Not a Room in the House
by Night Wing

	When I came to New York on business I always stayed in 
the same hotel, the St. James a small elegant establishment 
on the upper east side. It was very European and discrete and 
I always made a point of booking the same rooms on every 
visit, a comfortable two room penthouse suite.

	On this particular evening I was late checking in, the 
plane from San Francisco was delayed by weather, and it was 
nearly 10 p.m. by the time my limo arrived from the airport.

	By this hour of the night the hotel was usually very 
quiet, and I was surprised when I came in the door to see an 
attractive, well-dressed woman in her early 50's standing at 
the front desk in some considerable distress. Her 
reservations had somehow been confused by her travel agent, 
and she now found herself in New York, late at night with no 
place to stay.

	As I walked in the night manager recognized me and 
greeted me with a cordial, "good evening Mr. Morgan, I'm just 
sorting out matters with this lady....it won't be another 
minute."

	It was clear that "sorting out" meant that this lovely 
lady was being politely turned out of the premises. It seemed 
such a shame.

	"John I don't like to interject myself into this 
discussion," I said politely, "but perhaps I could provide a 
solution that wouldn't involve this lovely lady having to 
stay in some flop house in Times Square."

	Turning towards me for the first time she looked at me 
with a questioning expression and said,"a solution?"

	"Allow me to introduce myself my name is Christian 
Morgan, but my friends call me Chris. I have a two bedroom 
suite booked for the week and I won't be needing the second 
room for another four days. You are welcome to it for a day 
or two.....until you can get your lodging situation 
appropriately straightened out. I assure you I am a 
gentleman. I'm a widower, and you would be very safe. They 
know me here very well....right John?"

	"Oh yes," the night manager said, "Mr. Morgan is one of 
our very best clients."

	"My name is Elena, Elena Jordan," she said looking 
greatly relieved, "I wouldn't normally accept your offer but 
I really am in quite a fix. I'm divorced so there would not 
be even a hint of indiscretion."

	"Well it's settled then," I said smiling turning 
towards the manager, "John if you could have our bags brought 
upstairs, Ms. Jordan and I will go up now."

	"Yes, absolutely," Mr. Morgan he said handing me two 
keys.

	"Shall we?" I asked moving towards the elevators. 
Smiling broadly she walked ahead of me into the small oak 
paneled elevator. I hadn't studied her very carefully before, 
but as we rode up in the small lift it became very obvious to 
me that Elena was an extremely attractive woman.

	She was wearing a long brown leather coat, under which 
I could see a knee length cashmere skirt and a cream colored 
silk blouse. She appeared very athletic, and wore just a 
touch of make-up. Her chestnut brown hair hung loose around 
her shoulders and a could smell a faint trace of Chanel No. 
5. Her clothes were expensive and she carried herself with 
grace and style. Ms. Jordan was clearly a very sophisticated 
and elegant woman.

	When the doors opened I directed her down the short 
hall to the double doors of my suite. Unlocking them I 
proceeded in front of her into the darkened room. The blue-
green lights of the city flooded the living room casting long 
shadows across the floor. When I flicked a light switch on 
the wall a soft yellow light filled the room revealing a 
small comfortable living room tastefully decorated with a few 
nice antiques, a large comfortable sofa and two matching 
chairs.

	"You're room is through there," I said, "I hope you 
will find it satisfactory. Mine is down this hall here. 
Please make yourself at home."

	"This is perfectly beautiful," she said smiling 
broadly, "I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate 
your consideration."


	"Well I couldn't very well leave you in the lobby," I 
said, "please say no more." As I spoke the bellman arrived 
with our bags and quickly took them to our respective rooms.

	After he left it occurred to me that I hadn't eaten in 
eight hours and was feeling the need for a late supper.

	"Elena," I said, "I'm going to order a late supper and 
I was wondering if I could offer you some?"

	"You're very sweet," she said smiling, "that would be 
lovely. I think I might freshen up while we wait, however."

	"I quite agree," I said, "at this hour it shouldn't 
take more than a few minutes."

