "Should I stop and pull out my coat?" she asked, noting the flurries of snow outside the door.
"No need," he replied, pointing to a neatly dressed chauffeur holding a placard with the names "Reynolds" and "Weaver" printed on it. They were quickly escorted into the back of a luxurious town car, where a split of champagne waited. "Oh--that's nice. You travel in style!"
"Credit card points." He smiled. "But no one better to spend them on." He poured out the bubbly and they clinked glasses together with a kiss.
She had traveled in a smart-looking skirt/blazer outfit, with skintight leggings to protect against the cold Chicago wind, and he couldn't stop himself from placing a hand on her knee and caressing upward over her thigh. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away with a grin. "I told you--" she whispered. "I'm so horny right now that I'm soaking my panties. If you touch me there, I might really lose control. And I want to wait until we're alone for that." She leaned in closer and kissed him again, flicking her tongue against his lips. "Don't you agree?" She grinned and placed her hand on his crotch, finding the response she had expected. He moaned softly.
"I'll try..." He placed his hand on the back of her head and returned the kiss, probing firmly with his tongue until she withdrew with a gasp. He smiled at her flushed cheeks, and nonchalantly sipped his champagne.
"You're a very bad man...you're going to be in so much trouble when we get to the hotel." She gripped his hand and pressed it into the seat cushion between them, intertwining her fingers with his.
He squeezed back. "The advantage is mine, then--since I know where we're going and you don't!"
She returned a mock pout. "Should I make a complaint to this fine driver, then, that you're transporting an innocent young lady against her will, for nefarious purposes?"
He laughed. "Nefarious, perhaps. But not, I think, against her will. And by no means innocent."
She drained her wine glass, set it aside, and pulled his face to hers. "You have no idea how much I want you right now." She covered his mouth with hers and returned the deep kiss, practically fucking his mouth with her tongue. When she reluctantly broke it off, she kissed softly along his jawline to his ear and whispered, "I'm sure we wouldn't be the first couple to fuck in the back seat of this limo. I'd like to climb on top of you right now and take your hard cock into my dripping pussy and make you come. I want to feel your cum seeping out of me as you check us in..." He moaned. "...but I'm still going to make you wait..." She licked at his earlobe, making him moan again. "..unless it's too late already?"
He sighed and pulled back a little. "Nope-- you haven't quite made me shoot my load yet. But I do hope the traffic isn't too bad the rest of the way."
Unfortunately the Dan Ryan was as expected for a Friday afternoon with an impending winter storm. Brian and Renae did their best to keep their hands to themselves as they finished the remaining champagne, but there were still several teasing touches and caresses along the way, which only served to keep their arousal at a high simmer. Finally they arrived at the luxury hotel and were ushered into the spacious lobby. Renae stood by quietly as Brian checked in, noting the deferential service, and overhearing the words "executive suite". The key cards were handed over quickly, and Brian waved off the offer of bellhop service for their meager luggage. As the elevator door closed to whisk them them to the 40th floor, he moved behind her and encircled her in his arms. "I didn't want anything more to delay this..." he whispered in her ear, kissing the sensitive side of her neck. She moaned and pulled his hands up to her chest, begging him to hold her breasts. She pressed back with her bottom to feel his bulging erection.
"Oh god, Brian...I'm so ready for you!" She suppressed the urge to run down the corridor to the room once the doors opened at their floor, but once Brian had unlocked the room and opened the door for her, she hurried in, kicked off her shoes, and tossed her suitcase aside. He had barely closed the door behind him and she was on him, reaching around him to double lock the door, and grabbing at his ass. She stood on tiptoes to reach his mouth with hers and resumed passionately kissing him as she reached to undo his belt and fly. He was just as quickly working the buttons on the front of her blouse and searching the hem of her skirt for a button or zipper. Soon her skirt fell away and his hand slipped inside her leggings to knead at her bottom. She had managed to push his trousers down and was simultaneously fumbling at his shirt buttons and working underneath the elastic of his underwear to pull out his swollen cock. He had her blouse open now and had moved his hand up her back to deftly unhook her bra. He bent down to seek her breasts with his lips, finally pulling a cup down far enough with his teeth to begin to suck on an erect nipple. She moaned and pushed down his underwear, wriggling out of her own as quickly as she could, leaving it entangled in the rolled down leggings. She tried sliding down to her knees to take his cock into her mouth, but he wouldn't allow it, holding her up to finish stripping off her blazer and blouse as a single unit, then completely pulling off her bra. His attempt to pull her close was thwarted by her struggle to finish pulling his shirt off of his arms, which temporarily pinned his hands behind him. Her breasts brushed enticingly against his chest, and his cock poked at her belly. Finally, he succeeded in pulling her against him as she pulled his shirtsleeves off of his arms. His hands went back to her bare buttocks to lift her against him. "Wait!" she commanded, as she bent to one side to pull off a stubborn legging. He took advantage of the pause to finally kick his pants free, and reached down to remove his socks. Now both respectably naked, they resumed their passionate embrace. With both hands on her ass, he lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. "Yesss....", she hissed as she wrapped her legs around him and pressed her naked, wet pussy against his rigid cock. "Take me here. Take me..." she moaned as he lifted her a few inches more. They wriggled together, helping his throbbing cock to seek out her dripping slit. There. "Aaaahh!" she squealed as he found the target and drove home.
