they reach the lobby

Jake intentionally stayed a few paces back -- it gave him a better view of Abbie. She had a hand extended toward him, and he knew he should catch up, take her hand, and walk into the hotel with her. But he liked watching her move. He liked watching her legs and the way her dress flowed around her thighs. He liked watching the swish of her hips, the curve of her ass. He liked watching her turn and see him and smile.

"Are you coming?" she asked.

Jake snickered, and couldn't resist the dumb joke. "I just did."

Abbie shook her head. "You're lucky I like you. 'Cause that was dumb."

"I know."

"You know you're dumb? Or you know I like you?" Abbie stopped. She was facing Jake, her back to the hotel. There was now more light behind her than in front of her, and her body was a silhouette to Jake.

"I know I'm dumb."

Abbie cocked her head to the side. "Then you're doubly dumb, because also I like you, and you don't seem to know."

Jake shrugged lightly. "Double the dumb, double the charm. Isn't that what they say?"

Abbie laughed and tossed her head back. "Literally no one has ever said that."

"No?" Jake had caught up to her by this point. He took her outstretched hand and they continued on toward the hotel.

"No. I'm in public relations. I know what all the kids say."

"Maybe it's not the kids," Jake joked. "Maybe it's the old people. I'm at least three years older than you, you know."

Abbie squeezed his hand. She was enjoying the silly banter. She enjoyed the sex, of course, but sometimes she liked getting lost in the feeling that she was just on a vacation with a guy -- he's not your boyfriend, Abbie, she said to herself -- and walking around in the cool night air was exactly the sort of vacation-y romance she loved.

They neared the main doors. The lights outside the hotel grew brighter, and Jake took a moment to look Abbie up and down. The skin of her neck and upper chest was very lightly glistening, still just a bit sweaty from earlier. The hair closest to the nape of her neck was moist with sweat. She seemed completely oblivious to it -- or maybe she just liked it and didn't need to comment. Either version gave Jake a smile.

There were guests pulling around in their cars, connecting with the valet team, unpacking luggage, bellhops bringing wheeled wagons around, and more. In short, the front of the hotel was a bit of a bustle, even at this post-dinner hour.

Just before they reached the entrance, Abbie spun around so she was facing Jake. She continued walking backwards alongside him, but as she turned, she put a hand on his chest, rose to her tiptoes, and kissed him.

Jake was caught off guard, but quickly eased into returning the kiss. Despite having just had sex minutes ago, he felt a little twitch in his dick as Abbie gently pushed her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was brief, but full and arousing.

"If you're like this when we get upstairs, I may just have to fuck you all over again," Jake said. He had wanted to make it sound sexier or more romantic or something, but he couldn't find the words.

Abbie gently rubbed her fingertip across his lips, wiping the saliva. "I may just have to let you fuck me all over again."

She winked and spun back around -- only to find herself almost face to face with a bellhop who had just finished loading some luggage onto a cart. The bellhop had obviously overheard, and was blushing a bit as he stared at Abbie.

"That's right. We're going to go upstairs, and I may let him fuck me. Again."

Abbie idly touched the bellhop's chest as she passed by him. Stunned, the bellhop looked at the group. His face reddened and his eyes widened. "That's ... um ... wonderful!" he stammered. Jake just rolled his eyes, and caught up to Abbie just inside the front entrance.

The energy shifted as they went inside. The sounds of the night were replaced with the faint hum of electric lights, the bustle of hotel guests moving through the open space, dragging suitcases, talking to the concierge attendants, chatting idly. The faint ding of the elevators resonated lightly.

No one really paid them any attention, but not for any particular reason. Folks were milling about with purpose, and Abbie and Jake simply stood and watched.

"You know what's fascinating," said Abbie. "We just had sex ... minutes ago ... you're literally dribbling down the inside of my thigh ... and no one here knows that." She surveyed the room, looking around at the various guests coming and going. "By default, everyone here assumes that everyone here is just a plain, ordinary person, and no one is thinking, 'I wonder who here just got fucked in the last ten minutes?'"

Jake chuckled. "Well ... now I'm wondering it."