"I only know the bride. We became friends on a course thirty years ago and have remained friends ever since. I've done the decent thing, but Sophie knows I won't hang around afterwards, as there's nobody else I'm too bothered about mixing with." Glen said to Michelle with a smile.
Michelle felt she had stumbled on a kindred spirit. She knew the groom because they had lived in the same block twenty years earlier and had met by chance a few months before the wedding. She had accepted his invitation to attend the wedding primarily because she already knew she was scheduled to be in the area for work. It also meant she'd have something to do on a Saturday if nothing better turned up, and it hadn't.
As she was familiar with the area and correctly assumed Glen wasn't, Michelle suggested they escape to a pub she knew and have something to eat. Glen joked that it didn't take much to beat an evening in a budget hotel room alone, and he hoped Michelle felt the same way.
"Oh dear, your sense of humour sounds far too much like mine," Michelle said, telling Glen that time would tell if this was a good thing or not.
Just as Michelle had hoped, she and Glen spent the evening laughing at their own expense and at those who took themselves too seriously. Michelle asked Glen to tell her about some of his romantic escapades, to which Glen replied that if she had fifteen minutes, he'd tell her everything.
Michelle's account of her calamitous search for romance had a few more episodes than Glen's had done. However, most of the anecdotes also shared a common theme of others taking themselves too seriously. Michelle enjoyed Glen's stories as he did hers, and their ability to laugh at their own expense ensured the conversation never stalled once.
"If this were a film, we'd look into each other's eyes, a band would strike up, and we'd dance in the moonlight until dawn," Michelle said with mock disappointment.
"I'm as blind as a bat, noise intolerant, and your feet might not survive me trampling on them, but I'm sure we can come up with something creative if we put our heads together," Glen replied.
Many who had tried in the past had found Michelle's cynicism challenging, but she thought Glen's failure to grasp the progress he was making by being himself strangely irresistible.
"I don't know when you last laughed your way into a lady's chamber, but I have a suspicion the next time might not be far away," Michelle said, feeling subtlety might not be the strategy to adopt in the present circumstances.
Although Glen sometimes engaged in cheeky banter and could be deliciously rude with his imagination, he always made it clear that he concentrated on his strengths rather than giving a false impression of expertise he couldn't live up to in reality. It had been some time since clarification of this nature had felt necessary, but Michelle's words suggested the moment had probably arrived.
"It's been a while since I've bluffed my way anywhere, but I never make promises I can't keep. I'm more Don Duck than Don Juan, but pretending to be something you're not just isn't me. I can promise no more than similar giggles to those we've enjoyed already, just perhaps a little more rude, if that makes sense," Glen replied with a smile.
Michelle listened to Glen's response to her proposition. It contained every element she had hoped it would, and she wanted to ensure Glen realised this. She also felt driven to speak in a similarly honest way and knew it might come as a pleasant surprise to Glen when she did.
"I spend dozens of evenings every year in hotel bars. Trust me, I'd rarely need to be alone at night if I didn't want to be. Not one of those who've tried their luck has made me laugh anywhere near as much as you've done. The other guys have been eager to please, and maybe they might even have been hung like a donkey, but they never considered looking for my extra funny bone might be the key!" Michelle said before suggesting that her hotel's bar might be a good place to have a nightcap and continue the discussion.
Once they reached the hotel, Michelle confidently approached the reception and informed the manager that, due to a change of plan, there would be an extra guest in her room that night. Michelle knew this was a courtesy rather than a necessity, but it was her way of showing Glen she was looking forward to whatever transpired. His honesty had added to her enjoyment and not dampened her enthusiasm in the slightest.
After completing their administrative update, Glen and Michelle made their way to the hotel bar. Michelle's thoughts had already drifted to later, so she decided to bring up her vision of it and see how closely it matched whatever Glen had in his head.
"It will be nice to continue our silliness upstairs. If the silliness turns rude, so be it. If it does turn rude, as long as we're happy with how it does so, that's our business. I'm going out on a limb here, but the uncertainty is actually making me horny. Does that sound weird to you?" Michelle asked as she and Glen sat in a quiet corner with their drinks.
