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The plane lurched as it landed on the runway in Toronto, and she sighed softly. The 3 hour flight was nothing new, she’d been on much longer, but it had been a while, and she’d always hated landings. They never felt right. And this was the first of 4 flights for her in the next day and a half, totalling over 20 hours. She laughed to herself. Anything to get rid of boredom.
The idea was ludicrous. She knew that. She half expected her husband to throw her out when she proposed it, but she’s given her word that she would… and much to her eternal surprise, he’d agreed. 2 weeks free and clear. No limits, no recriminations, no contact back home unless she instigated it or it was a life or death emergency. She felt free, for the first time since her marriage started, 5 years previous.
Her musing took her from the runway to the terminal, and she was slightly startled when the plane came to a stop, and the anonymous clicking of seatbelts well before the cabin sign turned off assaulted her ears. She moved almost mechanically to collect her carry-on, and then to the luggage carrousel to collect her suitcase. It was small, and if it weren’t for the soaps and shampoos and other liquids, she would have been able to take it carry-on. After a scant few minutes, she found her luggage, and made for the exit.
He was having a horrible last day at work before his leave. His bosses wouldn’t stop asking for progress reports, the computer network kept going down just when he was attempting to save a file, and the luggage sitting beside his desk was nothing but a tease. A suit bag hung on his coat rack while a rolling suitcase stood beside his desk, and every few minutes his eyes turned towards them, and then to the letter in his pocket. He’d known she’d agree, when he asked, 4 months ago. His girlfriend had given him the letter with little deliberation, knowing, in the long run, it was less likely that he’d leave if she let him have his fun. Finally, the clock struck 3, and with an undignified grin and exclamation, he grabbed his bags and headed for the door.
Looking around as she exited the luggage area for a familiar face, instead she came across a sign, prominently displayed, advertising for “Mrs. L. Sloan” She shook her head, remembering fully that night 2 years previous, and went up the the man. “You’re here to drive me somewhere?” she asked softly.
He nodded and reached down for her suitcase handle. She gave it to him and followed him out to the short term parking, where he ushered her into the back of a towncar, Making his way out of the airport and down the QEW, heading for… she didn’t know where. As far as she knew, she was to spend the night in Toronto, and then head out in the morning… but he never had told her explicitly what they were doing that night, except that she needed clothing for dinner. 15 minutes into the ride, she thought she had an idea where she was going… and when she reached the Burlington Skyway, she knew – there was only one place close enough to Toronto in this direction that he would take her to.
The driver was a bit startled by her laughter, but drove on in good humour. He’d been told she might do this, and to pay no attention.
Stepping into his car at long last, luggage stowed in the trunk, he hit the highway, pushing the car faster as he raced westward on the 401. Once in Toronto, he turned southwest towards Hamilton, and then southeast, finally arriving at his destination. Tossing the keys to the valet, he entered the hotel and accepted his hotel keys, going up to his room and quickly having a shower. He knew she’d be along shortly, and he wanted to be out of the room when she did. He shaved quickly and applied his aftershave, placing a prepared note on the desk for her, and he left the room. He texted the driver of the car he’d hired, and gave the second key to the receptionist at the front of the hotel. Then, with a wicked grin, he made for the casino floor, figuring he’d have an hour to kill.
She should have known, she mused, as she was ushered into the Fallsview Casino Resort. She should have known he’d be gambling. She shook her head and smiled as she was instead shown to the reception desk, where, after she identified herself as “Mrs. Sloan”, she was given a card key for a room upstairs. She knocked on the door of room 2706, but received no answer. Shrugging, she let herself into the room and stood, mouth agape, at what she saw before her. The Horseshoe falls lay beneath her feet, glinting from the last light of the sun the spray still shining in the air as millions of gallons of water poured over the edge of the abyss every minute. She shook her head and put her suitcase on the bed, hey eye catching the note on the table. With interest, she flipped it open. “Our flight leaves tomorrow, so I thought Niagara was appropriate. Meet me at reception at 1900 for dinner. ~C”
She shook her head. Smiling all the while… That man! She thought, opening her suitcase. illegal bahis It was time to get to work.
