Abbie and Jake go for a stroll

"So ... what did you have in mind next, Mister I Want To Have Sex With Abbie In Lots Of Ways?" Abbie asked Jake as they walked away from the table.

Jake cackled. "Oh, I like my new name. Thank you for that."

Abbie shrugged. "You're the one who promised that as our agenda. I'm just waiting to find out what's in store!"

Jake paused for a moment. "Let's see." He glanced around, looking vaguely in the direction of different thoughts. "There's the bar over there. Oh, there's the elevator, that could be exciting."

"Jake, those are so public!" Abbie blushed.

Jake nodded. "Yeah, maybe. But maybe there are ways."

"I have to say," Abbie began, walking closer to Jake and putting her hands on his arms. "Your sense of adventure is turning me on." She looked at him, her blue eyes wide and glistening.

Jake inhaled sharply.

"I think it's turning you on too," she said. She subtly moved a hand down his front and lightly brushed against his pants. "Mm-hm, I was right." She pressed her palm down against his pants, feeling him stiffening at her touch.

Jake swallowed. "I'm pretty sure it's the hot redhead that's turning me on, but I guess it could be both."

They had passed through most of the dining room, and stood back by the entrance to the restaurant again. Abbie squeezed him, and then let go. She patted his chest, and bounced around a bit to face him. "Okay, Jake. What do we do next?"

"Honestly, part of me wants to just go straight to our room and rip off your clothes."

Abbie breathed deeply. "Ooh, that sounds good." She stared into his eyes.

"Part of me wants to lift up your dress and throw you against that wall." Jake looked across the dining room. "Ignoring all these patrons, of course."

"Of course," agreed Abbie with a sigh that caught her breath, looking at the wall briefly, but then back at Jake. "We could do that."

Jake chuckled. "Are you serious?"

Abbie nodded. "Uh-huh. Do you think I would stop you?"

Jake glanced around again. "Maybe?"

Abbie shook her head. "I wouldn't."

"My god, Abbie, you can't say that sort of thing to me!"

Abbie laughed. "Why not?"

"I mean, what if I actually did that?"

Abbie shrugged. "What if you did? Imagine the thrill of it!"

Jake's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you for real?"

"Jake," she said, touching his face gently. "I'm always for real." She leaned up and kissed him, then grabbed his hand and led them out of the restaurant and into the hallway.

They were halfway to the elevator when Jake said, "Can I kiss you again?"

Abbie turned and smiled at him, bemused by the request. "Of course you can." She tilted her head up, giving him a proper angle.

"That last kiss as we left the restaurant -- it left me needing more."

Abbie held his hands tightly. "Take all you want." She closed her eyes, eagerly awaiting Jake's lips. He slowly lowered his head and touching his lips to hers. In sync, they each parted their mouths slightly, their tongues pressing up against one another. Abbie moved her arms around Jake's back, and Jake's hands slid down and cupped Abbie's ass.

Jake pulled his head back for a moment. "Mm, nice reminder that you're not wearing panties." He ran his palms along her ass, touching where he otherwise might have felt her underwear through the dress.

"Ah, the token," said Abbie, as they stepped into the elevator.

"Indeed." Jake felt unable to stop groping Abbie's body. He moved one hand higher up her back.

"What if I slipped inside the dress?" he asked with a smirk.

"What if you did?" echoed Abbie playfully.

"Can I?"

"Will you?" Abbie stretched her legs to rise higher, standing on her tiptoes, making it both easier for her to kiss him, but harder for him to reach down the back of her dress and touch her bare ass.

Jake laughed. "Only if you behave!"

Abbie kissed him and relaxed her posture. "And if I don't behave?"

"Well," said Jake, "I might have to give you a spanking."

Abbie wiggled her hips joyfully. "Looks like you're feeling up my ass either way!"

Jake's face reddened a bit. "Ooh, good one." They had reached the lobby, and the elevator doors opened. "Let's get some air."

They walked together through the lobby and out the back doors of the hotel, which opened onto something of a wide patio. The stone tile of the patio extended off in several different directions, each one becoming a walking path. It was clear that two of them led around the perimeter of the hotel.

Abbie walked just a step or two ahead of Jake, skipping from time to time, clearly enjoying herself. "It's such a beautiful night! Look, the sky is clear. Do you know constellations?"

Jake put on a mock air of expertise. "Oh, of course I do." He pointed at the sky. "Those three stars make up the left foot of Gigantus Astrologus, the most important of the Greek overlords."

"Ah yes," said Abbie. "The great Greek overlords who had fake Latin names."

"Oh, so you've heard of them too?"

Abbie smiled and spun around. "I've got two degrees, my young friend."

"And I'm four years older than you ..." began Jake. "... which makes no fucking difference because, whatever!"

Abbie reached back and grabbed Jake's hand, pulling him to catch up to her as they moseyed along the path. They walked together, hand in hand, and Jake couldn't stop thinking about how this felt more like a romance than a fling; he couldn't stop thinking that holding hands with Abbie felt more truthfully intimate than any of the sex they'd had in their however-many-months-it-had-been; he couldn't stop thinking about how earlier, at dinner, he had said, if I asked you to be my girlfriend, you would say yes, and she said that she would.

He knew enough not to ask, but he couldn't help fantasizing about it. Who would have thought that being with someone like this, someone who I can fuck anytime, anywhere -- that I would be fantasizing about a relationship? Jake thought.

The footprint of the hotel itself had many different branches, maximizing good window views for as many rooms as possible. While most of the floors above were guest rooms, the first floor was a variety of restaurants, lounges, conference spaces, access points to the lobby inside, to the pool outside, and more.

As Jake and Abbie meandered around outside, they realized that the walkway they were on basically circled the outline of the hotel, but also broke off at various points to lead to other parts of the hotel property. Some of the paths ran straight through open guest areas (outdoor restaurant seating, for example), while others were at a slight distance from the building itself, usually separated by trees, shrubs, flowers, gardens, or other foliage.

They arrived at a split in the path, and paused for a moment. Jake squeezed Abbie's hand just a bit, and she looked at him, smiling. "Which way do you want to go?" she asked.