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  Four Chances #1

  Four Chances #1

  Includes the following Luke Chance Quickies:

  Chance 01 - First Chance

  Chance 02 - Chance for a Maiden

  Chance 03 - Chance for a Booking

  Chance 04 - Chance in Flight

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  About Luke Chance

  Imagine compressing an entire relationship into a few intense hours. From meeting someone new, to caring intensely about them, to enjoying hot passionate sex with them …

  Welcome to Luke Chance’s life.

  These stories feature explicit sex between consenting adults, and are intended for readers aged 18+

  Warning, Australian spelling!

  … and I don’t mean it was typed upside-down. I’m an Australian author, and this work conforms to Australian spelling conventions. For example, along with several other differences you’ll see colour, not ‘color’, neighbour, not ‘neighbor’, and organise, not ‘organize’. These are not mis-spellings or typos.

  About First Chance …

  A lonely woman buys Luke Chance a drink in the hotel bar, and he suspects it’s not the only thing she’s offering. So how will he break the ice and give her the one thing she so desperately needs?

  This 5000-word short story is a steamy entree to the world of Luke Chance.

  Chance #1 - First Chance

  “Another drink, sir?”

  Luke Chance glanced around the hotel bar. There were two or three couples holding hands, and a pianist was playing soft melodies in the corner. He didn’t mind threesomes - or musicians - but the couples holding hands were lost to the world and the pianist was male. With a sigh, he turned back to the bar. “One for the road, eh?”

  “I’ll get this one,” said a woman’s voice.

  Chance caught a hint of expensive perfume, and he looked round to see a smartly-dressed woman taking the next seat. There was a convention at the hotel, and he’d seen executive types hurrying around all day, so intent on their cell phones and tablets they hardly seemed to know where they were. As the woman got comfortable her skirt rode up her legs, and Chance smiled appreciatively at the flash of inner thigh.

  “See something you like?” said the woman drily.

  Chance looked into her eyes. She was in her mid-thirties, attractive and self-assured, and he warmed to her immediately. He gave her a winning smile and put out his hand. “I’m Luke.”

  “Beth.”

  Her hand was warm and soft to the touch, and Chance felt a thrill of anticipation. He could imagine that hand gliding over his chest, sliding over his flat, hard stomach, moving down towards —

  “Your drink, sir.”

  Chance took his glass, half-raised it towards Beth in a silent thanks, and took a sip. The cold liquid ran down his throat, but did little to quench his warm inner glow. “So, how’s your conference going?”

  “The dreaded team-building seminar?” Beth pulled a face. “Three days of living hell.”

  “It can’t be that bad.”

  “Holding hands, singing songs … you have no idea. Thank God it’s over.” Beth shuddered theatrically, and Chance almost spilled his drink as her blouse moved in a most enticing fashion. “And you?” she asked. “What’s your story?”

  “Me? I’m a professional barfly.”

  Beth laughed. “No, really.”

  “That’s the truth. I spend my evenings in hotel bars, hoping to meet gorgeous women.”

  “Does it pay off?”

  “I just met you, didn’t I?”

  Beth paused with her glass to her lips. She studied him over the rim, and Chance cursed inwardly. Had he gone in too fast? Misread her? She looked the confident type, a woman who knew what she wanted and was prepared to reach out and take it. But what if he was wrong?

  Chance replayed their meeting in his mind, trying to work out whether he’d misread the signals. The offer of a drink, the deliberate flash of her thigh, her soft hand lingering in his just a touch longer than necessary … no, his instincts were right. She was ready. “So, these organisers. Do they make you share a room?”

  “Luckily, no.” Beth set her glass down, and Chance was surprised to see her fingers trembling. As the light fell across her hand he noticed a faint indent on her ring finger. He guessed she’d been married for some time, and separated for a year or so. Probably threw herself wholeheartedly into her work, with no time for pleasure.

  Well, that was about to change.

  Chance drained his glass and stood up. “Well, that’s me done. Thanks for the drink.”

