The little green light flashed as he slid the keycard into the slot. He tuned the handle and pushed the door open, stepping through into the lowered light inside. Setting his bag down, he breathed in deeply and could smell it. Coconut. He had told her it was his favorite scent and she had not disappointed him. His eyes now partially adjusted to the dimness, he could see her silhouetted against the room's furnishings. Sitting at the edge of the king sized bed, her eyes lowered, her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her body. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, mini length, her arms bare. Her knees were primly together, as were her feet, but the lacy edge of her thigh-high stockings just peeked out from the hem of the dress.
As the light shone off her hair, he thought, "Perfect. Just perfect." and then quietly said her name. "Auburn?" How could woman have such a name? It was exactly as the color of her hair. She had told him her mother had called her that from birth, in no way knowing that she would grow into such a lovely woman with such lovely hair. In the weeks and months that they had conversed, first on the internet, then by phone, he had built up such an anticipation that he could hardly stand it.
She tilted her head ever so slightly toward him, still not raising her eyes to meet his gaze. Almost in a whisper, she said, "Daniel, I'm so glad You are here." He heard the quiet respect in her voice. He knew that he had a once in a lifetime chance to make this work. He'd known for a while that he wanted to explore this world, to experience in person those things that she'd brought him to know about himself. Thoughts raced through his head. How to start?
He crossed the room and stood in front of her, almost looming over her, his six foot frame dwarfing her seated figure. He reached down, took her chin in his right hand, and lifted. There was the slightest bit of resistance, just enough for him to have to apply more force to bring her eyes to meet his. She still looked downward until he said, "Look at me. Look at me now." His tone was just imperative enough to cause her eyes to flicker and then meet his. For a few seconds, which seemed an eternity, the stare seemed blank on both their parts, then suddenly they were looking into each other's souls. All pretense melted away; they knew that this was the time and place for them. All the scenarios that he had read and tested with her flooded through his brain, and though it was among the first that they had talked about, and seemed so simple, the words fell from his lips. "Release me. Taste me. Drink me."
With not a moment's hesitation, she reached up and undid his belt. Her small, nimble fingers undid the clasp at his waistband and lowered the zipper of his slacks. She lowered them to the floor and reached for the waist of his silk boxers. He suddenly grabbed her wrists and held them strongly. Her eyes met his, almost involuntarily, and he nodded, no malice in his eyes, just an overwhelming signal of control. With that, she lowered the undergarment and set his manhood free.
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"It's really happening," she thought. "He is really here and I am serving Him." All of the days and weeks of guiding Him to discover this part of Himself. Sending Him to websites, discussing articles and techniques, reacting to short pieces that He'd written, sharing things that she'd written. She'd known she was submissive for years. She'd had Dominant partners and was quite comfortable with herself and the lifestyle. A chance meeting on the internet had connected her with Daniel and it was many conversations later that the subject of sexuality had come up. She hadn't even revealed her preference to Him immediately. They had talked about erotica, sharing some favorite sites with each other, then sending each other some things that they had each written. She liked His writing style, anticipatory and detailed. He liked hers, to the point and almost forceful. At first He'd thought that she liked rough sex, but as they talked and He reread her work, it came out that she was submissive. He'd told her that He wasn't sure what he thought about it all; that it interested Him, but that He had no real experience with it. That's when she started teaching Him, in her own way.
She gently took His hardness in her hand and felt its size and warmth. She raised her other hand to caress the underside of it. Not totally engorged yet, He twitched in her hands, the veins standing out now, the head darkening. She could feel him grow, feel the heat increase. She raised her eyes slightly, looking to Him for confirmation. He returned the gaze, letting her know that she should continue.
With that, she leaned slightly forward and let her lips graze against the head. She thought she heard a slight moan, but the sound of her heartbeat overshadowed it. Her tongue slipped between her lips and took the small drop of fluid that had emerged at the tip of His organ. The taste was indescribable and caused her to realize that He was not the only one that was wet. Her lips encased Him and she took His length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around Him feeling every inch of Him, gently sucking.
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With all the anticipation, this was about all he could bear. He didn't want to risk climaxing yet and pulled himself out of the reverie and said, almost sharply, "Auburn. Stop!" She stopped running her tongue around his shaft and just held her mouth still. He pulled back ever so slightly and she let it slip from between her lips. It was shiny with her saliva and his juices and they both looked at it for an instant, before locking eyes again. He knew she was anticipating instructions from him, so he bought himself some time by stepping out of his slacks and shorts and shedding his shoes. As he unbuttoned his shirt, it came to him. He wanted to see her. Stepping back, he found the overstuffed chair he'd seen with the back of his legs and sat slowly down. He stared across at her, now six feet away, still seated on the edge of the bed. His voice emerged from his lips, still quiet but a bit more confident. "Stand up, Auburn. Stand up and let me see you." She stood and waited before him, eyes looking down at the floor. Her dress was mid thigh and had now covered her stocking tops. He saw her hair fall a bit away from her shoulder and that she had spaghetti straps rising from the top of her breasts. Then he spoke again. "No, Auburn.
Let me see YOU." It appeared as if she winced at the sharpness of his command, and he guessed that she wasn't sure what to expect of him. She raised her hands to her shoulders, crossed over her breasts and lowered the straps along her arms. He looked at her in anticipation and then watched as the dress fell smoothly to the floor. He didn't know if his face belied his amazement, but if it did, she deserved it. Her body was stunning. Her skin was golden brown, every inch of it. Her breasts were firm and just the right size, whatever that was. The nipples were a shade or two darker and were solidly engorged. Her tummy was flat, but not hard, her legs long but not gangly. And the junction where belly and legs joined was smooth. Sitting there staring at her, he suddenly realized that she'd not covered her charms with lingerie, except for the black thigh highs which hugged her legs, just a few inches lower than her womanhood.
"Closer," he heard himself say. "Come closer to me and let me see." Again, the force in his voice almost startled him, but he knew that this was what she wanted. And it was what he wanted, too.
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