The rain continued to fall with urgency, angrily colliding with the ground or anything else it met along the way, including my already sodden head as I scrambled out of the taxi.

I rushed past the hotel concierge with a mumbled "I am ok, thanks" , before joining small queue at the check-in desk. Two tourists, maps in hand, each grabbing an umbrella without realising what feeble protection they will provide against the turbulent conditions outside. Second in line now, behind an equally wet-headed, well-dressed lady, who just happened to turn around as my eyes looked to her shoes.

She reciprocated and looked at mine, "Hope you have a spare set, unlike me?" she asked, as she fumbled with her luggage, laptop case and small cardboard box. "Umm, no. Unfortunately not" I garbled as I wondered how with wet hair she still looked so attractive, when I knew I'd be looking terrible. Sparing me further embarrassment, she was called to the desk, quickly followed by me as I was served by another hotel staff member, far too happy for the time, and type of night it was.

Grabbing my keys, room 1407, wondering whether once again I will be stuck with the twin room and cursing myself as I head to the elevator for not asking first. "Hi, I'm Jane" she said as I joined her again at the lifts, smiling with her eyes. "I'm Smith. Flight from Sydney also?". "Yes" she said. "I was planning on heading out tonight, but I think I need to focus on getting these shoes dry", as she looked grimly at her feet.

"Seems like a good night for room service, a bath and a glass of red" I said. "Yep", before Jane headed to the lift as I wondered whether my feeble attempt at keeping the conversation going was perceived as a sleazy pick up line.

Jane struggled once again with the luggage and we both clumsily tried to register our floor before the elevator took on a life of its own. "Sorry", I said, as we both brushed hands as we pushed floor 14 together, neither of us making it work.

Awkward!

"Here, let me" as I tried again, more deliberately swiping my card and hitting button 14 with more vigour. "That'll do it" she laughed. With relief or at me, I wasn't sure.

As the elevator lurched upwards I wanted to chat more, but still embarrassed by my previous efforts, I watched the screen like a shy schoolboy.

"Bet you have the good room!", she said. I laughed and said "providing it has one big bed and not two singles I'll be fine". Shit! You're such a dick, Smith. She must think I'm such a dirtbag.

Thankfully, the elevator opened at our floor. "After you, I'll keep it open" I said as Jane lightly brushed past me on the way out. "Enjoy the bath!", she said, before heading off to her room. Looking at my access keys again, 1407, then looking ahead to see Jane stumble, dropping her cardboard box and what must have been 200 sheets of paper all over the corridor.

"Here, let me help". "No, I'm ok". I ignored her as I tried to make up for my previous clumsy conversation by dropping my bags and helping pick up the paper, trying to keep them dry from my still wet hair and clothing.

As I collected the papers I could smell Jane's perfume, subtle but intoxicating. "Thank you so much Smith, I really need these for tomorrow".

"There you go" I said as I picked up the last batch of papers and put them back in the box. "I'll help you with them to your room, what number? as I lifted the box and also grabbed her laptop case.

"Right here, 1406" Jane said. "Thank you".

Jane opened the door, moving inside and holding it open before it shut. I awkwardly tried to manoeuvre around her through the tight space but failed miserably, with my focus on not dropping the box meaning I collided against Jane, who looked at me with intrigue (or was it disdain) as our eyes met.

"Thanks again Smith" Jane held out her hand. As I shook it she said "it's so great post virus to be able to do things we previously took for granted like shake hands, right?" I laughed "I was thinking exactly the same".

I let go however Jane kept her grip firm. "Sorry" she said, suddenly embarrassed. "Don't be. Ummm do you want to grab a drink downstairs once we unpack?".

"That would be nice" Jane said as we walked to the door. As I followed I could smell her perfume again. Jane opened the door and as I walked past I looked in her eyes. I wanted to say I was looking forward to the drink, however the words wouldn't come out. I felt under a spell as I slowly moved toward her, eyes locked together. As our lips touched I wasn't sure what to expect. A slap? A horrified gasp? Thankfully, neither, as Jane's soft lips worked with mine in unison. Slowly, for a while, and then more urgently.

The door shut as Jane grabbed my wet hair in her fingers, bodies now pushed together more firmly, helped by my palm firmly planted in the small of her back.

We kissed for minutes, my hand lightly feeling the curve of Jane's back, her shoulders. More game now, I moved my hand downwards over her soft red dress, over her taut behind, slowly lifting the dress, my fingers wanting to feel Jane's skin underneath.

Expecting to find underwear but instead finding nothing, my hands up on her ass, then moving down again toward the back and inside of Jane's thighs. Fingers stroking slightly against her inner thigh, Jane's breath quickened as she kissed my neck, my ears.

Gradually working closer, until my fingers met Jane's downy hair before finding warmth and the encouragement of her hips as she pushed back on my fingers. One finger inside, and then two. Slippery and hot. In and out, alternating between thrust and circling her pulsating clit.

"Smith". "Fuck me now" "Right here".

I lifted Jane to the desk and her skirt up high.

"Not yet" as I placed my head between Jane's legs and replaced my fingers with my tongue. Her hand in my hair again, moaning as I kissed everywhere I could. Inside and out. Flicking, licking and sucking. Gently, urgently, slowly and then quickly.

I'm straining in my pants as I continue. "I want you now" she says. "I mean it this time".

Undoing my belt, I let my pants fall, not even stepping out as I move in. I'm now inside her. Hot breath on my neck, before our lips meet again. My hand grabbing each of her ass cheeks to get the purchase I need to drive in as far as I can. Jane's legs around my back.

Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, I undo Jane's shirt and then her bra, taking one magnificent pink nipple in my mouth at a time. Each taste of her skin like the smell of her perfume. Kissing her neck with a nipple between my finger, gently squezing,

"So good, Smith". "Come with me". Jane's hips start to move uncontrollably, her breathe ragged. Tears well in her eyes "I'm coming". We're colliding together, the sensation welling in our bodies before rearing up like a wave, unbroken.

Still hurtling toward the shore, growing in size, reaching over, slowly teasing us before crashing down in an explosion of stars and pleasure. I'm still thrusting inside, still hard but now slowing the tempo, wanting to keep it going forever.

I look at Jane, not sure what she's feeling. She smiles and I take that as permission to kiss her again. This time deeply, softly. Our tongues dancing together.

"How about that bath, now?" she says, the smile now cheeky, inviting.........