After all the erotic turbulence on their flight, Katrina and Liam were relieved to land at JFK, their gate just steps from the stylish Howard Hughes Suite at the TWA Hotel. This was Carole’s doing — seeing they had the best room in the house, to share, and one California king. They plopped suitcases on the luggage stands at the end of the bed, hung up garment bags in the open wardrobe, then proceeded to freshen up side by side in the bathroom, Liam doing a quick beard trim, Katrina washing her face and brushing her teeth. Though they’d only just met, their ablutions felt familiar — and both were at ease going about their tasks in the same space.
Exhausted and hungry, but also anxious to consummate what had begun on the flight, each quickly threw on dinner attire in separate rooms, an attempt at keeping things from escalating, at least for the time being. Katrina chose a short, strappy black jacquard knit dress paired with ballet flats and silver Art Deco earrings, while Liam sported a black silk jersey turtleneck with slate gray cords and black suede Chukka boots. They both exuded confidence and were radiant with sexual flush. Once freshened up, it was but a short stroll to the restaurant.
Despite the intimacy Katrina and Liam had shared on the flight, they felt uncomfortable walking hand in hand — they weren’t a pair. They were soon-to-be musical partners who happened to have an intense sexual spark. So, instead, they just walked side by side, though talking excitedly about what lay ahead in terms of upcoming rehearsals and other concert tour preparations. Tomorrow, they would catch a flight to San Francisco, and would meet up with their cellist, Jonathan. Carole had scheduled practices at Zellerbach Rehearsal Hall, in the city, and was putting them up at The Jay, a swanky, nearby hotel, with one room for the men, another for Katrina. For this evening’s dinner, Carole had made reservations at Bobby Van’s, a popular restaurant in the terminal.
Liam, anxious to eat and get on with things, encouraged the maître d to speed up their dinner service with a crisp $100 bill and in no time, they were seated and served, enjoying a luscious dinner of lobster ravioli, shrimp scampi and grilled aspargus, paired with an Alsace riesling, and rounded out with créme brûlée and berry compote. The fun was in the sharing, both in feeding each other and in passing half-macerated food between their out-of-control mouths. Thank god they’d been tucked into a dark corner booth. The meal was becoming obscene. Carole had boldly anticipated the irrepressible chemistry between these two, and to say she was spot on in this assessment — the understatement of the year. She had them pegged right down to their food preferences, and as they would soon find out, their favorite sexual positions.
Post-dinner, it was straight back to the hotel room. A beeline. Both were primed for what would follow, having hand-fed each other bites of creamy pasta and lemony asparagus spears. As they’d only consumed half their bottle of Riesling at dinner, Liam had it corked and brought it back to their room. After putting out the “Do Not Disturb” door hanger, each stripped down to bare flesh, and what a sight that was. Liam poured the remaining wine into two chilled wine glasses and passed one to Katrina. They drank to their good fortune, their smoking hot bodies, and their upcoming tour, Carole and Jonathan, and then voila! They had polished off their pours, as it was time to get down to business.