Having laid out her outfit for the evening on her freshly made bed, crisp white linen as a contrast to her dark underwear with so many different textures, she went to relax in her bath.
The heat embraced her body at once from her first tentative toe through her legs and as she sat down the bubbles burst with excitement to touch her, caress her and tickle at her so sensitive pussy.
The glass of wine at the side of the bath further relaxed her and she had to catch herself as she started to drift asleep. How she nearly did she didn't know, she was so excited to be finally meeting him. Her heart started to race, all the sexts and pictures passed between them she had longed to feel his cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass... Her hand with a mind of its own searched out its target and flicked at her throbbing clit, the warmth of the water adding to the sexual heat. Fingers slid up and down her lips, her other hand was drawn to her heaving soapy breasts and squeezed one and playfully tweaked the nipple making her gasp with pleasure.
The bath could have been the place to stay all night but he beckoned and he would be waiting if she didn't hurry after her longer than usual soak.
Dried off, body lotion applied she allowed the cream to sink into her glowing skin so it didn't disrupt her clothing as she dressed.
As she slipped her knickers on sexy slowly, sliding up her legs, she thought that in an hour or so they'd be coming down again. She allowed her hand to brush over her mound but couldn't resist a further pressing down and flicking of her clit and tickling the silky gusset which made her lips swell and pout. He'd be doing that soon.
Her bra came next, so delicate and stylish. Lace and silk ribbons that truly showed the delicious curves of her full breast. She admired herself in the mirror, satisfied that she would be able to make him beg to have her...
He had wanted her to wear stockings and she had just the pair for him, fine deniers with delicate embroidery down the length of them at the side. Pulling them on made her think about his hands stroking her thigh and how he would admire her legs all the more for the sexy adornments. She began to long for his touch but turned her attention to finishing getting dressed, the taxi would arrive soon to take her to meet him. He insisted that he would pay for it on arrival and wanted her to be relaxed and not have to worry about driving and drinking or public transport.
She had poured herself another glass of wine and had a few sips as the taxi pulled up and honked it's horn. She threw the rest of it down her throat, did a last check in the mirror and walked out to begin her journey.
The lights dashed past the taxi as the journey slid by in a blur of one thought to another, anticipation building on expectations, though she tried not to have any expectations, she hoped she would find the evening as pleasurable as she had imagined it to be.
Outside the hotel he waited for her arrival and as she pulled up he saw her, recognised her instantly and paying the taxi driver through the window, opened the door helped her out of the taxi and pulled her close in embrace and kissed her gently on the lips. She relaxed feeling the tenderness and warmth and instinctively understood he was no threat and she could trust in him. She could not hold back and he didn't want her to. She kissed him deeply and passionately, placed one thought between his to signal him to push a thigh out for her to push her already wet pussy against him. The moment only ended because the taxi driver wanted his door shut so he could leave them to it.
They scampered up the steps and into the hotel foyer holding hands and he led her through to the bar. It was fairly empty and although they both wanted to just strip and fuck right then and there, they both knew that prolonging that moment would bring its rewards...
They sat at the bar drinking, hearts beating hard, breaths deep, loins poised. Looking into each others eyes and with knowing smiles, they talked about what they liked and their mutual appreciation of each others looks. She noticed that he was going to find it hard to walk in public as his hard- on strained to be released. He noticed each time she licked her lips subconsciously telling him she wanted him... She flirted with subtle skill and drew him in to her trap. Excusing herself she told him she would be back in a moment and walked to the ladies rest room to leave him simmering in his passionate heat.
She knew it would be a short while before they went to the room to enjoy intimate moments but she wanted more. Finding an empty cubicle she lifted her skirt and immediately wanted him there to be doing it for her, she gently, slowly slipped her knickers down and off, folded them and put them in her purse. Straightening up her skirt once more, she felt that familiar feeling of being a naughty little girl but empowerment at the same time. The cool air-conditioned room embraced her glistening pussy lips and she knew its how she was meant to be- she felt exhilarated again and walked purposefully back to the man who waited for her eagerly, like a little puppy.
She sat back down and knocked back the small amount of wine left in her glass. He ordered another couple of drinks but she insisted on paying, handing him her purse as the bar tender went to get another bottle of wine from the cellar. She encouraged him to open the purse to take the money. Reluctantly he did but sat there a little confused from what he found and with a wry smile she waited for it to dawn on him what he was looking at. He tentatively pulled the material out to look for the money underneath, initially thinking it was a handkerchief but quickly realised the material was meant for far more sexy things. His heart skipped a couple of beats and as the bar man came back with the wine, he tucked the knickers into his pocket. He closed the purse and paid for the wine turning to her and telling her that the knickers were payment enough. She grabbed the bottle and the glasses knowing he would have to follow, knowing that he wanted to follow, no was impelled to follow her because there was no longer any choice on his part he was under her lustful spell, she could ask him to do anything and he would do it to please her- she loved playing the dominant female in these situations.
Sitting at a more secluded table, in a darkened corner she manoeuvred herself to be placed just right so that he could see all she would eventually want to show him.
He was so aroused that he had to put his hands in his trouser pockets to move his cock into a less obvious position but now he was sat next to her she could see it would become even more of a challenge for him to hide it- and that pleased her for two reasons, the first was that she had that effect on him, the other because the size was good and would pleasure her as much as she had hoped.
She poured the wine, took at sip then moved slightly towards him with seductive eyes and instinctively he knew he was to kiss her. He moved closer, put a hand to her waist and their mouths met. Initially their lips, plump, hugged each other in a moist embrace but their bodies yearned for that passionate kiss and they charged together mouths open tongues battling for the upper hand then he sucked onto her tongue and slowly drew down its length. She made them part and looking directly into his eyes, took his hand and placed it on her stockinged thigh. She lifted her skirt just a touch but enough of a suggestion. Looking round to check on watchful eyes, he gently crept up her thigh as though there was nothing wrong, that it was perfectly normal to allow his fingers to search out its ultimate goal in a public place. She submitted herself to him and he could see the change in her, from controlling to submissive in a single moment.
His fingers moved higher up her stocking and slipped under her skirt as she sat back and watched him. He found the end of her stocking and beginning of her flesh and the smooth warm flesh renewed his onslaught to conquer her. As he climbed higher, so did her skirt, so too the chance of getting caught. Her legs parted just a fraction signalling her submission to his touch and for him to climb to her chamber. His hand withdrew back down her leg to her knee and he smiled knowingly as she almost glared at him from keeping her feeling his touch at her pussy. She grabbed his hand and moved it back up to her skirt and shifted to allow easier access. Again his hand travelled precariously up her shapely leg, again he touched her flesh, again the skirt began to climb. She felt his hand slide back down her leg bug this time she was ready, she held his wrist and pulled him closer, both of them smiling knowingly at each other. He allowed her control and his fingers reached out as he twisted his arm to gain the movement he required to touch her deeply. His hand cupped her pussy, no fingers entered, but his touch made her tense and her breath was caught- held tight as though she would explode over his electric touch, it felt almost as though his hand throbbed but she knew it was her pussy against his warm hand. He pulled his hand away once more as another hotel patron walked by and she regained composure but deep inside wanted the other hotel visitor to see them and what they were doing.
They took a break and drank wine but they couldn't stop themselves- he told her to kiss him and it was a while before they came up for air.
Her hand strayed to his cock and through the material she searched for the tip, and almost like a gear stick shifted it around under her pressure.
He moaned and bucked with delight but pulled away as things were getting too intense. He told her that if she carried on he would have to fuck her then and there on the table, to which she replied with a look of go on then!