Chapter 11: Lori and Roger

She walked down the hall of the Grand Sheraton on the 32nd floor and found room 3244. Pausing for a moment, she knocked four times. The door opened within a few seconds.

“Trinity! It’s really you! How long has it been, three years?” The well-dressed man smiled and held his arm out to welcome the beautiful blonde inside.

“It’s been three years and three months, Roger. I checked,” she answered, smiling warmly. Trinity was wearing a sexy, stylish lavender halter top that fit her incredible body like a glove. It had the effect of being very classy but sexy as hell without being slutty. The halter was woven from tightly covering her magnificent breasts into a thin single wrap around her neck, displaying the smooth skin of her naked back, the jumper dropping nearly to her bubble butt buns. The amount of naked skin was breathtaking. Her curvy D-sized breasts stood proudly outward, her nipples pointing with nowhere to hide, as the clothing hugged her core, perfectly showing off her slender waist, shapely hips, and sexy legs. It fit her body so perfectly that she was showing a clear outline of a camel toe between her thighs.

He took a long stare, his eyes slowly going down to her sandal-wrapped feet, stopping at her camel toe, and then taking their time to appreciate every precious curve.

“You are one of the finest women I’ve ever seen in my life. Please, come in, dear,” he smiled. As she passed him, he wrapped his strong arms around her and gave her a tight, sincere hug and a long kiss. As they broke it, he continued to hold her as he deeply sniffed her shiny blonde hair.

“You smell divine, Trinity. Your scent is overwhelmingly feminine.”

Trinity smiled. It was the same old Roger. A little more salt in his salt and pepper hair, but the same kind, if sometimes overdriven, soul he always was. They continued to walk arm in arm as they made their way to the sofa in the upscale suite.

“When DJ told me that you were back working again, I could hardly believe my luck. I heard bits and pieces from the other girls, as well as Alexis. She was my go-to girl over the last six months or so when all of you original girls were seemingly never around, and the housewives were doing double duty. Alexis reminded me so much of Samantha when I first began seeing her. It’s uncanny how they not only look alike but also act similarly.”

Trinity nodded in agreement. “You aren’t the first client who has said that, Roger. I concur.”

They sat together, Roger staring into her eyes, a warm smile on his face that wouldn’t go away.

“Let me look at you for a minute. You are so beautiful, so beautiful,” he repeated out loud. “You know, until DJ said you were available again, I thought that I would never see you again. Those threesomes a few years back that Sam, you, and I went on for what, maybe a couple of dozen times? You know, I could see back then how much you and Sam loved each other. That intensity between you two when we would have sex and afterward when the three of us would lie together can’t be faked. Even blind as a bat, I could see that love between you two. So it didn’t surprise me when you two weren’t available and Taylor mentioned that you two were considering marriage.”

“Taylor told you about that?” Trinity was caught off guard, and it showed on her face. Roger saw the look and wanted to put her mind at ease.

“Oh, nothing to worry about, sweetie. I had established myself as one of Sam’s best clients, and Taylor knew I could be trusted. In fact, when I would have her or that other girl, what was her name, Amber? They would both tell me bits and pieces about their private lives. Nothing really important, but the tidbits about your personal lives made me feel even closer to all of you, and especially Sam. After a while, a date with either Taylor or Amber included an update on your love affair with Sam. It was a topic for a couple of years, and in fact, during one date with Sam, I blurted out that I knew. It was right after the first time I asked Samantha to marry me, and I said I hadn’t known she leaned that way in her personal life.”

“So what did Sam say?” This was new news to Trinity, and she had the hunch that Sam would not be happy at divulging personal information to a client, even a trusted one.

Roger chuckled at recalling the incident. “She gave me that look, you know, that stern one where her face is serious and her eyes burn lasers into you.”

Trinity giggled. “Oh yeah, I know exactly that look.”

“At first, I thought I was in trouble. Then she broke that look and smiled, telling me that you had asked for her hand in marriage, but she hadn’t decided. She was actually worried about what I would think because she turned me down. I told her that if two people wanted to be with each other like that, who was I to stop them? If it is right, it’s right, you know?”

