A Famous Affair

by K. B. Mallion

  When I arrive in Temple Meads, I decide to think about trying to find a nearby hotel to stay in. All I have thought about, while travelling, is my reaction to seeing Jonny with another woman. Then I ask myself, do I really have any right to feel jealous, when I am the one who has arranged a meeting with another man in a hotel room? Shit, I am such a bloody hypocrite! It’s all too much to process right now. I am nothing but a hypocritical, emotional, cheating mess!

  My self-hatred is interrupted by my mobile ringing. Shit, it’s him. I reluctantly answer.

  “Hi Jessica, it’s me . . . is everything okay?” My heart begins to frantically pound upon hearing Jonny’s voice.

  “Yes, why are you asking?” My reply is curt, offish.

  “Didn’t you get my texts?”

  “Yes, I was busy.” More curt, more offish, there is an awkward silence. My heart is thumping out of my chest and I feel only anger towards him.

  I hear him breathe heavily down the phone. “What’s wrong, Jessica? Something is up, talk to me,” Jonny begs.

  “Who’s Allira?” I ask through gritted teeth.

  “Just a mutual friend of friends. Why?”

  “Well, according to an article I just read, you are seeing each other.”

  His carefree laugh takes me back. “That’s ridiculous.”

  “I saw the pictures of you and her.” I tell him.

  “Jessica, you are believing what you are seeing. Those pictures were taken weeks ago when a group of friends and I went out after a show. Allira was drunk and wearing ridiculous high heels, I walked with her, as I thought she would bloody end up in A&E, otherwise. Shit, why do you think my housekeeper is over fifty? Anyone who is any younger, and is seen coming out of my place, I am supposedly shagging them.” Once again he laughs, a genuine and honest kind of laugh.

  “I see.” I start to feel embarrassed and relieved all at the same time.

  “But do you really, Jessica?”

  “Yes I do, I am sorry,” I answer in a stupid timid voice.

  “You weren’t going to come, were you?”

  “I had second thoughts . . . yes.” I quietly admit.

  “I knew something was up.”

  “It just threw me, Jonny. I know I have no right to get funny about this, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me.” I confess.

  “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

  I feel myself defensively tense. “I wouldn’t go that far.” I defiantly answer him.

  “Jessica, you were jealous, admit it.” I detect teasing sarcasm in his voice.

  “I’d say the word is more . . . curious.” I stubbornly reply. Jonny laughs at my response; a warm, rich laugh.

  “Whatever you say, Jessica. So, we’re good?”

  An irrepressible grin forms across my face. “We’re good.”

  “So, I’ll see you later at the hotel?” Jonny asks.

  I can’t help but smile the biggest, most ridiculous smile. . . . ever! “Indeed you shall, Mr. Riley.”

  “Bye for now then, Dimples.”

  “Bye.” I start to breathe as soon as I press end call. I can’t believe I reacted so strongly. Shit, I am scaring even myself with my own feelings. Jealously is not one I am all too familiar with, but something tells me that I had better get used to it.

  The promo trade fair was a success and I had some interesting chats with other companies. One of which was with Anna Blake, the lady whose husband ran off with a nineteen-year-old. Anna looked fabulous when I saw her. She sported a new, layered, short and sassy hairstyle. Her weight was down by half a stone and apparently she has a new man in her life that is loaded. Her new man is so loaded, in fact, she is now winding down the business over the next six months. She told me that she would be happy to give me the contact details of some of her suppliers from overseas. I am so happy for her. Last year when both Lydia and I saw her she was lost and distraught, barely keeping her head above water. It fills me with gladness that she is happy. When her husband’s infidelity came to light, her whole world crumbled around her. Yet, here she is like a brand new person. It got me thinking. Can there ever be anything good that comes out of an affair? For Anna Blake there certainly was.

  Sitting in the taxi, the nerves begin to take hold of me. Excitement, anxiousness and fear are all rolled into one big ball of emotion playing basketball in the pit of my stomach. I take out my little bag. I brush my light brown hair so it falls flatteringly onto my shoulders. I pinch my defined cheekbones to give them a natural, flushed look. I apply my lip-gloss, in neutral nude, to subtly enhance the dusky pink, long sleeved shirt I am wearing alongside my black pencil skirt. To complete my look I am wearing a black pair of Mary Janes. Not exactly the ideal first fuck clothes, but I’m working. I needed to look professional in my attire at the promo fair . . . not like a cheating wife.