"Oh fuck..." he moaned into her mouth.
"Oh god I need this. Oh Brian...uhnng," she grunted as he thrust her against the wall. She felt so filled with him. Her pussy clenched and gripped him tightly as he slid in. She could feel his root stretching her entrance and pressing on her swollen clit. She moaned again, struggling to move, wanting to feel him stroking and thrusting in her.
"I...I don't think I can do this very long..." he gasped.
"Nnnnggh...no. Unnngh,,,Oh I want you to fuck me...  The desk...take me over to the desk." She held on tightly as he gingerly shuffled the two of them into the room. She groaned when his cock slipped out of her, but he placed her firmly down on the small writing desk, kicked aside the chair to stand between her spread legs, and plunged back into her. She moaned, "Oh god yesss..." and pulled up her knees, knocking a phone and several other items off onto the floor as she placed her feet on the edge of the desk,
"Oh fuck, Renae..." Brian now had the leverage he needed to thrust deeply into her, making her moan at every stroke.
"God yes. Oh Brian...fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Harder...oh Brian! Oh FUCK!" Her pussy clenched as the shocks of an orgasm hit her. "Oh godogodogAAAAHD! AHH! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...."she gasped. "Oh fuck...don't stop..."
Her screams at climax had only intensified his lust for her. He pounded into her with deep, hard thrusts that made her gasp at each one. He reached up to her tits and grabbed one, squeezing the erect nipple between a finger and thumb, drawing out more moans. His other hand grasped the back of her neck and tugged at her hair as he covered her mouth with his and drove his tongue deeply inside. She opened her mouth wide to receive him and pushed back with her own tongue, moaning intensely into his throat. He was no longer making love to her, but merely fucking, pounding, thrusting himself against her, groaning primally in response to her. She broke off the kiss and buried her face in his neck as another climax approached. "Oh...omiGAAAD!" She panted and screamed as her pussy spasmed, releasing a shower of fluid around his invading cock. The intensity left her trembling and sobbing incoherently against him. He felt his cock swelling in response, his balls tightening. His grip on her neck and breast tensed and with a loud, long groan he plunged deeply into her and sprayed his seed into her depths. They clung to each other, panting. He was still hard and stroked inside her gently as their cum leaked out between them, their lust diffusing slowly in the gentle kisses and murmurs. 
She whispered to break the silence. "Well now that that's out of the way, what are we going to do the rest of the weekend?"
He moaned. "More of the same, I imagine. Maybe a bit slower next time, though."
"Mmm...that will be nice. But God I needed that! Mmmm--I missed your dick. So good..."
As if in response to that, his cock finally slipped from her, releasing a flood of their mingled cum onto the desk. She giggled as he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed, climbing in after her. "I should probably get a towel..."
"Uh uh...I just want to feel all juicy and messy and satisfied right now. Oh god you're such a good fuck..."
Brian didn't have anything to say to that but to pull her close and kiss her. He moved to her breasts to worship each one with his lips and tongue. He stroked her belly and thighs softly, and traced the edge of her slippery mound with his finger. "Hey...you shaved!"
She giggled. "Too busy to notice earlier, huh? I hope you like it..."
"Mmm--I do. I can't wait to get my mouth on it."
"Whenever you want..." He slid his fingers over her naked slit, coating them with their cum, then bringing them to her mouth where she eagerly sucked on them.
"That might be now." He slid lower to place his face between her legs and kissed at her wet vulva. He tasted the mixture of his cum and her wetness that was spread over the smooth lips, then stroked strongly from bottom to top, probing between her labia as deeply as he could before circling over her clit. He nuzzled at the small patch of hair that she had left over the top, and rubbed his mouth and his chin through her slippery wetness below.
She moaned lightly with pleasure and satisfaction, but reached for his head to beckon him back to her. "Wait a little bit...later, please." He nodded and returned to her neck, pausing to attend to her breasts once again on the way.
"Darling...I've missed you so..."
"I've missed you too...Thanks for this weekend, but I want to be with you all the time."
"How would we manage that?"
"I've already started looking at jobs in Minneapolis...what would you think about that?"
"Really? And what would you parents say?"