  Beth stared up at him, her eyes wide and her red lips parted in surprise. Chance hid a smile at her reaction. The ‘goodbye’ ploy was risky, but it was amazing how often it paid off. Casually, he kissed her on the cheek, then whispered in her ear. “What’s your room number?”

  He felt her hot breath on the side of his face, and after what seemed like an eternity, she finally whispered back. “F-four one six.”

  “I’ll be there in half an hour.”

  The doors opened on the fourth floor, and Chance turned right towards room four one six. He moved gracefully, his patent leather shoes barely raising a whisper from the thick carpet. He’d enjoyed a leisurely shower in his room before changing into dark blue slacks and a fresh white shirt, and his cheeks and jaw still tingled from the shaving cream. He felt polished and new, and as he strode along the corridor he felt anticipation building within. At casual glance Beth’s figure had been curvy and full, and as he pictured their upcoming lovemaking he felt himself swelling.

  “Easy boy,” he muttered, in a gentle mocking tone. “You’ll get your turn.”

  Beth’s room was at the end of the corridor, and on the way he passed a room service trolley. The maid, a young woman with dark hair, smiled shyly at him. Chance winked at her as he passed by, and then instinct made him glance back. Sure enough, she was eyeing his retreating figure, naked desire written all over her rather plain face. Chance looked away quickly. He was used to the attention, enjoyed it greatly, but this poor girl would be mortified at having her secret longing exposed.

  Chance strolled past a deserted lounge, then stopped at the door to 416. He ran his fingers through his hair, adjusted his collar and took a couple of deep breaths. He gave a polite knock on the door, and a few moments later it opened.

  The room was in darkness, and Beth was standing just inside the door with a rather nervous smile on her face. She was wearing a snowy white dressing gown which reached midway down her shapely legs. Her feet were bare, her hair was damp and there was a smell of fresh roses in the air. “I’m sorry, I just got out of the shower,” she said, by way of explanation.

  “You look stunning.”

  Beth flushed, and her smile widened. She let him in and closed the door behind him, shutting out the light from the corridor and leaving the room in total darkness. No, not quite. The curtains at the far end of the room were drawn, but the city lights had found their way through the gaps, and the dim glow turned the room into a shadowy and enticing lair. As his eyes adjusted, Chance saw a large bed with the covers drawn back.

  He felt Beth’s arms around him, and her lips met his. Passion welled as she pressed herself to him, and he could feel her soft breasts through the thick dressing down. His throat went dry, and it was all he could do not to ease her towards the bed, lay her gently on her back and lose himself in the inviting warmth between her legs.

  But no, there was plenty of time. They had the whole night ahead of them.

  As they kissed, Beth undid his shirt buttons, and then her bare hands were on his chest. She sought out his nipples, and he gasped as her fingertips circled the hardening flesh. Her gown fell open, and his hands encountered her soft belly, sliding
around to her waist before moving down to her fleshy buttocks. He began to squeeze and knead the soft flesh, and Beth groaned, pressing herself against him. She began to writhe in his arms, and he ran her hands lightly up her back and across her shoulders, pressing down hard on the firm muscles. Then he slipped his hands beneath her arms, down the side of her chest and slowly, very slowly, he ran his fingers over her breasts. He cupped them gently, revelling in the soft bounty overflowing his hands. When he found her nipples, each as hard as stone, she pulled her mouth away from his.

  “Keep doing that and I’m going to explode,” she whispered, her voice throaty and raw.

  “Not yet, you’re not.” Chance moved his hands over Beth’s hips and down across her buttocks, reaching further and further until his fingertips encountered slick wetness. Beth groaned, arching her back as she tried to drive his fingers inside her. Instead, he withdrew, only to circle her gently with his fingertips.

  She was breathing hard now, almost panting with desire. Chance remembered the trembling fingers in the bar, the old mark from the wedding ring, the shock and disappointment in her eyes when he pretended to get up and leave. He guessed she’d not had a man for a year or more, and he was determined to make this a night she’d remember.