"It sounds a long way from weird to me, although that's not necessarily the best recommendation!" Glen replied as he saw Michelle's attention diverted to the entrance to the bar.
"I think that's our cue to adjourn elsewhere," Michelle whispered as she saw two guests she recognised from the wedding.
Michelle was in no mood for contrived small talk, and she and Glen made their way to her room.
"I didn't expect today to turn out like this," Michelle said as she closed the room door and eased a slow kiss onto Glen's lips.
***
Although Michelle felt confident that Glen understood her eagerness for him to spend private time with her, she felt that the kiss planted as soon as the room's door shut was the best way to demonstrate this. Glen was somewhat surprised Michelle hadn't wanted to ease into such things slowly, although he was more than happy with her bold opening to their time away from the gaze of others.
"If you're as happy as I am with where we've found ourselves, feel free to let me know," Michelle said, lifting her lips momentarily from Glen's to speak. Glenn decided actions spoke louder than words and restarted the kiss, which Michelle felt was the best response she could have wished for.
Michelle and Glen may have briefly put their shared love of humour aside while kissing, but it returned quickly with an incoming call to the bedside phone. After listening to a call from the reception, Michelle asked that they inform her visitor she was unavailable and would be so until she informed them otherwise.
"The sad donkey will be munching carrots rather than failing to impress me with his suave patter; I'm delightfully busy with reality instead," Michelle told Glen, summarising events in a way she felt would ensure laughter of all kinds remained the number one priority.
Michelle and Glen resumed their kisses, with the former deciding it was time to see what undressing one another would add to the goals of erotic pleasure and the joy of sharing laughter. The clumsy spectacle might have looked as if it was more amusing than it was a turn-on, but these had quickly become one and the same, as Glen's voiced regret he hadn't worn his donkey jacket proved perfectly.
"Your touch and kisses, please," Michelle said with a grin once she had guided Glen's lips and fingertips onto her breasts.
"No donkey's teeth incidents to worry about here. Take that, Neddy!" Glen announced triumphantly as he prepared to deliver the requested attention.
Glen's touch and kisses saw Michelle filling the air with contented giggles. As Glen had identified this as something he'd share for as long as it was wanted, Michelle had nothing other than enjoying it to focus on, and it was a pleasure heightened just by knowing the effort that was being put into it.
"I'd almost forgotten how much fun this could be!" Michelle exclaimed as her body responded to the combined attention on her breasts and aroused nipples.
"I never thought I'd see myself as a memory jogger, or a jogger of any kind, to be fair, but I'll do my best to stir other nostalgia too if I can," Glen said, prompting Michelle to give him her blessing to do whatever he saw fit.
"Stir away!" Michelle said with a smile of encouragement.
Once Michelle felt Glen's touch slip down her body, this and his kisses on her eagerly erect nipples intensified her excitement and arousal immediately.
"Are we simmering nicely?" Glen asked as he worked to please.
"Someone's turned the gas up, so it's more a case of wobbly bubbles in the pan now," Michelle said, unsure if she'd ever used the phrase 'wobbly bubbles' previously in her life.
Glen needed to focus hard in the face of the effect of Michelle's 'wobbly bubbles' announcement. although his giggles were a welcome addition to Michelle's enjoyment when she heard them. With his mind back on track. Glen's touch slipped further along its journey, and Michelle's anticipation grew with every step.
"Double delights for as long as it suits. Does that sound OK?" Glen asked.
"OK? I'd say it's more 'bring it on' territory, personally." Michelle said as she waited to enjoy the promised phase of her escapade to begin.
Michelle had promised herself that she would keep her expectations reasonable and make any goals achievable regarding the time she spent alone with Glen. What she already knew was that the evening had changed her outlook on what represented quality and that something occurring randomly had already had an effect on her that few could match. It had fallen to a relative novice to show her what was important, and this was why he was stirring an erotic passion inside her body with everything he said and did.