	I called room service for a cold supper for two and a 
nice bottle of champagne and then went into my room, 
unpacked, shaved and took off my coat and tie. By the time I 
was finished I heard a knock on the door. Opening it I 
greeted the waiter and allowed him to lay out our supper on a 
small table. His last task was to open the wine and return it 
to a cold ice-bucket next to the table.

	As he was leaving, Elena appeared.. She had shed her 
coat and shoes and washed the make-up from her face. I was 
conscious that she had put on some more perfume and, given 
the hour, she looked stunning.

	"Would you a glass of wine before supper Elena?"

	"Mmmmmm yes please," she said smiling, "that would be 
wonderful."

	Pouring two glasses of wine I invited her to make 
herself comfortable on the sofa. Sitting down, she curled her 
legs under her, revealing a glimpse of her upper thigh. As we 
sat and talked she ran her fingers through her hair and 
almost unconsciously unfastened the top button on her blouse 
-- revealing the swell of her full breasts.

	My intentions had been totally honorable when I met 
Elena in the lobby, but sitting here different thoughts were 
now crossing my mind.

	"Let me bring you a plate of supper, I said.
	
	"On thanks," she said, "I'm starved."

	I fixed two plates of cold roast beef, salad, fresh 
strawberries and whipped cream. Carrying them over, I offered 
one to her. Taking it from me, her hand rested on mine longer 
than seemed necessary -- sending an unexpected tingle of 
electricity up my arm. This evening appeared to be heading in 
a direction I hadn't anticipated. After we finished the food, 
I put the bowls of strawberries and whip cream on the table 
between us, and poured us both a third glass of the 
wonderful, cold, champagne.

	The late hour and the wine were making us tipsy, and I 
was beginning to have decidedly indecent thoughts about 
Elena. Moving to the stereo I turned on a local jazz station. 
They were playing some smoky, sexy, late night jazz and it 
did nothing to dispel the mood.

	Moving back to my chair, I watched Elena slowly dip 
strawberries in the cream and place them between her moist, 
parted lips. Her actions were very seductive, intended or 
not, and they were making my cock swell in my pants.  Taking 
a particularly large berry, she covered it with the whipped 
cream and raised it to her lips, only to have a large dollop 
of whipped cream fall into the valley between her breasts.

	"Oh god," she giggled, "look what I have done." 
Reaching for a napkin from the table she undid two more 
buttons on her blouse fully revealing a beautiful pair of 
pear shaped breasts, framed by a sheer, black lace bra.

	I couldn't help but stare and she quickly noticed.

	"Oh Chris," I apologize she said giggling again, "this 
must look terrible."

	"Well Elena....terrible....wasn't the word that had 
come to my mind. You are a very lovely woman....and I am 
greatly enjoying your company."

	"Oh you're  so charming," she said standing up, "would 
you dance with me? I love this music and I would love to 
dance."


	She made no effort to close her blouse, but moved 
instead to the center of the room, and slowly swayed back and 
forth to the rhythms of some wonderful Latin music -- her 
arms outstretched.

	Two  hours  before  I  had  planned  on   having  
dinner and  going  to bed -- it was clear this evening was 
going to end very differently.

	Walking over to her, I took her in my arms and pulled 
her close. Invitingly, she wrapped her arms tightly around my 
back. The music was Antonio Carlos Joabim and we just rocked 
back and forth moving slowly around the room. I could  feel  
her  erect nipples  pressing  through  the  thin  material  
of  her bra -- rubbing against my chest. The sensations 
combined with the intoxicating scent of her perfume was 
having a powerful effect on me. My penis was getting hard and 
I was no longer making any effort to conceal my arousal from 
Elena.

	"Oooooo Chris," she whispered in my ear,"I love the way 
that that feels. I haven't danced like this in years." As she 
spoke, she began to grind her hips against me, and after a 
minute she raised her head and moistened her lips with the 
tip of her tongue. Bending down I lightly kissed her, teasing 
her tongue with my own. 

	We weren't really dancing anymore. We were making 
leisurely love. As we kissed I pulled Elena's blouse out of 
the waistband of her skirt and unbuttoned the final three 
buttons. Then, reaching behind her I found the zipper on her 
skirt and slowly snaked it down, as Elena wiggled her hips 
allowing it to fall to the floor.