  When the taxi pulls up outside The Westbury, although it is not as grand as The Broadway, I feel more at ease here for some reason. It is obviously smaller, but I love its Art Deco feel. The foyer is stunning; geometric shapes everywhere on the floor, ceilings and walls. Rich colours of brown, orange and yellow illuminate the space with wonderful and clever use of lighting.

  I approach the reception desk with confidence and a ridiculously big smile. I am elated to be seeing Jonny and I love this hotel. I just know when I walk into a place whether I feel instantly comfortable and at ease there, and I do at The Westbury.

  “Hi, my name is Erin Laurelson. I have a room booked,” another lie comes out of my mouth. The young man dressed in his silver grey suit, looks smart, a bit geeky, but very well dressed.

  “Yes, Miss Laurelson. You have the Clifton suite; I’ll get your key card, I won’t be a moment.” The straightly professional geekceptionist disappears for a few moments and returns with it. “Have you visited us before, Miss Laurelson?”

  “No, I haven’t.” I calmly answer.

  “The Clifton Suite is on the top floor and is opposite The Redland Suite. The lift is at the end of the foyer, just in front of you.” Mr. Geeky smiles awkwardly as he points to the lift.

  “Thank you so much.” I am just about to lift my bags when this young man is soon swiftly beside me.

  “The porter will take your bags, Miss Laurelson.” Geekceptionist tells me.

  “Oh . . . okay . . . thank you.” I tentatively hand my briefcase and overnight bag to the porter who is waiting to relieve me of my bags. I am slightly taken aback by the five star treatment, yet quietly enjoying it.

  The more I see of the hotel, the more I love it. I love the shapes and the vibrancy of the bold patterns on the furnishings and wallpaper. I can’t wait to see my room. Once we reach the top floor, I glance across at the door opposite my room. The Redland Suite . . . where my life is about to completely change course.

  Not quite knowing the etiquette of porters, I stand there for a long and awkward moment outside The Clifton Suite, unsure if he is going to let me into my room or if I needed to use my key card to let myself in? Who would have thought that being a VIP could be so tricky?

  He stands there, looking a little embarrassed. “Do you not have your key card, madam?” The young porter asks.

  “Ah . . . yes . . . yes I do. Sorry, I didn’t know whether you would be opening the door for me.” Fucking fantastic, Jessica . . . now, he thinks you’re such a snob you can’t even open a door by yourself. I weakly smile, quickly swiping the card. “Sorry about that,” I sheepishly apologise.

  “Not a problem, madam.” he says, carefully setting my bags down.

  “Thank you. Oh, do you need a tip?” I ask.

  He politely shakes his head. “It has all been taken care of madam, enjoy your stay.” With a nod he closes the door behind him.

  Still feeling a tad foolish, I stand there taking in the sight of my fabulous room. There is a beautiful mirror placed over the mantel, which rests on a white tiled fireplace. Drapes of silver and gold cotton sateen beautifully dress the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The foca
l wall, where a huge bed proudly sits, has the most amazing Art Deco wallpaper in the palest gold with repetitive fan-like shapes. The softly lit lamps, on either side of the bed, reveal the shimmer within the wallpaper pattern as the light radiates out into the room. The furniture is bold and curvaceous, making every piece appeal to those who are tactile.

  I sit down onto the bed and playfully slip off the edge from the luxurious gold satin throw. I am doing that ridiculous grin again, as I can’t believe how decadent the room is. Shame, since I won’t actually be staying in it!

  I hear my phone. I excitedly read the text.

  I’m waiting ... Redland Suite

  Jonny xxxx

  My whole body is trembling as the nerves take complete hold. I decide to quickly text Shawn before my fingers are incapable of doing so.

  Hey you ... just going around a couple of shops and then back to the hotel for dinner and then bed. The fair went really well. Hope all is okay at your end? Will text tomorrow morning.

  Miss you

  Jessica xx

  My pang of guilt evaporates as I smooth down my pencil skirt, readying myself to meet with Jonny. I give myself a sideways glance in the magnificent mirror, looking at my figure, up then down, down then up. Yup, Jessica Neel, you are looking damn hot!