As Glen's touch slipped between her moist lips, Michelle laughed with a smile that lit up her face. It was another moment enjoyed in an almost nostalgic fashion, and she felt it deserving of recognition in the way only she knew how.
"That's the sweetest touch inside I've had apart from my own, and without a battery for longer than I can remember. I'm getting so nostalgic. I'll be digging out my polo necks soon." Michelle whispered with a sigh.
"Podium place behind the ultimate expert and science? Flattery will get you everywhere," Glen replied, both delighted and amazed by the content of his latest feedback.
As she had hoped, Michelle reaped the benefits of voicing her honest words. They spurred Glen into an even more concentrated effort to deliver the best he could. Michelle, meanwhile, added her own momentum to Glen's efforts, making his touch even more erotic and pleasurable.
Without the need to be prompted to do so, Glen's lips fell more intensely on Michelle's nipples in time with his thrusting touch inside her body. Laughter and sounds of arousal had temporarily replaced Michelle's wit, and her hips swayed to bring further impetus to the delights being delivered.
Once Glen's kisses had begun to tug perfectly on her body, this and his focused thrusts sent Michelle's mind and body into a blissful state of excitement and anticipation. Michelle felt her fate was safe in Glen's hands, and she only needed to think about her arousal and nothing else. It felt liberating.
Michelle fought the forces of erotic energy inside her body, eager to maximise the pleasure brought to it so unexpectedly. Glen just kept his word, and his ceaseless attention took Michelle to the point of no return and then beyond it.
"Sausage roll!" Michelle shouted randomly as she crashed into a climax, complete with giggles and words making no sense whatsoever.
Glen was as thrilled by Michelle's reaction as she was. He was determined to extract everything he could from Michelle's body, and he did. (This was true, despite a pause for a period of laughter caused by Michelle's savoury pastry exclamation.)
Michelle already knew Glen would continue with his erotic efforts until advised otherwise, and this allowed her to enjoy her simply triggered climax at leisure. When she had done so, Michelle wanted to ensure Glen was aware of just how much she had enjoyed his attention and in a way that he recognised as genuine, not simply a confidence boost or well-meant encouragement for a relative novice.
"I've rarely had experiences I know instantly will bring me smiles of happiness years down the line, whenever they come to mind in the future. I just did. I don't actually think I can put it better than that; I just hope you take that as the highest praise it is meant to be. I'm almost lost for words, and that is a rarity." Michelle said before sharing a celebratory kiss with Glen and a long embrace.
***
Michelle's erotic energy had certainly been awakened by what she and Glen had shared, although she was reluctant to explore further pleasure with him immediately. It was unlikely that anything would spoil the joyful pleasure experienced, but Michelle was wary enough of the faint possibility to lead Glen's thoughts elsewhere.
"A walk in the grey skies and drizzle next, I think," Michelle suggested as she headed into the shower.
"That sounds...realistic," Glen replied, feeling confident Michelle's idea wasn't simply a plan to avoid having to spend further time alone with him.
The agreed walk was full of smiles, laughter, and a celebratory visit to a bakery.
"I shall never look at you in the same light ever again," Glen said, explaining life to the sausage rolls he'd bought.
When Michelle asked Glen if he thought normal people spoke to each other in the way they had so often since they had met, he said he suspected not, but he would do his best to spread the gospel of doing so if Michelle did too.
"Deal!" Michelle shouted enthusiastically as she decided that a kiss was more appropriate than shaking hands with the man who'd brought her to a climax earlier.
Shortly after reaching their agreement, Michelle told Glen they needed to deal with an important trespassing incident involving a perpetrator as grey as the skies. Michelle had decided to play word games with Glen and was suitably impressed when he asked if the elephant in the room had a name.
"He does, he's called 'What's Next?'
Glen didn't think this was his question to answer, but Michelle insisted that since what had gone before had been all about her, it seemed right to offer him a similar opportunity.
"I'll fight dirty and say you're being mean not letting me see you in full explosive mode when you've seen me," Michelle said, giving Glen's balls a discreet squeeze to show she could joke with him, but still get her own way if it felt important to her.