	She was wearing a tiny pair of lace, bikini panties 
that revealed long, strong legs and a small firm ass. As I 
had been working on her skirt she had been removing my shirt, 
unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants and running her 
fingers over the outside of my shorts -- massaging my stiff 
penis. Kissing her deeper I carefully slipped Elena's blouse 
off her shoulders and tossed it on a nearby chair.

	"I hadn't planned on this," she murmured as she rubbed 
the crotch of her panties against my erect penis, "I want you 
to know that. I'm not as easy as I might appear."


	"The best sex is spontaneous sex," I said unfastening 
the hooks on her bra, "I didn't offer you a room to get you 
in my bed," pulling the small lace bra off her shoulders 
baring her almost perfect breasts.

	"Mmmmmm." she moaned slowly pulling down my underwear 
working it over my stiff, swollen member, then down and off 
my legs, "is that where we're going, or are we going to do it 
here?"

	"Here first," I said slipping my fingers inside the 
elastic waistband of her panties -- sliding them off her hips 
-- exposing a thatch of soft, dark brown hair between her 
legs -- tugging them slowly to her knees.

	Kissing her neck I allowed my tongue to trail down 
between her breasts and over her nipples, biting and nibbling 
on each, pulling on them with my teeth making them swollen 
and erect. Placing my hands on her naked hips, I moved my 
tongue lower, drifting over her firm belly teasing her navel. 
Her skin smelled of sandalwood and was velvety soft. Dropping 
to  my  knees,  I  allowed  my  tongue  to  find  the  true  
object of  my attentions -- the triangle of moist, brown hair 
framed by Elena's firm thighs. Burying my thumbs in the soft 
tangle, I felt for her labia and slowly parted them revealing 
her large swollen clit. Her honey poured from between her 
lips and she shuddered at my touch.

	"Oooooooo Chris," she whimpered spreading her legs 
further, opening herself more to my searching tongue, "I 
lovvvveeee that sooooooo much."

	Moving my hands behind her I began to massage the firm 
cheeks of her bottom -- kneading them -- exploring every 
inch, allowing a finger to drift between her cheeks, as I 
buried my tongue deep inside her moist, hungry vagina. 
Pressing her even closer, I alternated between nibbling and 
sucking  on  her   swollen  clit   and   burying    my   
tongue   deep   inside her -- lapping her honey -- inhaling 
her musk.........making her crazy.

	Elena was lost in the sensations, panting and moaning, 
thrusting her hips against my face.

	Dipping a finger in her pussy, I moistened it, covered 
it with her honey. Being adequately lubricated, I slipped it 
between the cheeks of her ass and felt for her tiny rosebud. 
Locating it I slipped the tip of my  finger

inside -- an inch no more -- and gently moved it in and out. 
She was very close to climaxing and the added sensation of my 
finger teasing her delicate ass brought her over the top.

	In a series of guttural groans and convulsions Elena 
came violently against my face. I could feel her spasms not 
only with my tongue but with my finger that was now buried in 
her bottom.

	"Aaaaaghhhhh, ooooooooo...........jessssssussssss," she 
moaned, "ohhhh lordddddd Chrisssssss..........ooooooo that 
was wonderful."

	Standing up I took her in my arms and pulled her close. 
Bending down, I kissed her deeply.

	Looking up, she smiled at me and said, "you have a very 
talented tongue Christian.....most men aren't such dedicated 
practioners of the art of oral gratification."

	Without saying a word, I picked Elena up in my arms and 
carried her to my bedroom. Laying her on the big bed I went 
to the window and opened the drapes bathing the room in the 
bright, city lights. Turning back towards her I saw that she 
had propped herself up on one elbow. Her body was washed with 
the blue-green light. Running a hand slowly over her legs and 
then between her thighs, she teased herself for my benefit. I 
watched for a minute stroking my cock, enjoying the 
anticipation of the approaching pleasure.

	"I think we can do better together," she said rolling 
onto her back, pulling her legs back and spreading them wide, 
"I must know how you will feel inside 
me.........NOW.......Chris."