  My slightly delirious, yet numb, body takes me across the hall to the Redland Suite. I breathe in deeply and then let out a sigh as I summon the courage to knock. My heartbeat quickens and my mouth feels dry. With a shaky hand, I tap gently. Almost straight away the door opens. Jonny divinely stands with one arm leaning on the door wearing a roguish smile. His hazel eyes fix upon me. His hair, though ruffled, is neatly styled and his scent is fresh and floral. I look him up and down with greedy eyes. He is wearing a sky-blue fitted shirt; his black denim jeans give an informal finish to his overall hot-as-hell sexy look.

  “Hello, Jessica.” Shivers of silent delight shoot through my veins at the sound of his quiet, summoning, bedroom voice.

  “Hello.” I reply quietly.

  He continues to look at me. I feel the invisible trail of his eyes drinking me in. We are transfixed. We are suspended within that moment until he makes the first move. He holds out his hand, whispering in a covetous tone. “Come here.” He pulls me in so quickly that I fall hard against his chest.

  Closing the door, he pushes me back up against it. My arms are pinned above my head with his eager hands holding them in place. When it comes to him, all free will leaves the room and bolts the door. He is looking at me with urgent ardour; I can almost taste the desire he wears upon his divine face. “I have been waiting for you Jessica, and now here you are.” he says in a low husky voice.

  “Things ran over so I was running a little la . . .” Before I can even finish my sentence, he kisses me tenderly but with deep longing. The feel of his lips upon mine make my heart miss a beat. His mouth is so perfect and his kiss is delicate and gentle. He brings my arms down by my side and with his needing hands he cradles both sides of my face, continuing to kiss me with his now insatiable mouth. I close my eyes to embrace and relish in the delight he is languishing upon me. He lightly kisses my neck and ears. Then using the tip of his tongue, he traces back over all of his previous sweet kisses. His heated breath upon me sends a shiver of excitement through my body, leaving my sex with a dull, longing ache. We both begin to sound breathless, with intermittent groans of pleasure.

  He breathlessly whispers. “I can’t believe you are here, Jessica.”

  I open my eyes and look hard into his. “Just think of me as your very own fuck fairy.” I say with desire-drenched words. Jonny pauses a moment to look at me, surprised by my brazen response. His wolfish eyes are devouring me and his crooked smile is mischievous. He kisses me so hard it is now frantic and desperate, yet his lips are precise and accurate. Our hands become erratic as we both search each other’s bodies with complete abandonment; surrendering to each other’s suppressed passion. We have both wanted this so much and now we are here . . . alone. The restraints of our desire have been truly set free.

  With excited fingers, I start to undress him by unbuttoning his inconvenient shirt. As I undo a button, I place a kiss upon his exposed skin, all the while looking up at him, taking in his totally fuckable body. I reach the lower buttons and place a kiss on his toned stomach; he lets out a tiny gasp and I feel him quiver beneath my confident, peachy lips. My fingers teasingly hang on to the waist band of his jeans, I stroke inside of them before undoing his belt and buttons. When I pull them down, he instinctively steps out of them, kicking them to the side with his bare feet.

  His gorgeous body stands before me, lightly tanned, lean and defined with soft tufts of light brown chest hair. His poised arousal pushes against his tight black boxers. I caress his legs with my self-assured fingers, bringing them up to the waist-band of his boxers. As I begin to pull them down, I throw a foxy look his way. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I place my hands on his taut ass and slowly pull his crotch into me. I kneel down and see his impressive, rigid length in all its glory. I take hold of it with one hand and begin placing feather light licks on its dewy head with my wicked, but tempting tongue. I lick with pleasing precision round and round, slow, then quick. Hearing him moan, I increase the pace of my licks upon his tensing dick. My tongue trails along the underside of his impressive shaft, then I part my lips and place my hot, moist mouth around him. He moans louder and begins to push into me. My mouth accommodates him eagerly, synchronised pushing and sucking is now fervent as he thrusts deep into my throat. He is grabbing my hair, fisting it, wrapping it around his fingers as he quivers within my mouth. God, he tastes good!