Glen sensed Michelle seemed to feel very strongly about the matter under discussion, and he knew that doing things her way was hardly an onerous task.
"I can't have you thinking I'm mean, so I'll give in to your demands. I could try to pretend I'm making some kind of sacrifice by doing so, but I wouldn't expect you to believe that any more than I do," Glen said as he saw Michelle pointing to the bed and heard her telling him to lie down and relax.
As Glen listened to Michelle's words, the sound of alerts arriving on their phones simultaneously made them laugh together at the timing. As the bride and groom were their only connection, they assumed correctly the received messages were from them.
The message thanked each of them for their attendance and immediately sparked an idea of mischief in Glen and Michelle. They knew sending messages from both of their phones saying they had enjoyed a lovely time and signing it 'G and M' would cause some confusion, but they hoped it brought some happiness on their behalf, too. It certainly did.
"Now, where were we when we were rudely interrupted?" Michelle asked with a giggle.
"About to be rudely rude, I think," Glen answered with a smile.
With their plans back on track once more, Michelle sank a kiss onto Glen's lips before her fingertips slipped down his body in unison. Glen also listened to Michelle as she offered commentary on the 'action' in her own unique fashion.
"We need to clear the blockage, or it's going to cause mayhem," Michelle announced, her fingers massaging Glen's cock, as she blew on it gently between her commentary and giggles.
"Overheating reported in the engine room!" Glen replied as he felt Michelle's touch bring a wave of arousal around his body.
Michelle's erotic touch and the feeling of her breath upon him were mind-blowing for Glen, and when Michelle whispered 'pump required, all hands on deck," she did so as she lowered her lips over Glen's cock. This brought a sound from Glen's mouth that was halfway between pleasure and disbelief, and Michelle felt sure it was unique to him.
"Power surge in the main unit," Glen gasped, which he felt was self-explanatory in tandem with the twitches he made between Michelle's busy lips.
"Don't panic. I've got all the exits covered," Michelle whispered before returning to the task at hand.
A frantic, sweet barrage of erotic movement brought a loud moan and groan from Glen as Michelle wriggled with delight to the flow that smacked between her lips and over her tongue. Her joy focused her efforts, and her desire to continue unless asked not to was overwhelming.
Although his mind was in erotic chaos, Glen realised Michelle's wild feasting hadn't eased despite having brought him to a spectacular orgasm already. Michelle knew how she had felt after Glen's selfless work, and giving him some sense of it in return was the only way she felt he would ever get a true picture of what she found impossible to put into words.
Glen had no prior experience of being caressed and sucked back into arousal, although Michelle was prepared to use every trick she knew to get matters in order had she needed to.
"Everything OK in there? It seems the lights are back on in the power room," Michelle whispered.
"We've got the best mechanics on this shift," Glen replied once his equipment had been restored to working order and he had been told to prepare for further active duty.
As Michelle restarted her attempts to show Glen how he had unexpectedly unlocked something inside her, she thought briefly about other occasions she had spent in the hotel. It reminded her that being with someone who spent the entire time in disbelief at what was happening brought satisfaction in a way that others with cockiness and even the expertise to back it up would never understand. If she had changed her mind and decided she just wanted a hug earlier, she knew Glen would have simply made it the best hug he could, and this was a lesson in human nature she felt sure she would never forget.
Michelle caressed and sucked Glen to orgasm once more and did so to the sound of carefree laughter. When she shouted 'full throttle applied,' Glen had no doubt she had been correct, and hearing the news that a safe harbour had been found, saw him shake his head with a smile as Michelle nestled his cock between her breasts.
It was entirely fitting that Michelle and Glen spent the last hour of their stay in the hotel together, chatting in the hotel bar about nothing in particular. They made no plans to meet up again; this wasn't necessary. Both knew that if Michelle was in town and at a loose end, she would call Glen and if he was free, they'd meet. They understood that, on future occasions, they might share sex, hugs, or sausage rolls. Whatever it was, they knew it would be fun.