Trinity nodded her head, her thick, long, blonde, perfectly styled hair shaking ever so slightly.

“Every time I saw Sam, or Taylor, or Amber, the girls who had known her for years, we would always talk about your near marriage to Samantha. It was the talk of the town among the girls. So frankly, after many months, I was honestly surprised she said no.”

“Yeah, she told me no, too, Roger. Honestly, after we talked it out, I agreed with her. We’re still amazingly close friends, and I don’t think that will ever change. But yeah, I was a bit mixed up for a while. In the end, it all worked out for the best.”

“Can I ask you, Trinity, after all these years, why Sam said no? After all, she has said no to me three times now, the last one about seven months ago.” He paused for a few seconds and said, “Samantha turned us both down in marriage; I guess we have more in common than I first thought.”

Trinity looked into his eyes, pausing over whether to tell him the truth.

“Yeah, Roger, it was because we both liked dick too much.”

Roger froze for a few seconds and then started his deep laugh. It was so infectious that Trinity began laughing, too. When the laughter finally subsided, Roger reached out, held Trinity’s head, and brought her face into his, giving her a deep, warm, loving kiss that went on seemingly forever. The harder he pressed his lips into hers, the more she returned the passion with even greater veracity.

“God, you are so perfect, Trinity,” Roger said between kisses. “Life has a funny way of changing in ways that one could never predict. I am noticing all of the little things about you, baby, in a way I never thought about when I was with Sam. Right now, I think I am actually happier that you are here instead of Sam. God knows I love her so much, but you, Trinity, you are such a special woman. It’s like there is something between us that I knew but never admitted. It’s like those three years of us being apart never happened.”

Their kissing continued, more feverishly than before. Roger’s arms wrapped around her, his hands exploring every curve of her back and sides of her body. It was true passion being expressed silently, but not really sexual. Other than an occasional brush of his hand on her breast, he was holding her like a lover, not a whore. The passion continued until Trinity’s hands started to unbutton his shirt and reach under his t-shirt until she could feel his hairy chest.

“God, Roger, I need you. I need you naked. I need you now,” she moaned again and again. It was not a performance from one of the world-class whores; the passion came from deep inside her being, something that she never knew she had.

“Wait a second. Let me take this jacket off.” Roger released her and quickly discarded the expensive sports coat on the floor. Trinity was fumbling at the buttons on his tailored dress shirt as fast as she could, and Roger joined in after tossing the coat away. As he pulled the shirt off, she grabbed his belt buckle and pulled the belt away, grabbed his slacks, and pulled the hook and bar closure apart, exposing the zipper, which was apart in two more seconds.

“Sit up, Roger, let me pull these off,” she huffed, exasperated at herself that she wasn’t faster. He lifted his hips, and with a single pull, the slacks and boxers were down to his ankles. She quickly slid down on her knees to untie his Italian leather shoes and pulled each one, as well as the corresponding sock, off as fast as possible. She paused for a moment, looking at the naked man, admiring her work. The fire in her eyes grew hot.

“My turn, baby. Turn around so I can unzip that suit of yours.” She dutifully complied, and within seconds, the zip was down to her waist, where she wiggled out of it, slipping down her impeccable hips as it fell to the floor. Braless, she only had a black thong and lace-up high-heeled sandals remaining on her amazing body. She sat down beside him and fumbled to get them off as quickly as she could.

“If I had known how hot I would be right now, I would have never worn these damned things! Roger, help me take them off!” Roger passionately followed her command, and in seconds, both were as completely naked as the day they were born.

They cast their worries to the wind as they pushed their acts to a feverish pace, touching and fondling each other as if nothing was more important. Their open-mouthed, passionate kisses set the tone for them to grind together even harder and faster. He groped her perfect breast and pinched her nipple as she grabbed his pole, jerking and twisting it as it grew hard as nails. He entered her wetness with his fingers, pushing and pulling as she moaned until he curled two middle fingers inward and found her secret spot.