  Chance felt Beth’s hands on his belt buckle, then on his flies. His trousers slid down, and she put her hot, moist hands on his buttocks, pulling him towards her. Her fingers clawed at him, the nails scratching his skin in delicious agony, and then one hand slid around his hip, down the outside of his leg, and back up his inner thigh. He felt a sudden warmth as Beth cradled his balls in her hand, moving her fingers ever so gently, and then her hand slid up his shaft, feeling like a ray of warm midday sunshine on his skin. He bit off a cry as she reached the tip, and her fingers took up the moisture and spread it gently over his pulsing member. One finger travelled around the crown, and he gasped as she stimulated his most sensitive parts.

  “Keep doing that and I’ll explode,” he managed to whisper.

  Beth withdrew her hand.

  “But not straight away,” said Chance.

  Still locked in their embrace, their hands exploring and kneading and teasing each other, they began to move towards the bed. Chance’s shirt went over his head, and he kicked off his shoes and freed himself from his trousers. Beth slipped out of her dressing gown, and in the half-light he could just make out her large, full breasts. She sat on the edge of the bed, then lay back with her legs parted, offering herself. Her feet were still on the floor, her toes curled in the thick carpet, and her chest rose and fell as she stared at the ceiling.

  Chance knelt down between her legs, resting his hands on the top of her thighs. Slowly he moved his hands up her legs, sliding them across her hips and down beneath her buttocks, cupping them and raising her off the bed. He leant forwards and kissed her knee, then the inside of her leg, brushing his lips over the smooth skin. Her legs were soft, milky white, and when he kissed her thigh, hard, he could feel the blood pounding.

  Chance moved his lips up her leg, gliding across her skin. The gap between her legs narrowed as he approached his goal, until her thighs were pressing on his ears.

  Thump-a, thump-a, thump-a.

  All he could hear was her rapid heartbeat, in stereo. Then he felt wetness, and the lightest touch of curly hair, and gently he put out his tongue. Slippery, wet, soft … he flicked his tongue up and down, playing with the delicate folds of skin. Beth drew her legs back, raising her hips and opening herself to his touch. He responded by sliding his tongue in as far as it would go, burying it deeply inside her before whipping it out again.

  “Aaah! Oh God!”

  Chance grinned to himself, his chin wet with her juices. It was like adding petrol to a raging fire. He slid his hands out from under her buttocks and ran his fingertips over her mound, playing with the tight curls and gently increasing the pressure as slowly worked lower. He felt softer skin, and parted her gently with two fingers before sliding his tongue in between them.

  “Aah! No!”

  Chance froze.

  “Yes,” moaned Beth. “I meant yes!”

  Chance applied his tongue vigorously, lapping at the soft skin, darting deep, then deeper, then shallow again. He raised his eyes, looking over Beth’s mound, up over her heaving belly, in between the twin swellings of her breasts. Her face was a picture of ecstasy, her head thrown back, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth wide open. As he worked his tongue inside her she began to mew, turning her head violently from side to side as the waves of pleasure became too much to bear. Chance softened his touch, soothing her and allowing her a few seconds of respite, then applied his tongue twice as firmly. He was just getting into a good rhythm when something on the opposite wall caught his attention. There was a door through to the adjoining suite, and it was opening silently, wider and wider.

  Chance paused mid-stroke, but Beth wasn’t having that. She slid her hands down between her thighs, pressing them over his ears, and began to move his head up and down, side to side, pressing his lips and tongue against herself. Chance started to move again, but he adjusted his position to keep the door in sight. Someone had just opened it, and whoever it was, they were peeping through the crack. He saw a hand on the door, easing it further open, and then he spotted a flash of white. It was a maid’s cap, and a second later he recognised the girl who’d been wheeling the room service trolley in the corridor. She had one eye to the gap in the door, and was watching proceedings with a great deal of interest.

  Chance smiled to himself. He didn’t mind an audience … in fact, it only spurred him on. He slid two fingers inside Beth’s hot, moist valley, and rotated his hand slowly, side to side. She moaned as his stiff fingers rubbed against her soft, tender flesh, a deep primal sound that made her body vibrate against his mouth. He slid his fingers in further, gradually separating them until they formed a V that stretched her wide open. Then he began to rotate them again, very slowly.

