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After an embarrassing lunch we got back on the road. Crossing through Idaho and into Washington we made small talk. I enjoyed getting to know Arin better. Even though I’m too old for her, she’s earned a new level of respect from me. She’s more mature than most people her age.
Arriving at the hotel I’m grateful for the chance to stretch my legs and take a break from driving. My room was reserved, so I let Arin go ahead of me at the check in desk. When she walks away upset, it gets my attention.
“What’s wrong?” I ask
“They don’t have any open rooms. There is some kind of author convention. She even called around.” she answers.
“I can share,” I blurt out without thinking.
“Really?”
“We’re both adults, I’m sure we can behave.” I reassure her.
It isn’t until we open the door to our room that I remember I booked a king size, “Shit” I mutter to myself before moving into the room.
“Umm, Arin. I forgot that I reserved a king.” I explain. I’ve never been embarrassed so many times in one day before.
She just shrugs her shoulders like it’s no big deal. “Like you said, we’re both adults. I’m sure we can handle sharing a bed.”
I feel out of my element when she is near. I’m attracted to her, not just for her body or her looks. She seems to take joy in everything. When she laughs her whole body shakes, she doesn’t giggle like some simpering socialite. She is one of the best people I have ever met.
The way she acted jealous over that waitress was a huge turn on. It’s getting more difficult to hide the hard on I’ve been sporting since lunch so I decide to jump in the shower.
Not bothering to turn on the hot side, the ice cold shower does nothing to make my problem go away. Knowing that she can’t hear me over the running water I give my cock a stern talking to.
“Hey man, she is too young for you! Get over it, we won’t be going there.” Dear God I can’t believe I’m in the shower talking to my cock. It still doesn’t get the message so I start to stroke myself. Images of Arin fill my mind as an orgasm explodes out of me far too quickly.
Cleaning up, I make sure there’s no sign of what happened here. Stepping out of the shower, I realize I forgot to bring my bag in here with me in my rush to put a little distance between us.
“Arin,” I call out from behind the mostly closed door. But there’s no answer. I wait a few minutes, calling out again but she still doesn’t answer.
Wrapping a towel around my middle I decide my best option is to make a dash for my bag and hope she doesn’t get an eyeful.
Opening the door wider I notice the lights are turned down already. I’m poised to make my dash when the sound of a gentle snore rips through the room. Relaxing when I realize she fell asleep. Quietly making my way over to my bag, I slip into a pair of boxers and sleep pants.
Sliding into the bed as far away from Arin as I can get, I hold myself stiffly until my words that she threw back at me, echo through my head. “We’re both adults.”
Finally getting comfortable, I relax and fall asleep. Sometime during the night, a sound wakes me up. Not knowing what it is, I listen intently. Its a few minutes before I hear it again. It’s coming from Arin, she is crying in her sleep.
Making out the words, “Don’t take her.” followed by more crying. I reach out for Arin to offer her comfort. I pull her into my arms and rub her shoulders.
“Shhhh its ok Baby girl, I’m here. I got you.” I whisper in her ear. Suddenly her arms go around me and she is sobbing into my shoulder. I don’t bother asking her what the problem is; she’ll tell me if she wants me to know. Right now the only thing I can think of is making her feel better.
My hands slide up and down her back as she clings to me, not noticing that my actions are making her t-shirt slide up. It isn’t until I feel bare skin under my hands that I realize what I’ve done. It’s also the same time I realize she isn’t wearing any panties.
Groaning, and attempting to move away, her grip on me tightens. Her tears have stopped and she’s nuzzling against my neck.
“Arin, Arin we can’t.” I’m not even sure if she is awake yet, much less knows what she is doing until she says my name.
“Taylor, please. I need this. I need you.” she whispers.
Pulling back so I can see her face I find her eyes wide open. Not able to resist the pain I see there I hold her closer until she pulls away from me to sit up. Just when I think she has come to her senses, she pulls her shirt off over her head and she is gloriously naked.
My eyes are drawn to her perfect tits as she grabs herself giving them a squeeze. Letting out a groan because I can no longer resist, I lunge for them. Pulling one of her nipples into my mouth, I nibble, lick and suck as my hands start to explore her body.
One of my hands slides down to her core. Slipping my fingers into her folds I gently rub over the bundle of nerves I find. Moving slowly, expecting her to come to her senses and stop me but when I find her opening she twists her hips, forcing my fingers to sink in.
Her hands are exploring my body running over my muscles as she licks my abs. All the while she is thrusting herself onto my fingers, taking her pleasure from me. Switching over to her other nipple making sure I give it equal treatment.
I’m a lawyer after all; I have to make sure I treat them both fairly. Pulling herself off my fingers with a whimper, she reaches for my pants. Grabbing them and my boxers together. I help her remove them, and then she is on her knees leaning over me.
A sudden thought has me stopping in my tracks. I put my hand up to stop her.
“Protection?”
“I’m on the pill.” she answers before positioning herself over my cock. Grabbing my shaft she gives it a couple strokes before impaling herself on me. I’ve never had a woman take charge like this before. It’s slightly unnerving but not enough for me to stop.
Lifting her hips, she drops down taking me deep. Her warmth squeezes me, as she continues to lift off and drop back down. This is definitely not gentle. It’s getting harder and harder to hold back my orgasm. With one hand I pull her breasts back to my mouth, the other reaching between her legs to circle her nub.
When I can’t possibly hold back another second I give her bundle of nerves a pinch. Her core clamps down on my cock like a vise. We orgasm together.
She drops down on top of me nuzzling her nose into my neck. Not being able to do anything but hold her, I want to say something. I need to say something. Sex with Arin was more than I ever thought I would get with her but it’s not something we can repeat either. Just as I get the nerve to open my mouth, a snore escapes her.
Wrapping my arms around her, and holding her while she sleeps. I’m not able to go back to sleep myself. Thoughts of our age difference is the biggest issue keeping me from closing my eyes, there’s also the fact that my career is established and she’s only starting out.
Finally deciding the only way to talk to her about it is to be honest. I drift off to sleep with her in my arms.
Morning comes too soon, we are packed up and ready to head out when I decide it’s time for that talk.
I clear my throat, “Arin, that can’t happen again.”
“Why not?” she questions.
“I’m 8 years older than you.”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I had sex with an old man!” she exclaims dramatically.
“Arin, I’m serious. I’m too old for you. I’ve already established my career, you’re just starting out. You don’t even know yet where you want to spend the rest of your life.”
“That’s what this vacation is for,” She lets out a breath. “To think about my options and decide my future. Taylor, I’ve only left White Summer one other time in my life. I could choose Alaska as my home base. Fiona and Lily said I could set up shop anywhere, they will back me up.”
Running my fingers through my hair, “I don’t want you to make your decision because of me.”
“Taylor honestly unless things were to become serious between us I would never make my decision based on a man.” With that statement she grabs her overnight bag and leaves the room.
The rest of the trip to the Port of Seattle is silent but not the comfortable silence we started out with. This silence is filled with tension, I feel like the friendship we had is over. I can’t believe I blew it; I most likely lost a client too. Fiona is going to fire me if Baratta doesn’t kill me first.