In a love hotel with Mila (Part 1)

We walked all the way back to her car in utter silence, but since she was holding onto my arm again, I could be sure that what I’d done at the coffee shop was very much the right choice. I half expected us to just do it in her car, but she sat inthe driver’s seat and started the GPS on the car’s screen. We were going somewhere else entirely.

She drove us further downtown. I saw we were getting close to our destination and started to get a little anxious. Where were we even going? Not her house, I imagined. So unless I was reading the situation all wrong, it could only be…

It was what I thought. A tall, red building with a large sign that very clearly read ‘Love Hotel Intimacy’. Mila drove into the parking lot underground and found a spot in no time.

I found myself fearing the price of a room in this place, but I quickly decided that, since I hadn’t spent a single cent so far in this… outing, I could afford to tap into my savings for this if necessary.

Mila turned to me. “They rent the rooms for three hours, five hours or overnight. The rooms seemed nice enough in the pictures. We can’t stay overnight, and five hours would mean us returning home too late. How about it?”

Alone in a love hotel with Mila for three hours? Where did I have to sign?

“We split the bill,” I said. “I insist.”

“Perfect.” Before exiting the car, Mila grabbed her phone and confirmed her reservation. “We still need to pick up the keys, and we’ll need to show our IDs to confirm we’re 18. But they promise to be discreet in their page. Not like we have anything to hide, but better to be sure, right?”

I nodded and the two of us got out of the car, going up the elevator to the first floor. I admit, I was following Mila because of how out of my depth I was, but given how much she was looking around, I knew she was in the same boat. We approached the front desk, and it was interesting to see that a black screen prevented employees and customers from seeing each other’s faces. There was a small space between the screen and the desk for the necessary interactions.

“H-Hello. I j-just made a reservation,” Mila said. She was tense and stuttering a bit, and I could sympathize so hard. I’d be doing a worse job if I was the one doing the talking.

We showed our IDs, and the voice of a woman spoke to us behind the screen. “I’ve confirmed your reservation. Your room is number 44 on the fourth floor. Here is your key. Remember that we offer four complementary drinks. You can check the drinks menu in your room and call whenever you feel like. A cart with your drinks will be left outside your door after a knock. If you need anything or would like to extend your stay, feel free to call us from the phone in your room.”

Mila took the key and we went to the elevator, and as we waited for it to come down, we both let out long sighs to release some tension.

“Did you get what she said? I kind of spaced out…” Mila said.

“I did.”

I’ll be honest. It was more than a little reassuring to see Mila nervous about, well, anything. It meant we weren’t as different as I thought. Even so, she still did all that. In her place I would’ve tripped over my words.

A soft bell sound signaled the elevator reaching the first floor. There was no one inside. We went in and watched the doors close before us.

Mila took in a deep breath. “Okay…” she muttered.

She stepped in front of me, her face inches away from mine. She put her hands on my chest and I started feeling faint already. She undid the first couple of buttons of my shirt and kissed my neck.

“This is your fault, you know?” she said.

I put my hands on her waist. “You started it.”

“Guess I did.” Mila giggled and kissed down my neck to my collarbone. “You make me want to get all dirty and risky.”

So I wasn’t the only one. “Same here.”

My hands went under Mila’s skirt and grabbed her ass. She sucked in a breath and undid another button of my shirt.

“I told you I’d lick this chest today, didn’t I?” And so she did. She started running her tongue on me, slowly and planting kisses every so often.

The sound of the elevator going up and Mila’s breathing were all I could hear. I let her do as she wanted, resisting my deeper instincts. Just a little longer, Oliver. Just a little longer.

The elevator doors opened, leaving us on the fourth floor. Mila **** herself to pull away so we could properly search for room 44, finding it two doors away from the elevator, on the left side of the hallway. Mila used the key to open it and stepped in.

I gave the room a quick glance. It was small, with a double bed against the farthest wall. White walls and light laminate flooring. Another door led to a small bathroom. There were beige curtains over the windows, a small table for two in the corner, a small TV above it, and finally, a large mirror on the wall to the right of the bed. It wasn’t fancy, but it was clean and served its purpose.

I heard the door locking, and it was like the gunshot that announced the start of the race. I turned to Mila and lifted her up, carrying her bridal style.

“Eep!” she yelped in surprise.

Was she light or was it was my newfound strength that let me do it? I got the feeling it was mostly the latter, that THIS was what my strength was meant for. My body was burning with desire, and I let those be my guide. I dropped Mila on the bed and followed after her. I got on top of her and locked my lips with hers.

The dam broke for both of us. We made out like we were trying to devour each other. I got one of my arms behind Mila while my other hand fondled her tits through her top. Meanwhile, she worked on my shirt, undoing every button until she had full access to my chest.

My tongue rolled around hers and tasted every bit of her mouth. She moaned loudly, now unrestrained. We weren’t in school or in a public place. We could be as loud as we wanted.

The erection in my pants pushed obscenely against her crotch. I pulled away from the kiss for a moment. I needed to look at her face, to see her expression. Those dizzied eyes full of desire mirrored mine.

“I’m on the pill now, Oliver. No need for more foreplay. Do with me what you want. Just fuck me. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

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