The morning drive is pleasantly uneventful, and heavily laden with a ripening anticipation. Your thoughts orbit an expectant curiosity as the sensual ideas and descriptions that have been shared between us have served to brew and fascinate an erotically speculative disposition. The panties that you would usually have worn have been left behind to further incite my desire upon my discovery of their absence, and in fact the only clothing now concealing your most tender charms consists of a thin white tank top, selected specifically to subtly reveal your nipples, and a loose skirt of silky dark red cloth that hangs down to only just above your knees.
Your senses are heightened, and you find that your body is responding to the carnal workings of your mind, bringing a rising heat to your loins as moisture wells up in your core and permeates the now glistening petals of the naked blossom hidden beneath your skirt. In those moments when you are unobservable to other drivers and pedestrians, you find yourself moved to allow your fingers first to trail up and down the insides of your thighs, and then to caress your veiled nakedness, and then even to dip lightly into your warm nectar and carry it upward on your fingertip to lubricate your pink little button as you increasingly yield to a hot flowing lust that deepens with each degree of surrender.
You arrive at the hotel at last, and I approach you, open your door, and slip my fingers into your hair to gently but firmly pull your head back as I hover above your upturned face and tease my lips over yours. They part and the tips of our tongues meet for the briefest flash. I turn your face aside and my breath tickles your ear as give it a nip, and then press my lips, tongue and teeth once against the side of your throat in a licking, biting and sucking kiss that stirs your already intense craving into vivid ravenousness. Observing the revealing nature of your choice of clothing, I convey my approval with a heavy growl as I reach beneath your top and firmly feel up your tits and you arch your back in response, and then I hike your skirt up to uncover your puffy mons, and you wantonly spread your thighs wide to make your slick heat available to my fingers as I slip one deep into your wetness and then out of you and up to meet my outstretched tongue. "Such a luscious little strumpet you are, going out to meet me without wearing any panties or bra like that; you're going to get yourself into so much trouble."
My low whisper then instructs you, "Wait here for and keep your phone handy for my call. Just sit here and jill that sweet cunt, as long as no one can see you doing it, but don't you dare cum yet," and I close your door, and walk first to the hotel office. Then, after a few long moments, I go to collect a small travel bag from my car, and then climb the stairs. Seconds stretch to minutes as you patiently await my summons and, stoked up by your nimble fingers, your hot lust grows to a blazing ache that you attentively savor. Your phone sounds and you raise it, and hear my voice and the room number.
You lock your car and hurry up the stairs to the door, and it opens to admit you and closes behind you as you enter. You see that the bedspread has been turned over and stretched across the floor, and the blanket and top sheet have folded in thirds down at the foot of the bed leaving the rest of the bed covered by only the fitted sheet and the mattress pad beneath it. Thick black ropes now extend from the legs of the metal frame underneath into coils at each corner of the bed. Next to the travel bag on the table a towel has been laid out. Upon it a large ostrich feather, a number of sex toys, and small bottles of liquids have been arrayed. A beeswax candle burns upon a saucer on the nightstand. From my position at your back, I quickly lower a soft black sleeping mask over your eyes, and then with a very calculated slothfulness I slip off your clothing. I tell you to step forward and take off your sandals, and you now stand totally naked before me upon the upturned bedspread. You hear the metallic clink of my belt buckle and a light rustle of cloth, and the snug release of my boots as they are removed and set aside. The scent of amber and vetiver reaches you as you feel the warmth of my nakedness radiating against the untouched skin of your backside. My fingers brush back your hair and you feel my tongue drawn leisurely upward over the outer curve of your ear, first the right and then the left, and then I guide you to move forward and then to crawl up over to the center of the mattress. You are led to lay yourself out on your belly and then feel the thick ropes wrapping and tightening snugly around your wrists and your ankles stretching your arms and legs out so that your hands and feet nearly meet the four corners of the bed.
A moment passes as I allow you to relish the feeling of helpless suspense and the sensual tension building within your blind and tautly splayed nakedness, and your breath deepens as the heat in your core rises still further. Then you feel my presence on the bed as I settle upon the mattress between your thighs without touching you at all. You then feel the ticklish touch of the airy fronds of the feather floating over your skin, first at your right wrist and moving up the top of your forearm and across the back of your upper arm and your shoulder blade, and then up from your left calf over the back of your knee and your thigh and then slowing in its passage across your bare ass and up your back. As I complete a mirror image pass of that feather over your exposed flesh, a dreamy trance of sensual delirium steals over you and your mind is focused entirely on the expectation of every new touch as I now briefly and randomly stroke various places along your now fully sensitized nakedness, your right cheek and earlobe, your left inner thigh, your right side along the ribs and underarm, your right outer calf, at each new place teasing with different paces and durations.