58 minutes later, he stopped rolling the dice as his watch began beeping. The instant he did, he put down the dice and passed them to the dealer, pushing his chip stack in as well. “Colour me up, please, it’s time to go.” The grudging employee gave him some higher value chips, which he slid into his pocket before making his way down to the hotel lobby. He stood there, watching the elevators for a moment until one opened… and his heart caught in his throat.
She emerged from the elevator in front of him, smiling as she saw him. His jaw had dropped, and that gave her a smirk. She walked up to him and smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, her high heels bringing her up to the height to make it easy. She sauntered slowly past him, seeing his flush, and she grinned.
He followed after her and smiled, wrapping his arms around her gently. “Welcome back” he murmured gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve missed you so much” he murmured, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, very softly.
She returned the kiss and then smacked him in the side. “So what’s this, huh? Niagara Falls? Mrs. Sloan?”
He smiled and kissed her lips again, responding “Well, I can’t be predictable…” as he offered her his arm. “Please, we must go. Our reservation is for 1930.” She took his arm and the towncar approached as they left the front door of the resort. She smiled as he helped her into the car and the driver needed no instruction, they approached the Skylon Tower. She looked up at the tower and smiled, remembering his promise, those years ago, to take her for dinner there.
“See?” he said softly, “I told you I’d get you out for dinner eventually” he grinned, looking into her eyes. She merely smiled back at him.
Together they walked into the base of the Skylon Tower, and together they took the plexiglass elevator up to the rotating restaurant almost 800 ft above the flood-lit falls. The view was breathtaking, and the surf-n-turf dinner was simply perfection. She sat, content, watching the water as he finished his roast dinner, and when he snaked his hand to the middle of the table, she locked fingers with him.
“I’m glad you came” was what he finally managed to say, his fingers rubbing against the ring he’d given her the last time they were together in Niagara, and she smiled at him.
“How could I not?” she asked.
He stood up and held out his arm, and she rose with him, walking to the observation platform, silently admiring Niagara at night. He turned towards her and kissed her one last time, murmuring “I love you with all my heart…”
Once again they watched the stunning view from the elevator as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close – it had been years, but he still felt the fire inside him when she was nearby. A raging inferno engulfed his heart, and he felt it beating in time with her own. He smiled slowly and just enjoyed the night air, sighing very softly.
She felt his arms crossing over her chest and she smiled softly, knowing that as long as she lived, she’d never forget the next two weeks. “I love you too” she murmured, catching him off guard. She rarely said those words, he could think of only a few times in memory. He hugged her a bit tighter against him and smiled.
“I have something for you, back at the hotel,” he murmured in her ear softly. She smiled – she didn’t know all his tricks, but the element of surprise was something he’d always been good with. “I know you don’t know where we’re going, but you did pack clothes for everything I told you we’d be doing, right?” he asked softly.
“Of course I did…” she said softly, craning her neck to look at him. She’d not seen the tickets, so other than knowing she was going to spend a long time on airplanes, and he’d told her to bring both camping clothes and a bikini for swimming, she was curious. But a month of wheedling got her nowhere, and she was as much in the dark as the day she agreed to go on this trip.
The towncar was waiting at the entrance to the tower, and he escorted her to it, helping her in. He smiled softly and whispered in her ear “You are the most ravishing woman I’ve ever known…”, and she blushed softly. He climbed into the other side of the car and they sped back to their suite at the Fallsview, eagerly anticipating the night – and the jacuzzi.
The car dropped them off in front of the Fallsview, and, arm in arm, they walked in and up to the elevator. He smiled at her as the eyes of every man in the lobby latched onto her, and he smirked when one of the wives even smacked their husbands for the attention. As they waited for the elevator, he whispered in her ear “Every man in this lobby is staring at you…”
She chuckled drily and murmured “Good thing I’m yours tonight…”, stepping forward into the elevator and turning to face him. He smiled and stepped illegal bahis siteleri into the elevator with her, taking the invitation and kissing her soft lips as the door closed in front of them.
A few minutes later, the two were back in their hotel room, and he removed his jacket, laying it on the bed, gently pulling her into his arms, murmuring “jacuzzi?” She nodded and he smiled, murmuring “May I?”