"I imagine they'll primarily be happy if I have a job! But if I present them with a handsome, successful boyfriend, I think they'd handle it."
"Where are you going to find one of those, then?"
She hugged him and kissed his nose. "I have at least one decent prospect, I think..."
"I have a spare bedroom in my condo, you know. If you happened to be looking for a place to live..."
"I'm sure it will be a lovely place to store my stuff while I'm sleeping in yours."
"I didn't want to presume..."
"Umm...presume away..." She climbed over him and kissed him deeply, rubbing her slippery smooth pussy over his limp penis. "I'm all yours, body and soul."
He reached for her bottom to pull her into him, relishing the sensual stroking of her labia over his genitals. "I'll presume that you're trying to warm me up for another round."
"Mm hmm,,," she hummed into his mouth. "Feels nice..." She kissed along his stubbled jaw and down the side of his neck. His penis was beginning to swell gently. She slid down his body and he pushed up higher in the bed in response. "I think we can help this along." She lowered her face to his waist, cupping his balls in her hand, then lifting his soft penis to her waiting lips, She sucked softly at the glans, feeling it begin to swell between her lips. Her tongue played over the smooth corona as her fingers gently stroked and squeezed him to life. He tasted of her pussy juices mixed with his musky cum and she sighed longingly as she savored him.
"Unnnhhh..." he moaned in enjoyment. "Turn this way sweetheart. I want to taste you, too." She slowly turned her body to lie next to him and present her sex to his face. He kissed at her inner thighs and stroked a single finger over her soft inner petals. "So beautiful, Renae,,," She moaned her assent against the stiffening shaft of his cock, and traced her tongue along it's length. They lay together side by side, exploring one another gently with fingers and lips, moaning and sighing their pleasure to each other. He felt her clit swelling as each lap of his tongue elicited a stronger moan. He penetrated her softly with one digit and felt her juices begin to flow, She in turn took more of his cock inside her warm mouth, lavishing it with her tongue. He swelled and stiffened to full hardness. As wonderful as her mouth felt on him, he wanted--needed--to be joined to her. He sat up and reached for her, pulling her back up over his body. She did not resist in the least as he gripped her buttocks and pressed her crotch down against his. Wriggling slightly, she positioned herself over his cock and let it press against her slippery entrance to make its way inside. She sighed at the welcome fullness and warmth of holding him inside her again.
"Yesssss...oh Brian..." Her head bowed over his, circling his face with her loose hair, as she rocked her pelvis over him. "All night...I want to make this last all night...I want to hold your hard cock inside me and uuuhhhhh,,." She moaned as he sucked at her breast and circled the nipple with his tongue.
"Mmm. I love how your sweet tight pussy holds me..." He hoped this would be slow, for both their sakes. He just wanted to hold her, to feel entwined with her into a single body. Oneness. It was a spiritual aspect of sex that he had missed for so long. With Cathy it had been driven out of their lives by work and parenting. Could he hold onto it with Renae? He looked up into her sweet face, eyes closed in bliss, and gave himself over to the moment. He would memorize the whisps of hair that fell across her flushed cheeks, the nostrils flaring with each breath and each slow stroke of her vagina over his cock, the glistening drops of saliva on softly parted lips. "I love you, Renae..." he whispered. She opened her eyes and smiled. Her face was as radiant as an angel's and his heart swelled. She bent down and kissed his lips softly, caressing them with the tip of her tongue.
"Tell me...tell me what you're thinking about..."
"Oh Renae...I can't...I just...I just want to FEEL this. I just am so...full...you make my heart so...full right now...." his voice trailed off as he pulled her mouth against his again, trying to make his lips express in action what they failed in words. She opened her mouth widely to him, begging for his tongue to enter. She sucked gently on it, rubbing her own against his as though reenacting in miniature the union of their bodies.
"Oh Brian...I feel that too...I just want to pull you all the way inside me from head to toe." She pressed her pelvis down, taking his cock into her as deeply as she could and squeezing it inside her. It still didn't reach deep enough to equal the emotion she felt in the moment. "Oh god..." She stroked harder against him. He clenched her ass and squeezed with each downstroke. "Yesss...that...Oh Brian!" He pulled her down into another deep kiss and muffled the cries of her climax. She collapsed limply on his chest, quivering and gasping, as her vagina rippled with contractions, making his cock twitch in response. His hands on her bottom guided her with slow strokes until the orgasm faded away.
"You're..." Still no words. 'Beautiful' just wasn't enough to describe everything he felt about her right now. "You're just...oh...you're just everything I could ever hope for..."
She sighed against his neck. "Don't stop...stay inside me...you're not done yet..."
"No...." he squeezed her ass harder and she squirmed against him, trying to touch all of her inner urges with his hardness. "...It might take awhile."
