“I’m hungry!” she protested, backing up.
“I’ve got an appetizer for you!” I replied, slowly following her.
She laughed and kept moving backwards leading me around the room. I finally had her cornered in the bedroom, and had wrapped my arms around her, feeling that deliciously warm body under that almost nonexistent nightgown, when there was a knock on the door. “Room service!”
“Saved by the bell!” laughed Marilyn, pushing me away.
“Why don’t you let him in?”
“In your dreams!” She pushed me back and scampered off into the bathroom.
I let the waiter in and moved my briefcase and stuff off the table. I had sprung for the upgrade to a small suite, and the waiter set up our dinner out in the front room. After he left, I called Marilyn back in. She peeked around the corner first before coming out completely. “You thought he might still be here?” I asked with a laugh.
“Knowing you?”
“That would have made his day, that’s for sure!”
She giggled and came in and sat down at the table. Her nipples were completely visible through the thin lace, and looked quite stiff. “You look gorgeous!” I told her.
“Why do I think I know what’s for dessert?” she replied, smiling at me.
“Do you like the gown?” I asked.
“It’s very pretty. Not very practical,” she answered.
“Would you rather dig out your flannel bunny pajamas?”
“No.” She smiled as she cut a piece of steak off and bit into it. Mine was from a happy cow, so I assumed hers was, too. “Umm, that is so much better than airline food!” She savored the taste and then sipped some champagne. “I brought down a nighty, too,” she admitted.
“Well, you can wear that tomorrow night, then.”
“What if I had brought down my black shoes?” she asked.
“I also bought you a black nightgown, too,” I admitted.
“Well, don’t you have everything planned out!? Is it the same as this one, just in black?” Marilyn asked.
I skewered a spear of asparagus and cut it in half, and then ate it. It was from a happy asparagus plant. “You’ll just have to wait and find out. Three nights, three different outfits.”
“You are just too damn efficient! It must be the mathematician in you.”
“Just as long as we aren’t being fruitful and multiplying,” I replied. I raised an eyebrow at that. I had packed a box of condoms just in case Marilyn had gone off the Pill since I had been away. I had warned her not to, since unexpected visits, like this one, might happen. The first time we had been away from each other for months and months, and when we finally got together again on our honeymoon, the Pill hadn’t fully kicked in yet, and Alison came along ten months later.
Marilyn blushed. “No, we won’t be fruitful. I’ve stayed on the Pill. I was debating it, but stayed on.”
I grinned at her. “Excellent. I told you there might be surprise visits. I sure never figured on this!”
After dinner, while Marilyn waited at the table, I cleaned off the table onto a tray and set it outside our door. I had dessert right there at the table, with Marilyn sitting on it, her rump pulled forward and her legs pulled up and over my shoulders. It was an excellent finish to our dinner — certainly Marilyn seemed quite enthusiastic about it! — and when I was finished, I had my pants already undone and I simply lifted her down onto my lap and my cock. Marilyn humped her pussy up and down on me, moaning and whining as I fucked up into her, her tits in my face and smacking my cheeks. I pumped several months’ worth up into her tight little pussy when we came together.
We sat there, my semi-stiff cock still inside her come filled cunt, as our breathing returned to normal. The tie holding her gown together was still tied, but it had slipped enough that both her tits were on display. I kept my arms around her and we kissed and necked until I stared hardening up enough for another round, but Marilyn said, “Let’s go in there and get comfortable.”
“Fine by me.” I helped her to her feet, and stripped off my sport shirt and chinos. I had checked in still wearing my fatigues and jump boots from this afternoon, which had raised a few eyebrows. The Hilton gets its fair share of military officers, I was sure, but I was also sure they usually didn’t check in wearing combat boots either. I had changed after arrival.
Now, naked, I crawled onto the bed next to Marilyn. She had kicked off her shoes, but still had on her gown. I took my time with her, kissing her on the lips and then working my way down her neck and throat, then along her shoulders, and down to her chest and her breasts. By that time, I had untied the tie on her gown and Marilyn was panting and demanding I make love to her again. Maybe my fingers working her scummy slit had something to do with that. Anyway, I took that moment to crawl onto her and slip inside, and we made love until I pumped out another load. Later, after cuddling some, Marilyn slipped off the gown completely and we had another go, quietly and softly. It was so good to see her again.
Tuesday morning my body clock kicked in and I was up long before Marilyn. I slipped into a sweat suit and running shoes and stuffed my key into a pocket, and I was off. I don’t know Washington at all, no more than the average American tourist, anyway, and really had no idea where I was headed. You don’t just run anywhere you like in DC, either. There are some damn nasty neighborhoods in that town. I ran down towards Dupont Circle and then back, and continued up Connecticut before turning back. I figured I had gotten somewhere between two and three miles total in. The weather in February was cold, wet, and miserable, but you run a few miles, you warm up. The Hilton had a gym with some Nautilus machines that I pumped some weight on after that. It was almost 0700 when I got back up to our room.
Marilyn was out of bed and in the shower, so I peeled off my sweaty clothes and jumped in with her. My body got clean but my mind got dirty, so we fooled around for awhile in the shower. At one point, as I was slipping into her from behind, Marilyn said, “Is that the phone ringing?”
“Do you really want me to go find out?”
She groaned, and then whispered, “No!” We finished that way under the hot water.
Eventually we left the bathroom, and I saw the phone had a red light lit on it. “I guess there was a call,” I told her. I sat down on the bed and picked up the phone. I ended up calling the main desk and asking for the message; voice mail systems didn’t exist yet in 1978. I got a room number and was told to call Captain Summers there. I hung up the phone, and then picked it back up again, and dialed the room direct.
“Captain Summers.”
“Captain, this is Lieutenant Buckman. You called for me, sir?”
“Yes, Lieutenant. I was wondering when you were getting up. I wanted to get a few shots of you exercising and running around. You know, even on vacation, our winged warriors are staying in shape, that sort of thing.”
I stared at the phone for a moment. ‘Our winged warriors?’ Give me a fucking break! This guy wasn’t just writing an article for the base newspaper, he was making a recruitment ad for all the geeks at MIT! I rolled my eyes and answered, “Captain, reveille was at 0600. I’ve already run three miles and worked out. I was in the shower when you called.”
“Oh. Well, sometime before we go home, we’ll need to get a few shots of you running past some of the monuments on the Mall, that sort of thing.”
I slapped my head in disbelief. “Yes, sir, understood, sir.”
“Breakfast at 0800 in the dining room?”
“Sir, we were about to head there now. 0730 at the latest, I would think.”