	Moving to the bed, I crawled between her legs, kneeling 
in front of her. Taking the swollen, purple tip of my penis 
in my hand, I slipped it just inside the pouting lips of her 
vagina. She groaned as I entered her, but it was not my 
intention for this to be quick. Pulling it out I ran it up 
and down her wet, distended labia, brushing her clit and 
running it across her flat belly. Arching her hips off the 
bed she made every possible effort to capture my cock and 
take it deep inside her.

	"Slowly Elena," I whispered, "very slowly."

	"Oh Goddddd Chris," she whimpered.

	For the next few minutes I slipped myself a little 
deeper inside her....and then pulled out. With my every 
motion Elena became hotter and hotter, writhing on the bed 
under me, doing everything she could to take my dick all the 
way inside her. After ten minutes she was thrashing and 
groaning, mesmerized by the pleasurable erotic torture.

	"Please Chris," she begged thrusting her hips towards 
me doing everything she could to capture my cock,"please take 
me NOW."

	Unwilling to extend the torment any longer, I reached 
under her, grabbed the firm cheeks of her ass in my hands, 
and pulled her onto me with one swift, savage motion, causing 
Elena to gasp and scream. Lying on top of her I began to flex 
my hips in an and out of her tight, moist pussy. Moving my 
dick in large, slow circles, I slammed myself into her, 
making the springs on the bed squeal and causing Elena to 
pant under me. Raising herself off the bed she slammed her 
hips against mine, challenging me like a well conditioned 
athlete. 

	She was possessed and together we were lost in a few 
brief minutes of intense, perfectly coordinated fucking. 
Tossing her head back she began to moan at the approach of 
her climax. Following her lead I thrust myself into her 
harder than before, drawing the juice from my 
balls.........shooting a torrent of white hot cum deep inside 
her as she exploded in a wild series of violent, rolling 
orgasms. Incredibly she slammed her hips against me harder 
and harder for another few seconds and then screaming 
collapsed on the bed , eyes closed, in total release.

	After a moment she opened her eyes and just looked at 
me. "Have you ever thought about pursuing this as a career," 
she asked giggling a little, "I think you could probably earn 
an incredible living."

	"I do that already," I said smiling.

	"Yes I gathered," she said laughing. "But honestly 
Chris, you are what every woman dreams about. I mean there 
are things I would consider doing with you that I would never 
do with another man."

	"Oh really?" I said intrigued. Elena struck me as a 
woman who had fully explored her own sexuality.

	"Mmmmmmm yessss," she said. "let me collect myself for 
a minute and then I will tell you, if you are interested."

	"When it comes to satisfying a woman Elena," I am 
always interested, " I think there may be one glass of wine 
left....would you like to share it?"

	"That would be nice," she said.

	Slowly I withdrew my semi-erect penis from her still 
spasming pussy, rolled off of her and padded into the living 
room. Pouring the last glass of wine I dimmed the lights and 
returned to the bedroom.

	Handing the glass to Elena I crawled into the bed next 
to her. "So tell me what it is that you've always wanted to 
do?" I asked.

	"It's a little embarrassing, some people might think it 
vulgar, but it is always something that I've fantasized 
about.......and when you put your finger in my 
bottom........well......I started thinking about it again."

	I immediately knew where she was headed. "Anal sex?" I 
asked quietly, "that's it isn't it Elena?"

	"Ohhhhh yesss Chrissss, yesssssss," she said beginning 
to breathe faster, "but I've never been with a man that I 
trusted to do it right.....not hurt me too much, you know?  
Have you done it before  Chris?"

	"Many times love," I said, "but you must know  no 
matter who gentle I am there is a certain amount of initial 
pain.......but then there can be great satisfaction."

	"That's always what I hoped, " she said trailing her 
hand between my legs feeling for my cock.

	"And I don't have the appropriate lubricant 
jelly......there are alternatives but you might find them 
distasteful."

	"Alternatives?" she asked.

	"Well I would use my tongue and saliva, and some of 
your natural lubrication," I said carefully, "some women 
prefer it."

	"You would do that?" she asked clearly aroused by the 
idea, "I'm very clean....I had a quick shower when we arrived 
and I always clean there."