"Mmmm..." She lifted herself up on her arms, dragging her breasts over his sweaty chest, and rising to a kneeling position over him. He caressed her breasts and flanks, and slid one hand to the place where they were joined. She raised herself almost to the point where he might leave her, then plunged back down with a gasp of pleasure, stroking her swollen clit over his hand.  "I'm not going to stop..."  Now he was groaning with each stroke. "Fuck me Brian...I want you inside me...I want you to come...I want you fucking me..."
The sight of her...her flushed face and chest...her breasts bouncing with each thrust...her hair flying freely around her face...and her smile, her eyes twinkling with joy...he remembered how them from their first eye contact over his spilled drink. Then they had been wide with anxiety, but alive and sparkling with fire. Now they were filled with life, love, and joy--and so was he now. She'd brought all those things to him...so grateful... "Unnnhhh, Renae...oh please..." She moved faster, her hips rocking over him.  Now he gripped her ass again and pulled her down harder on each stroke, lifting his own hips in response.
"Yeeessss!  Oh DO me Brian. Fuck me with that hard cock...unh...oh..." Their groans and grunts became more primal now. They were both at some plateau of arousal that seemed to want to stay...not ready for climax, yet with an intensity of pleasure that built with each movement. He kept watching her face...each smile, grimace, moan of pleasure intensifying his own feelings. Now her mouth opened into a silent Oh...she was close now, he knew.  He gripped her ass and thrust harder with each stroke. He wanted to come with her. He moaned. She panted. He thrusted. She clenched. It was coming...so close...another stroke...no, another... A groan started deep in her belly and grew, spreading outward in a wordless moan of ecstasy...then she was screaming in pleasure, grinding her pelvis against him, and...OH. There it was! He felt his cock jerk and explode into her. Now it was his moan drowning hers out as he thrust deeply 3...4...6 times and held her firmly against him. They froze, silently now, feeling their internal spasms together, then relaxed again, gasping for breath. Many minutes passed while they lay still...fully awake, completely silent except for their breaths and heartbeats. His erection receded only slowly, and she resisted letting him slip from within her. Even when it inevitably did, she let out a tiny sigh of disappointment and made no move to separate from him.
The lingering satisfaction was only interrupted by a growl from his stomach, which was met with a smile and giggle from her. "Ohhh...I suppose we do need to stop and eat sometime, don't we? What time is it?"  A clock radio on the bedside stand was blinking 12:00 for some reason, but it had gotten quite dark outside, and city lights twinkled outside their window.
"I'm going to guess at least 8:00...but I kind of enjoyed losing track of time with you."
"Umm hmm...the very best..." She rolled to her side. "So what do you feel like eating? Do I have to get dressed?"
"Oh, I'd rather not if we can avoid it...what do you think about finding a place that would deliver a nice deep dish pizza to us?"
"I could do that. Would they deliver a bottle of wine, too?"
"Hmm...maybe not, but I bet that hotel room service would."
"Great. Would you mind if I took a bath while we wait?"
He smiled. "Sounds nice...I wish there were room for two..."
"There might be." She grinned and swayed her way into the bathroom. "Ooh--I think there is. Did you know we got a jacuzzi tub?"
He called room service and ordered a bottle of red, then searched for a nearby pizza place. They would only deliver to the lobby--but the bell desk was willing to deliver to the room, for a tip, of course. He placed his order and made his way into the bathroom. She'd left the lights off, for relaxation, and he carefully slid in behind her. "I'll have to get up in a minute to answer the door I'm afraid, but for now..." He lathered his hands with soap and rubbed her shoulders, then reached around to massage her breasts. She purred with satisfaction.
"This is perfect, love. Thanks so much..."
"Mmm--our weekend has only gotten started." Soon the wine arrived, and he poured them each a glass to enjoy in the tub as they waited on the pizza. When it arrived, he patted her dry, wrapped her in a towel. and led her to the bed, where he'd placed the pizza box on another towel as a picnic blanket. They reclined together and ate, though at least half the pizza remained when they were both full. She cuddled against him and they watched part of an old rom com on TV as they finished off the wine. Between the wine, the warmth, and the full stomach, she was struggling to stay awake.
"Is it OK if I fall asleep, Brian?"
"Of course, love..."
"I just don't want you to feel like I'm abandoning you, or depriving you of more sex..."
He laughed. "As long as you're here in the morning, there'll be plenty of time for all the sex I can handle." He kissed her forehead. "You've satisfied me..." She settled deeper into his arms and rested her face against his chest. Her breathing stirred his chest hair slightly as it deepened. Her muscles gave tiny jerks as they relaxed into sleep, "I'm such a lucky man..." he whispered, switching off the TV and closing his eyes.