  “Jesus, Jessica.” Jonny pulls out of my unsatisfied mouth. I sit on the bed looking up at him with confused, flirting eyes. “I want to take my time, that’s all.” His tone is deep and raspy. He strokes my arms with both his hands, starting at my shoulders, down to my elbows.

  To appease me, Jonny starts to unbutton my shirt, fixated on me as he does so. He unzips my skirt, pulling it down my smooth and moisturised legs. His soft, full lips trail upwards from my knees to my aching groin. With explorative fingers, he pulls at my thong, pulling it down slowly, kissing my stomach as he does so and smiling with avid approval.

  He stands back up and with dexterous fingers, he unfastens my bra; provocatively nipping my shoulders, followed by a gentle kiss, cupping both my breasts within his warm hands. Before pushing me back onto the bed, he kisses me with force, his hazel eyes penetrating me from the end of the bed. I sit up slowly. I want to watch this man seduce me. I want to memorise every God damn second of it!

  He begins at my feet, by kissing them lightly and erotically, sucking the tips of my toes; his hot tongue caressing each one. Then his capable tongue snakes all the way up to my craving groin. Parting my thighs ever so slowly, a hot breath hovers above my oh-so-ready sex. A whimper of delight traitorously escapes my throat. Jonny continues his sensuous assault on my swollen vagina with mind-numbingly, tantalising kisses before his controlling tongue begins to probe me in slow and deliberate motions, I sigh deeply; eyes closed, head back, biting my lip. Oh, his red-hot tongue feels so fucking good!

  One hand caresses the top of my thigh as his fingers weave in and out of me. His mouth finds my clit and starts to teethe it expertly. I moan in rapturous delight. He begins to suck harder and harder, his tongue dancing around it, intuitively giving short, sharp flicks and; darting in and out of my reborn vagina over and over again. I am succumbing to his mouth. I need to grab hold of the side of the bed, clenching the sheet as my body is taken over by heavenly euphoria. I am being engulfed by an imminent orgasmic wave.

  “Oh . . . my . . . God . . . don’t stop,” is all I can whisper from my quaking lips. My impatient orgasm consumes all of me; weakening my delirious, yet unsteady body. I fall back onto the bed, enjoying the reactive pulsing from my swollen sex. With a heartbeat, that blissfully pounds inside my ears as he devours all of my surrendering juices.


  Resting on his elbows above me, Jonny whispers, “You are so beautiful, Jessica, just fucking beautiful.”

  “I love you saying that to me . . . come here.” I lift my head off the pillow to place a lingering, deeply passionate kiss on his perfectly shaped lips. I can’t get enough of those fevered lips!

  Our tongues entwine, I enjoy the taste of me inside his mouth. My one leg wraps itself around his hip, pushing my swollen, wet and volcanic hot sex into him. Kissing the contours of his beautiful form, my mouth wants to taste every nook and cranny of him. He has my erect nipples in his mouth, driving them wild as he pulls them gently between his teeth. His devilish tongue is doing that crazy flicking thing that my nipples already love. I let out a pleasured moan.

  Jonny raises his upper body and looks at me lying beneath him with a consuming lust clouding his eyes. Leaning quickly forward he pulls out something from under my pillow. My questioning face looks into his horny spheres.

  “I put this under there because leaving it on the bedside table may have come across as arrogantly presumptuous.” He suggestively traces the condom packet down between the valley of my breasts, all the way down my stomach in one long and teasing line. How the hell can he make that feel so incredibly hot?

  My eager body tenses beneath him. I let out a soft, yet impatient, sigh before I look up at him. “I think we both know why we are here, Jonny.”

  “We certainly do.” With his teeth, he rips open the foil packet, not once taking his eyes off me. “Put this on me, Dimples.” I sit up with him still kneeling above me, he is wearing a wickedly delicious half-smile. My God given hands were made for such pleasures as this. They relish in the slow, smooth action of the latex gliding down his steely cock with provocative poise. My fornicating fingers are loving the feel of him within their longing hold.

  Once done, I throw him a daring smirk. Jonny pushes me back onto the bed with one erotic primal push, then quickly manoeuvres himself into position. I lift both my legs onto his hips so we are now fused together. His bulbous erection is tensing; we both desperately want each other. I long to feel him inside of me and he definitely needs to be inside of me.