As I exited baggage claim, I saw her. My heart sorta skipped a beat. She wasn’t dressed in anything sexy or provocative. Just a pair of jeans and a winter jacket. But my heart still skipped that beat.

“Hey there, stranger,” she said, giving me a flirty smile.

“Hey yourself,” I said, walking up to her and giving her a hug.

“Lets go drop off your bag and then find somewhere for dinner.”

We got in her car and she headed towards the airport Ramada where I was booked for the night.

“So, how was your flight?” Jen asked, glancing over at me.

“It was fine. Nothing too exciting. But now that I’m here with you, things are definitely looking up.”

Jen blushed a little at my comment.

“You’re such a charmer, George,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“I’m just speaking the truth,” I said, grinning at her.

As we walked into the hotel lobby, I made my way over to the front desk to check in. I got my room key and turned to Jen.

“Shall we head up to the room to drop my bags?”

She nodded, and we made our way to the elevator. As the doors closed, I felt a sudden rush of nervousness. We had flirted a bit earlier, but now that we were alone together in the hotel, I wasn’t sure what to do.

Jen seemed to sense my hesitation and cleared her throat. “So, how’s things been lately?”

I turned to her, grateful for the change of subject.

“It’s been busy, but good. How about you?”

She shrugged.

“Same old, same old. You know how it is.”

The elevator doors opened and we stepped out onto the fifth floor. I fumbled with the key card for a moment before finally unlocking the door.

As we stepped inside, I took in the room - two queen-sized beds, a TV, a mini-fridge, and a small table with a couple of chairs. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it would do.

“Nice room,” Jen said, breaking the silence.

I nodded, unsure of what to say next. I wanted things to move forward between us, but I didn’t want to make the first move and risk making things awkward.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, gesturing for her to sit down.

Jen hesitated for a moment before settling onto the edge of the bed.

“Do you need to freshen up or anything before we head to dinner?”, I asked.

I watched as Jen stood up and walked towards the bathroom. The sound of the door shutting made me feel even more nervous. I couldn’t believe how awkward I was being. I mean, we both knew why we were here. Why was it so hard for me to make the first move? I heard the sound of her peeing and the toilet flushing, and I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

Jen emerged from the bathroom, and I saw that her cheeks were slightly flushed too. She sat down next to me on the edge of the bed, her shoulder touching mine. I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t want to rush things. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

“Thanks again for picking me up”, I mumbled as I turned to face her. Our faces were only a few inches apart now.

“My pleasure”, she replied a bit awkwardly.

I took a deep breath before I leaned in to kiss her. Jen responded eagerly, her lips meeting mine with a hunger that matched my own. It was like an electric shock running through my body as we kissed, and I could feel the heat building between us.

We pulled back slightly, and I looked into her eyes, still feeling a little breathless.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you at arrivals,” I admitted.

Jen smiled at me, her eyes sparkling.

“I’ve been wanting you to do that too,” she said, before leaning in to kiss me again.

As we kissed, the tension between us started to melt away. I wrapped my arms around Jen’s waist and pulled her closer to me. She responded by running her hands through my hair.

Soon, we found ourselves crawling further up the bed, still kissing. Jen sat up and pulled off her top, revealing a leopard print bra. I couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected sight.

“What’s so funny?” Jen asked, a slight grin on her face.

“Nothing. It’s just ... unexpected”, I replied, still chuckling.

Jen rolled her eyes playfully and leaned in to kiss me again. As our lips met, I felt her hands untucking my shirt and pulling it upwards too. I helped her pull it off. Our bodies were now pressed against each other, and I could feel the softness of her skin against mine. We continued to kiss and explore, our hands roaming freely over each other’s back.

Eventually, Jen pulled away slightly, her breathing heavy.

“I want you,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply as I reached down to unclasp her bra. As I pulled it off, I was struck by the sight of her breasts, full and round, the nipples already hard with desire.

I leaned down and took one of them into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Jen moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure. I moved my attention to her other breast, licking and sucking on it just as eagerly.

As I played with her breasts, I felt her hands running over the front of my trousers. I had been hard for a while, but that was getting seriously uncomfortable as the evening progressed. I broke our kiss and rolled off to the side.

“Do you want me to get rid of these?”, I asked awkwardly, gesturing at my trousers.

Jen giggled.

“Yes please, it’s about time!”

I got up from the bed and quickly removed my trousers and underwear, throwing them haphazardly to the floor. Jen’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of me standing there, completely naked. I felt my cheeks turn hot and red. This was the first time I had been completely naked with her.

I climbed back onto the bed, feeling a little self-conscious. Jen seemed to sense this and pulled me close, running her hands over my chest and stomach.

“Don’t be shy,” she whispered in my ear, before kissing me deeply.

I felt her hand close around my member and she began to stroke me slowly, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I pulled her closer to me, kissing her deeply as she continued to stroke. I wanted nothing more than to feel her hot, wet core wrapped around my cock.

“My turn”, she said as she rolled off the bed and stood in front of me with her hands on her waistband.