  Beth began to shake, her breath came faster and faster, and Chance knew she was close to the edge. At the last second he withdrew his fingers and traced the outline of her soft pink lips, working the juices into her skin. She gasped, pushing up with her hips, desperate for penetration, fulfilment, release.

  Chance had forgotten all about the maid watching from the adjoining room. As he continued to toy with Beth, he glanced towards the door. The girl’s skirt was hitched up, and the tips of her fingers were moving in and out of her white panties. Her eyes were half-closed, and her mouth was a perfect O. When he listened carefully, he could just hear her shuddering breaths as she brought herself closer and closer to climax.

  Chance put the maid out of his mind, and concentrated his full attention on the gorgeous woman in bed with him.

  Chance slipped his fingers into the soft flesh, enjoying the feeling of slick wetness. Beth was shuddering to his every touch now, like a puppet on a string. When he brushed lightly, she tensed. When he pressed harder, she arched her back and moaned. And when he pressed her lips to her, sliding his tongue in and out, she gripped his head between her thighs and bucked underneath him. She was lying on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor, and they jerked into the air every time he probed her with his tongue. Each time she drew her legs back, she opened herself up to him further, and he responded by going even deeper.

  “Aah! Oh God, please!”

  Beth reached for him, holding him under the arms as she tried to physically pull him on top of her. Chance resisted for several minutes, driving her to fever pitch before relenting. He began to move higher, kissing her on the belly before running his tongue around her belly-button. Then he stood, sliding his hands under her buttocks to shift her position to the middle of the bed. She looked up at him with desire and longing on her face. She knew what was coming next, was anticipating it with every fibre of her being, and she was almost begging him for release. She spread her legs wide, raising her knees, offering herself, but instead he guided them back down onto the bed
, straightening them and pressing her knees together. He took a pillow and slipped it under her buttocks, raising her mound, and he couldn’t resist sliding his finger in and out, playing with her as she lay there.

  Then he straddled her, putting his knees on the outside of her legs, pinning her to the bed. He took her wrists in his hands and leant forwards, gently pulling her arms above her head. As he lowered himself onto her, he felt the fleshy mounds of her breasts cushioning his chest, her nipples hard against his skin. Then he moved her arms together, clamping her wrists in his hands, his elbows holding her in at either side

  She was completely pinned now, totally unable to move. Chance lowered his hips towards her, feeling the cool of her thighs on his hot member. Then he slid upwards, seeking her out. He felt it immediately: a warm kiss enveloping the very tip of his shaft. Beth tried to hurl herself at him, arching her back into the air to get him inside her. Instead, he withdrew.

  “Chance, please!”

  Chance moved in again, this time barely managing to touch her before she thrust upwards. He withdrew just as quickly, and she almost sobbed with desire and longing.

  “Give it to me, you bastard!”

  Chance slipped his member up and down her thighs, teasing her. Then he moved higher, felt himself slipping into her. She tensed, groaning, but this time she lay absolutely still. He rewarded her by moving deeper, until the crown of his shaft was just held by her soft wetness. Then she raised her hips, getting him halfway inside her before he quickly withdrew.

  “Aaaaargh!”

  She struggled in his grip, trying to free her wrists from his strong hands. Her legs tensed and bucked underneath him, and her breasts shook as she twisted from side to side. Then, all of a sudden, she relaxed. Her eyes opened and she gave him a look of pure lust. “If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll tear it off and throw it out the window.”

  “And I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

  She groaned. “I am, you evil bastard.”

  Chance teased her with the tip of his shaft, slipping it in before withdrawing it again. The sensation was intense, and he felt a familiar warmth building, running up the back of his legs before pooling inside him like flood waters behind a dam. His breathing quickened and he began to push deeper, thrusting further and further into the moist hollow until it swallowed him completely. Then he slowed his strokes, withdrawing his shaft completely before burying it up to the hilt, bearing down on Beth’s mound, and putting intense pressure on her bud with every thrust.