Goddess
4.00 o'clock and I've arrived at the hotel, checked in and been shown to my room. My nerves are jangling, my palms sweating, I have never been so nervous, and at the same time I am excited, thrilled by what I am about to do. I unpack, well there is so little, two changes of clothes, the usual make-up jewellery ,perfume and some......other things. 4.35 now, I decide to have a bath, a long luxurious soak, pamper myself with the freebies this wonderful hotel offers, have some wine from the fridge and relax before I prepare myself.
My meeting is set for 6.30 and I time everything so that I am ready to walk out of the door at exactly that time. I had my bath, drank some wine,( that would be for courage), and have dressed with a great deal of thought. I bought this dress especially, red, clinging at the top then wispy and floaty and full from the waist, and stilettos to match. I get into the lift, my heart is pounding, this is the scariest, most exciting thing I've ever done and I am looking forward and dreading it all at the same time.
It's set for the bar and as I walk in I look around.......and there you are, on the table in front of the empty chair opposite you, a Bailey's, over ice......I walk over and sit, lift the glass in silent homage to you and drink deeply, watching you over the top of the glass. You sip your own drink, cognac, and watch me too. Neither of us speaks, we don't have to, us being here says it all. We finish and, still without a word, move towards the lift....we are committed now. We have wanted this for so long.....for months we have communicated, e-mails and instant messaging, webcam too, then suddenly
"Goddess, I have to come to Edinburgh."
We have to decide what to do and decide we did. It was one of those moments in life that you know you have to take, we will never have this chance again. So now we are in the lift, together. Neither of us has yet spoken, we still don't feel the need, your hand on the small of my back enough.
I open the door of my room and we enter, turning towards each other as the door closes, holding hands and exchanging the most tender of kisses, again not taking our eyes off each other, teenagers we are not but our behaviour is on the new lover spectrum. We continue to just hold each other, exchanging kisses that are longer now and more lingering, I sigh deeply and lean my head on your chest. I feel your hand slide down my back, across my buttocks and reach the bottom of my dress. I feel your hand begin slow progress up my stocking clad leg and I stop you, speaking for the first time,
"No....I am your Goddess and you are my slave, you will serve me."
I feel you shudder and know I have made the right choice. There is a large arm chair in the room and I cross and sit in it, legs crossed arms along the chair arms, you turned around as I did so following me with your eyes and now you are facing me
."Take off all your clothes, very slowly."
You do as you are told, I watch every move, revelling not only at the sight of your body and swelling manhood but at the feeling this "power" gives me.
"Now come over here and kneel in front of me"
You do as you're told and are now at my feet. I hold out one foot, indicating that you should take off my shoe and I pull up my dress to allow you to undo my stocking and roll it down my leg.
"Now the other," I say and get you to repeat the exercise. You do and I can see the effect the experience is having on you. I move in the chair, sitting back...one knee now up on each arm, legs spread so you can see my pussy, dress up round my thighs. All I want is to feel your mouth on me but I'm going to make you wait, us wait.
"Go and pour me a drink, glass of white wine....."
You do as you are told. You naked and me not is making me so wet...I want you now but I will take my time. When we made these arrangements we knew this could, and probably would be, the first and the last time so we gave ourselves a set time....two nights and one day, I'm "away seeing an old school friend that's only in the country for a few days"....we will not leave this room, so I can play..... for a while at least. You bring me my glass and I signal that you may kneel at my feet.
I sigh deeply as your head disappears between my legs, after all we have talked and acted this out so often before. I feel your mouth hot on my skin, my clit for the first time and I want to just hold you there.....I grasp your head, winding my fingers into your hair to hold you still....I want to savour this moment, this delicious moment where you lick me for the first time, when I feel your tongue on me. I shudder and shiver as you flick across me, you try to look up into my face and I force your head back down, pulling you deeper into my body...feeling your tongue push and probe, the blade of your tongue filling my pussy.
"Lick me, suck me.....harder"