He sat in the chair contemplating her. "Strip," he said. She blinked twice and exhaled, then began unbuttoning her silk blouse. She eased it off her shoulders and laid it on the coffee table. Next she stepped out of her high heels and unhooked the clasp at the waist of her slacks. This was crazy... She'd had a long day of meetings and presentations at the marketing conference and had returned to her hotel room expecting to relax a bit before going out to dinner with him. His demeanor when she entered the room had changed her mood instantly.
The sound of him clearing his throat brought her out of her reverie. He had switched the television from the newscast he'd been watching to a channel guide with cheesy background music. She unzipped her trousers and let them fall around her ankles. She waited for his approval of her lace bra and matching panties, but his look was inscrutable. She unclasped her bra and slid her hands inside it massaging her breasts. Hooking her right thumb through the left strap, she slid the bra off that shoulder. She cupped her exposed breast and rubbed the strap across her nipple. There! It was fleeting, but it was there; he'd smiled, just a little. Encouraged, she slid her other thumb through the right strap and repeated the maneuver. Cupping her breasts in the lacy fabric and using her thumbs to guide the bra straps across her nipples, she began to feel herself loosen up a bit. She tossed the bra onto his lap and worked her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She closed her eyes. She could feel herself responding and she was less concerned with his reaction.
"That's it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched." Ahhhh... that's right, this was a show; another presentation; another marketing gig... She swayed rhythmically as she twisted and pinched her nipples. Still clutching her left nipple, she slid her right hand down into her panties. The crotch was already soaked. She pressed her fingers against her clitoris and sighed. "I want to see what you're doing," he said hoarsely. She complied by sliding her panties down and stepping out of both those and the slacks. She laid her clothing to the side and was about to resume her exhibition, when he said, "Lie down on the floor."
The commercial Berber was rough against her bottom. When she turned her head to the side she could detect the stale odor of the vacuum. She gripped her right breast in both hands and pulled it toward her mouth. For his enjoyment she ran her tongue around the nipple, but for her own enjoyment she pulled the nipple in between her teeth and applied pressure. She guided her left breast to her mouth and suckled them both for several minutes. The she drew her knees up and palmed her pussy. She circled her clit with her fingertips and drew her hips up to meet each stroke. She was sure he could see the cum glistening at her slit.
He stood and moved over her. He took her hands gently in his and tasted the juices on her fingers. Then he slid the handcuffs from his back pocket and secured her hands together with the chain around the leg of the coffee table. She groaned. She hadn't seen this coming. He stood between her legs, looking down at her for what felt like an eternity. Then he took off his shirt. She loved the sight of his broad shoulders, his well-defined arms, his tight pecs and hard, little nipples. Heck, she loved the sight of him, the smell of him, the feel of him... she loved being with him.