She nodded with a little trepidation and he slowly turned her around, undoing the hook on the back of her dress, and slowly pushing her hair to the side, over your shoulder, exposing her neck. Slowly he started to drag the zipper down, kissing her neck as he exposed her soft skin, murmuring “You’re so beautiful…” as he slowly peeled the dress down, exposing her back and the strap of her bra.
With one hand, he unclasped the black fabric of her bra, gently drawing the other hand down her back, smiling, listening to her soft moan, gently nipping at her neck and he let go, the dress pooling at her feet.
Slowly she stepped out of the dress and turned to face him, reaching up and pulling the tie from around his neck and undoing the knot. He smiled as she slowly began to undo the buttons on his shirt, pulling it out from his belt. He, in turn, knelt down and slowly peeled the black lace panties from her hips, moaning as he exposed every inch of her skin to his gaze. He looked up into her eyes and whispered “You are an angel…”
Slowly he stood and she grabbed his belt, undoing it slowly and removing it from his pants. She undid the zipper and the button and the pants fell to the ground. She smiled and slowly slipped to her knees, pulling his boxers over the bulge in front of them, grinning and looking up into his eyes as she softly kissed it.
He groaned as she did, looking down into her eyes, reaching for her hands, pulling her up and kissing her soft lips, slowly leading her to the jacuzzi, which had been filled and heated in their absence. Slowly they both strode into it, looking down at the falls below. He pulled her into his lap as they sat down, and began running his hands over her body, and he whispered softly in her ear “You’re my everything…”
The passion built higher as she ground against him, his hands rising to her breasts, slowly massaging the firm flesh, rubbing the pads of his fingers over her nipples, hearing her soft moan. He kissed at her neck, making her tremble, and he groaned when she shifted on top of him. She giggled a little as he groaned, and kept moving, slowly settling herself into a comfortable position atop him, teasing him slowly with her body… rubbing back against him, moaning her pleasure as he touched her.
Slowly his hands slid under the water, rubbing her slowly, feeling her arousal – slowly teasing her clit with his fingers, hearing her soft gasps, like music to his ears. He grabbed her hips and lifted her out of the water, setting her on the step, out of the water. Slowly he spread her legs and started kissing up the inside of her thighs, smiling as he felt her fingers run through his short hair, looking for a hand hold.
Slowly he ran his lips and hands up and down her inner thighs, teasing her soft, sensitive skin, nibbling gently at her skin, whispering “You taste like heaven…”
She arched her back and pushed up towards him, hands barely grasping at his hair, pulling his face down as he teased her. Slowly his lips reached her folds, and he expertly spread her open and sucked gently on her clit, feeling her shudder as he did, her nails digging softly into his scalp. He grinned, knowing he was doing a good job, and returned to his work.
He laid her on the bed, her warm body still shaking from the heat and pleasure of her first orgasm, and she looked up into his eyes and murmured “please”
“As you wish, my love”, he finished, looking down into her eyes, slowly pressing the head of his shaft against her entrance, sinking inside her, moaning as the heat and slickness enveloped him, moaning louder, thrusting within her deeply…
She moaned as she clenched around him, biting her lip as she felt the pleasure of his thick shaft sliding deep inside her, She grabbed the bedsheets and held on, pleasure shooting through her, her toes starting to curl as her muscles fired without her consent…
He drove into her deeply, repeatedly – as fast as his body would let him. He felt the need building up inside his body, the ache that couldn’t be denied for long, and he slammed deeper into you, filling her to the hilt as she breathed in deeply from the shock, moaning as he withdrew. Locking his eyes on her, he barely managed to whisper “Oh God… I’m gonna cum…”
She heard him, and it was like a bomb going off in her head. She wanted – no, she needed it. She needed to feel him explode deep inside her, to be his, even for just now… she groaned as her body shook, on the edge of another orgasm and moaned “Yes… yes, please… cum canlı bahis siteleri inside me, Oh God!” as her muscles spasmed, tightening around him, her face taut, her back stretched to its limit, all muscles tightened… and then she felt it.
