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stopped pinching her
nipples and stroking her belly, to cover her mouth in an effort to
keep the noise down. It was late and the walls were thin
enough.
    “ The walls have ears.”
Braden shoved his tongue into Heather’s right ear and then nibbled
the ear-lobe.
    Stroke, stroke, stroke…
    The thought of being caught, the fact
that someone might figure it out worked on Heather…
    “ People in the next room…”
She started to gyrate.
     
    Heather went into a tail-spin of
orgasm, and the moans of pleasure even through his hand, the wet
jets of air coming out of the nostrils, it was enough to send
Braden into an unexpected second orgasm. They shuddered together as
one, Heather finally tearing away Braden’s hand and taking in big
gulps of air. Braden sucked in air as well, clutching his forehead
and just looking at her. He couldn’t get enough of her.
    “ Oh, my word.” Heather
wriggled contentedly, as this time Braden reached for the tissues,
his penis still stiff and hard inside of Heather.
    On that thought, the erection began to
subside.
    Leaving it in there for the moment,
Braden lay back and watched while Heather cleaned up a little, her
being all sweaty on the forehead and temple areas.
    “ Give me a
couple.”
    Heather handed a small handful
over.
    “ Thank you.”
    “ No, lover, thank
you.”
    Braden’s dick finally fell out and he
got up to have a quick shower before going to bed.
     
    #
     
    Braden was up very early, but when
Heather heard him in the shower, she rolled over and went back to
sleep, exhausted from the emotional roller-coaster ride of the last
twelve hours.
    When she woke again, the brilliant sun
was streaming in through open screens and billowing curtains. The
day was to be warm and windy, unseasonably so for early
September.
    Heather had a luxuriant shower, and
then cleaned up the place, making sure all the naughty bits of kit
were hidden in either her bags or Braden’s for when housekeeping
came in to do the room.
    She dressed in jeans with soft suede
brown oxfords, a white blouse and Braden’s jean jacket. Heather
went looking for coffee first, some breakfast a bit later and
around noon or so she would look up the Morgan Tractors display
which was in a large convention venue a few blocks away across the
downtown core. Heather would blend in to the suburban
landscape.
    With the help of her new
smart-phone and some careful key word selection, she soon found a
couple of shops she could look into to help pass the time. The
better ads had maps of the adjacent streets. Now that Heather was
committed, and in a city a long ways from home, she could buy a few
clothes and accessories on her own. Exactly where she might hide them was another
story. She stepped out of the hotel and into the street, chin up in
anticipation and simple good humour, looking at everything as if
the world was brand new and she was its proud new owner.
    Such freedom was a heady thought, but
Braden only had so many hours, and so much energy to devote to her.
Clinging too tightly would only embarrass and ultimately irritate
him. Heather wondered what life in another town would be like. At
least she would know someone.
    She would fill up the hours somehow.
People always did, didn’t they?
    If they managed to get together for a
Slurpy and a couple of Seven-Eleven hotdogs for lunch, then that
would just have to suffice for the time being.
     
    #
     
    “ I see you’ve been doing
some shopping.”
    It wasn’t hot dogs, but
sidewalk-grilled cheeseburgers dripping with fried onions and a
heaping paper plate of fries smothered in vinegar and ketchup.
Tall, frosty mugs of Carlsberg Light were refreshingly welcome, and
the pair munched in amiable silence for a while under the parasols
of the round, black iron and glass tables scattered in a clump
along this stretch.
    “ Have I got a surprise for
you.” Heather dare not say more as they were surrounded by other
folks busy with a weekend brunch or just sipping coffee and