	"Yes," I said rolling her on to her side facing me, 
"happily....I would like to devour every inch of you. But 
please if the pain is too great tell me to stop."

	"I will," she said pulling my lips to hers kissing me 
deeply, "show me now pleassssse, take me, I want you to be my 
first...there."

	Rolling her onto her belly diagonally across the bed, I 
took a large soft pillow  and slipped it under her hips. 
Spreading her legs, I crawled back between them and parted 
the cheeks of her ass fully exposing her delicate rosebud. 
Making myself comfortable I bent forward and slowly began to 
run my tongue in long slow circles over the smooth skin of 
her bottom. After a minute or two, I allowed it to wander 
into the small valley between her cheeks. At first I just 
brushed her little button. The sensation made her squirm and 
moan quietly.

	"Are you sure Elena?" I asked quietly.

	"Lordddd yesssss Chris." she said.

	Becoming more aggressive I slipped my tongue insider 
her causing her to twitch all the more. Meanwhile my free 
hand explored between her legs, feeling for the wetness I was 
sure was there. Burying three fingers deep inside her I 
soaked them with her juices. The combination of my attentions 
to her ass and her vagina were making Elena very hot. 

	I generously lubricated her ass with my saliva and then 
slipped my two honey soaked fingers inside as well covering 
her with a viscous lubricant, while stretching her virgin 
rosebud at the same time.

	It was time.

	Pulling her to her knees, I slipped my penis inside her 
pussy to cover it with her honey. Then I covered it with a 
liberal amount of saliva making it as slippery as possible.

	Looking at her for a second made me even more aroused. 
She had spread her legs wide, dropped her shoulders onto the 
mattress  and  had  spread  the      cheeks  of  her   bottom   
wide  apart for me -- shamelessly exposing herself for my 
penetration.

	Taking my cock in my hand I pressed it to her tiny 
rosebud, waiting just a second before flexing my hips and 
thrusting it in. She screamed in pain as I was sure she was  
going to, and I remained motionless waiting for her reaction.

	"It hurtttts, oh Chris........it hurtssss," she said 
whimpering a little, "but it feels wonderful tooooo."

	Very slowly I began to stroke in and out of her bottom, 
while Elena busily worked a hand between her legs.

	"I can feel every nerve ending," she gasped, "I can 
feel every inch of you against me........ohhhhh......it still 
hurts just a little but it feels exquisite."

	"I want to come with you Elena," I said bending my lips 
to touch her ear," so I need you to tell me when you are 
close......O.K.?"

	Quickening my rhythm just a little, I buried my cock as 
deep inside her as I could........and incredibly as I moved 
Elena would squeeze it -- tease it -- with her muscles. 
Laying my body against her back I looked over at a large 
mirror on the wall. The sight of our bodies so tightly 
joined, thrusting against one another was wildly erotic -- 
the proverbial horse with two backs.

	"I'm close," Elena panted, "very close....I want you to 
come nowwwwww.......come with meee."

	Needing no further encouragement, I accelerated my pace 
even more driving for my own orgasm. Suddenly under me Elena 
was rocked by a series of violent orgasms, shuddering and 
moaning with intense pleasure. With two more deep strokes I 
came as well shooting a hot load of cum deep into her bowels 
-- her anus contracting with the spasms of her own climax.

	Grabbing her breasts, I flexed my hips hard a few more 
times seeking to totally satisfy the both of us. After a few 
seconds our bodies ceased and we lay quiet, my penis still 
firmly embedded in Elena's bottom.

	"Leave it there for a little while," she murmured, 
"until you are limp. I want to feel you."

	For a minute or two we lay intertwined, silent, 
drifitng in the afterglow. And then I wanted her in my arms 
so I gently eased myself out of her bottom and took her in my 
arms.

	We kissed lightly, tongues playing wonderful games, 
bathed in each other's sweat, satiated -- exhausted.

	When I awoke in the morning she was gone. On the 
pillow, however, was a note with her phone number:

		Christian:
			I have never had a night like that in my 
life.
			You are the best lover a woman could ever
			have. I had an early meeting and a plane to
			catch, but I hope we can meet again. I come
			to New York often -- perhaps we can meet
			again?

						Yours forever,
						      Elena