BUSINESS TRIPPIN´ - Part 2

A door opened somewhere in the long corridor and they could hear steps. Miss Sexatary struggled against Mr.Bossman uncomfortable with the idea that someone would see them like this. This felt so private to her... But Mr.Bossman held on to her, not giving her an inch. "Be still...", his husky voice commanded her and she obeyed instantly. His eyes held her stare and she couldn´t read a thing of his face. A man passed not paying any attention to the couple embracing in the corridor. He walked to the elevator and pressed the button to call it. Mr.Bossman reached his hand down behind Miss Sexatary and grabbed her ass through her clothes. His hand was rough and demanding, making her gasp a little. A pleased smile crept across Mr.Bossman´s face and he pushed his other hand into her hair. He tugged at her hair surprisingly hard, licking his lips slowly.
Miss Sexatary didnt know quite what to make of his behaviour and yet she felt her own wetness increase by the second. He had always been assertive but this was new... She wanted him so much it felt like pain. She could hear the elevator doors open and close but it didn´t matter much anymore. "Please...", she wasn´t sure what she was asking for but she pleaded with him. Her eyes were glossy with desire and her hands grabbed at his coat desperatelly. Mr.Bossman grunted and let her go. She stumbled back few steps, stunned. Standing infront of him, she felt almost naked. She could almost hear a ticking of a clock standing there in silence, with the anticipation building up in the pit of her tummy. After what felt like an eternity there was still no change on his face. Not knowing what to do she picked up her luggage from the floor. Mr.Bossman said nothing but kept his eyes on her. Slowly she took few steps away from him waiting for him to respond, to stop her. She wanted him to take hold of her and say something, anything! But he said nothing, just pushed his hands into his pants pockets and stared at her. Fumbling to find the right words she glanced at the floor: "Umm... I...Goodnight...I guess... Mr.Bossman".
He said nothing again, didn´t even nod. Miss Sexatary felt like a fool and laughing nervously she turned away from him. She held back the tears stinging her eyes as she searched for her key card in her coat pocket, while she stumbled still on uncertain legs, towards her room. With trembling hands she struggled to open her door, the tears glazing her eyes so she could hardly see now. How humiliating. Her chest felt like someone sat on it as she held back the sobs. She had made a complete fool of herself out there with him... She´d been like a submissive child infront of him and he had just...just...
Miss Sexatary finally managed to get the door open and stumbled into her room kicking her heels off. She dropped her luggage on the floor of the dark hotel room and pushed the door to close it with her hand before releasing the tears. Like floodgates had been opened the tears started and she sobbed to herself. She tried to take her coat off but the damn tears made her vision all blurred and she gave up on the buttons with a frusturated groan. Suddenly she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Knowing full well who it was she didn´t bother to turn.
"Just leave me alone...!, she was still weeping and knew that any attempt to disguise it was in vain. She tried to shake the hand off her shoulder but instead the hand pushed accross her chest and pulled her backwards, against him. She struggled, bursting into more sobs. "Hey...", his voice was soft now, almost a whisper again. She felt his other hand making it´s way accross her waist, pulling her nearer yet. "Don´t cry, come now...", he sounded different from before, lika a completely new person from the hall way. Miss Sexatary felt confused, what had that been in the corridor?
"No, i told you, leave me alone Mr.Bossman!", she wasn´t going to be humiliated by him again. This was humiliating enough, crying in front of him and so obviously over him too...Jesus.
Mr.Bossman kissed the back of her head. His breath felt hot against her scalp bringing on the trusty old shiver up her spine again. She struggled against him again, swallowing the sobs now. Slowly he let go of her and she darted further away from him. She stood facing the window looking down on the street wiping her tears. She wanted him to go away and again the confusing feelings, she wanted him to stay too. She could hear him move in the dark but couldn´t bring herself to turn to see if he was actually leaving. "Miss Sexy, please. Come here",that wasn´t a command like before in the corridor. "Please...", it sounded like he was pleading with her now.
"I can´t do this, be like this with you anymore Mr.Bossman... That ship sailed when you got transfered", she was calm now. Turning around she was surprised to see him sitting on the large bed in the room. He had taken his brown coat and tie off, they lay on the floor next to him. He looked at her apologetic. "Please...", he repeated again and reached his hand towards her. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply. She walked towards him but changed her mind at the last second and walked past him. She opened her coat and took it off. Miss Sexatary heard Mr.Bossman stand up again and move in the dark. She knew he was coming to her but she still shuddered when she felt his touch. He storked her hair gently and pulled close to her.
"I´m sorry...", his voice was small, quiet. This time he didn´t take a hold of her, he just stood there, very close to her. Miss Sexatary felt him in the dark like if he was infact holding her. He was familiar even in the dark; his size, the scent... She closed her eyes and tried to fight the urge to turn and press up against him.
"I am so sorry...", he said again and continued: "That must have seemed so cold what i did in there... I´m sorry. I was just stunned to see you and for a moment i just lost all control... i know our relationship is more than that to you, it´s so much more than that to me too... that´s why i stopped, i had to stop because it felt wrong, Miss Sexy. I don´t want to treat you like that, not really..."
The words poured out of him. He was out of breath suddenly and shifted his weight from one leg to another. "Please...Can you forgive me?", he sounded anxious, like if there was any doubt wether or not she could forgive him. She turned to him. She felt small with him towering in front of her. She liked it that he was taller than her, wider, so when he did hold her she could just curl up and feel all tiny and girly. "I liked what you were doing out there, i did... atleast untill you let go of me. That scared me. The silence...", she looked up at his eyes and trembled inside. She had never been this honest and vunerable with anyone before. Mr.Bossman gasped and broke into a wide smile: "You liked it...?!". He looked surprised again. Miss Sexatary nodded blushing. "So, you understand then...? Forgive me?", he reached gently to touch her face. "There is nothing to forgive, silly", she answered closing her eyes. He slid his hand around her waist carefully and stepped to close the gap between them. He stroked her hair again and kissed her on her forhead. "I missed you so much...!",he breathed the words, relaxing against her. Miss Sexatary wrapped her hands around him and pressed her face onto his chest. She could hear his heartbeats and held on a bit tighter. Mr.Bossman pushed his head onto her neck. His lashes fluttered on her skin tickling and his lips grazed her neck. Sighing she lifted her face to kiss his neck hungry for him again. Under her lips and tongue, Mr Bossman cried out silently and bit into her shoulder. She pulled away asn started to open his shirt. The exposing skin of his chest begged to be kissed and she was only too happy to do so. She loved to feel his breathing getting heavier under her kisses. When all the little buttons of his shirt were open, he took his shirt off quickly. Eagerly Mr.Bossman pulled Miss Sexatary´s olive colored kashmir jumper over her head and pulled down the zip of her black skirt. The skirt caressed her legs on it´s way down to her ankles. She stepped out of her skirt and tugged at the belt of his trousers. It opened easily and she helped him out of his dark pants.