The Hotel

It was only at that moment that I realized that I had Nicky in a death grip. When I let her go, I could feel my hands shaking.

"Just breathe deeply," Nicky said. "We're safe now."

Ten minutes or so later, after several turns, we were parked. Kurt opened the back door, flipped down the back seat, and helped Nicky and I out of the trunk. As I got out of the car, I saw that we were in a parking garage and looked around for slavers or a drone but didn't see anyone or anything at all.

"Do you see anyone? Kurt asked Nicky as he opened the trunk.

"No."

"Shield me," Kurt said.

Nicky grabbed me, pulled me close, and gave me a hug while Kurt yanked off the fake license plate he'd glued overtop the real one, tossed the counterfeit plate in the trunk. He then went to the front of the car, tore off the phony plate, threw it in the trunk as well and shut it.

I looked up to see a security camera in the distance whose view Nicky and I had blocked.

"Don't look at it," Nicky said. "Just act natural."

"Let's go," Kurt said and I began brushing myself off as we walked. Signs indicated that the parking garage was reserved for the guests of the Hotel Luran, a luxury hotel a few miles from the park.

"How'd it go?" Kurt asked. "Any problems?"

"No," Nicky answered casually. "It was a piece of cake."

Stunned, I stared at Nicky in utter disbelief. Kurt caught my expression and smirked.

"Then what do you call that?" Kurt said pointing to a prodigious bruise on Nicky's right elbow and forearm.

Nicky looked down, inspected the bruise, and scoffed, "Uh, it's nothing; just some rough sex with a Chrysler."

"Really?" Kurt teased. "I'm jealous. Are you OK."

"Never better."

We entered the hotel and took the elevator to the 7th floor. Kurt smiled as he used his card key on the room at the end of the hall.

"I rented the bridal suite," he said. As soon as we entered the room, Kurt hung the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door, shut the door, and locked the deadbolt. "We'll hang out here until you hear from Attila."

Pinning Kurt against the wall, Nicky wasted no time in expressing her gratitude. She kissed him - not just a 'hi, how are you,' type of kiss but the type of the kiss that got a man tight in the pants and up like a flagpole every time. She was good at that, damn good. And, judging from the bulge in his pants, it wasn't difficult to see that Kurt hadn't lost his passion for Nicky.

As he kissed her back, she moaned quietly in ecstasy and desire and squeezed her body against his as hard as she could. I tried not to be jealous as I watched Kurt fondle Nicky's ass but I couldn't help it and I wished I was him. Then Nicky stripped off her T-shirt and kissed Kurt again with the type of kiss that wasn't just whispering "thank you," it was screaming "fuck me now."

As Nicky began unbuckling the belt to Kurt's pants, Kurt shot a glance my way. Not knowing what else to do and having nowhere else to go, I was just standing there watching the show.

"Just a second," Nicky said and then she reached down and caressed the bulge in Kurt's pants. Talking to the bulge, Nicky said, "Don't go away, I'll be right back."

Taking my hand, Nicky led me to the bathroom and sat me down on the bathtub.

"Just wait here," Nicky said. "I've got a little something I've got to take care of."

As Nicky started to leave the bathroom, she noticed that the bathroom door opened outward and had a mirror on it. She looked back at me, smiled a mischievous smile, and then deliberately left the door open and lined the mirror up until she was satisfied with the angle.

As Nicky left, I looked up in the mirror in front of me and was instantly startled. My hair was frightful, a complete mess. Looking for a comb or something I noticed the reflection on the mirror on the bathroom door that Nicky left deliberately open. To my amazement, she'd lined it up with a view to the bed, the bed that she and Kurt were about to make love in. Kurt was already completely undressed and standing beside the bed at full salute. Nicky finished undressing, embraced him and they kissed again before she threw back the covers, pushed Kurt into the bed and climbed in the bed as well.

They kissed, giggled, and caressed for a few minutes before Nicky climbed on top and mounted Little Kurt. I wasn't surprised. I'd have bet anything that she'd be the one on top. Nicky liked action and loved to take charge. Pinning Kurt's shoulders down with her hands, Nicky started moving her hips in long rhythmic strokes. Beginning slowly, she gradually quickened the pace. As Kurt grabbed her ass and closed his eyes, Nicky glanced back over her shoulder at me, we made eye contact, and she smiled.

To my shock, she was clearly enjoying the audience and wanted me to watch. Then Nicky really started to put on a show. She reached over to the nightstand, found the cellphone she'd purchased for the escape, and turned on some music. Surprisingly, she'd actually taken the time to download her favorite lovemaking music on her escape phone.

Beginning slowly and sensuously, Nicky's hips started to dance on top of Kurt's loins. She knew how to belly dance and I thought she'd learned how to do it on the dance floor but, watching her pleasure Kurt, I wondered if she actually mastered the art in the bedroom. With Little Kurt standing erect inside her, Nicky picked up the beat and really started stroking. Sweat glistening off her naked body, Nicky ceased belly dancing on Kurt and began undulating on top of him, a tango with her entire athletic physique, playfully, keeping time with the music.

Kurt grabbed her hips and he began thrusting Little Kurt deep inside Nicky in long, quick strokes with their bodies making the clapping noise that wet bodies make as they slap together. Nicky began to purse her lips and look serious, even pained while Kurt closed his eyes and began grunting in time with his strokes.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh."

With his strokes becoming longer and more powerful in each thrust, Kurt was pounding Nicky in the air each time he lunged upward only to have Nicky immediately plunge downward on little Kurt again.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, with the headboard pounding, sweat dripping, Nicky and Kurt grunting, and the bed vibrating to the point it seemed destined to break apart, the two lovers' pace reached a feverish crescendo until Nicky threw herself onto Kurt, grabbed his hair with both hands, and began grinding her clit on top of him in a raw and animalistic way almost like a dog humping a leg but faster and more intense; her face gnarled as if she were in pain. I had to fight the urge to shove my hand in my panties and pleasure myself as well.

No longer playful, Nicky and Kurt stopped dancing and started seriously fucking, taking maximum pleasure from the other's body. Watching Nicky give way to her most erogenous of desires as she used Kurt's body like a sex toy was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen and I'd have given anything to be Kurt at that moment, to feel her tremble in orgasmic pleasure, and to hold her as she came. I wanted to be her lover not just her voyeur but I'd take what I could get.

Every muscle in Nicky's athletic body seemed to flex at once, she arched her back, squeezed her eyes shut, she began to quiver, her body suddenly stiffened, and she gasped as she quaked in orgasmic delight. Her muscles spasmed to the point that the entire bed trembled and the headboard rattled slightly. It wasn't long thereafter that Kurt's hips began thrusting as deep and as hard as he could into Nicky, using every bit of energy he could muster in every plunge, his face turned red, he began grunting loudly as he came as well.

As Nicky and Kurt began to cuddle and whisper to each other, undoubtedly praising the other's amazing sexual skills, I looked away, wishing that it was me in that bed enjoying the sensuous luxury of Nicky's naked sweaty body against me as she told me how much she loved me and how much I satisfied her sexually.

Moving out of sight of the bed, I stripped to my bra and panties, hung up my clothes on towel hooks, found a washcloth, wet it, and began the considerable task of trying to clean up my shirt, my shoes and my suit.

They were filthy but I had no other clothes to wear. About 20 minutes later, just as I was finishing off sponging off the last of the mud and debris from my clothes, Nicky appeared in the doorway. Still naked, she smiled at me.

"Come with me," Nicky said. "There's something we all need to discuss." Nicky took me by the hand started to pull me out of the bathroom. Clad only in my bare essentials, I resisted.

"I'm not dressed."