He drove again in her to the hilt as he heard her cries, and he erupted. His body tensed, every muscle shaking as he came, shooting deep inside her, pulse after pulse of seed.
She felt every pulse, and it drove her over the edge, her orgasm slamming into her like a train, leaving her winded and breathless, shaking under him…
His orgasm finished as well, and he laid down, gently cradling her in his arms, holding her tightly as they drifted off, murmuring “You’re my everything…”
She smiled softly as she drifted off as well, whispering back “And I love you too…”
He woke a few hours later and smiled as he felt her still cuddled in with him. Looking over at the clock, he saw the time – and gently removed his arm from under her. Sitting up, he pulled a small booklet out of his suitcase and laid it on the table, calling downstairs for a room service breakfast. He ordered his own steak and eggs, and he knew her favourites, eggs over medium with bacon, and a small platter of fruit. A pitcher of iced orange juice completed the order, and he smiled as he hung up. That done, he leaned down and whispered in her ear “It’s time to wake up, my love…” and softly kissed her lips.
She swam back up through the levels of unconsciousness as he heard his words, and the kiss brought her back to a pleasant awareness – she was in the suite, overlooking Niagara, with the man she loved. She smiled and stretched, lookin up at him. “Good morning, my darling” she murmured. He smiled.
“Breakfast is on its way, and the towncar will be here to pick us up in 2 hours. We have an early flight today… and I think it’s about time to show you where we’re going.” he said, and she sat up in bed, turning to him with curiosity. He smiled softly and laid a few items on the table. “You have your passport, I hope?” he asked. At her nod, he continued, “Good, because we’ll be leaving the country tomorrow.”
She grinned and looked into his eyes. “So where are we going for the vacation?” she asked softly.
He smiled and handed her a plane ticket. She looked at it and read off “Vancouver, BC. I don’t need a passport for that” she said, almost sounding a little disappointed. He grinned and gave her another plane ticket. “Vancouver BC to… Sydney, Australia! Really? She exclaimed, almost leaping over to jump on him. He kissed her lips softly before handing her one final ticket. “Sydney to.. Brisbane? What’s in Brisbane?” she asked.
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, sitting down, gently pulling her into his lap. As soon as he did, there was a knock at the door. He scowled and slipped from under her, tossing on a robe and answering the door. “Thank you for the early breakfast” he said, handing a tip to the waiter and signing the bill. The waiter saw a flash of skin, but he was very quickly ushered out of the room, to see no more. He left with a frown on his face… just a second more.
She smiled as he wheeled the breakfast cart over and lifted the tray covers, the smells wafting across the room. She giggled as she saw her favourites laid out in front of her, and heard the automated coffee pot start pouring. With a glance, he murmured “Dig in!” still looking in his folder for a sheet of paper.
She smiled and slowly started to eat, enjoying every bite of the fresh fruit – where she was from, it wasn’t in season yet, and so she relished every taste of the melon as her eyes followed the movements of the papers on the table.
He arranged the papers in some semblance of order, and handed her one. “We are staying at the Scarborough Hotel, 15 minutes outside Brisbane, which is beachfront. Lots of time to fry on the beach!” he grinned, placing the paper down and pulling the top off his own plate, sitting down to a healthy breakfast.
Once they were satisfied, she looked at him and placed the cover back on her plate. “Thank you for taking me,” she said softly, smiling at him, seeming almost a little shy now that the initial emotional surge was over.
He pulled her into his arms and smiled, whispering softly in her ear “There is no one in the world I’d rather travel with…”
They car arrived at the front door of the hotel at the same time they did, just as he was settling the room service bill. She strode out to the car and packed away her bags in the trunk, smiling at the driver and thanking him for his service.
He approached and wrapped his arm around her gently, kissing her lips, murmuring “Ready for flight number one?” She nodded softly and he kissed her again, smiling, opening the car door for her. She slipped inside as the dull light of the sun began to peak over the skyscrapers and light the mist from the falls.
Quickly he jumped into the seat beside her and the car took off for the airport, weaving through what little traffic was on the road at this hour. The two lovers in the back seat ignored it and simply enjoyed each other’s company, clasping hands together.
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