I wish my assistant never scheduled this meeting. I hate not sleeping in my own bed. She thinks loudly in her head.
She checks into the hotel without any issues thanks to her assistant. She heads to the elevator and hastily pushes the up button. The doors open and she enters with her overnight bag. She hits the 9th floor button and the close door button right after.
The doors begin to close and then quickly reopen. A man with salt and pepper hair, dressed in a business suit, quickly boards. He's handsome, distinguished features, older than her, with deep blue penetrating eyes. He inhabits the right side of the car with his rolling suitcase and briefcase.
She takes in his attractiveness for a moment. He catches her eyeing him over. She looks away, overcome with shyness and afraid to look into his eyes. It is then she realizes she's standing in front of the buttons.
So she quickly asks "what floor?"
His deep voice breaks the awkward silence and he replies with "8 please".
She hits the button for him without a second thought.
He nods, gives her a sultry smile, and tacks on "Thank you". His smile ignites her skin into a glistening sweat.
A notification from her phone slaps her with a sudden snap back to reality. She fumbles in her purse trying to find her phone and succeeds.
She opens up the message from her assistant. "Congrats you landed the account, I had no doubts, I will email you the details here shortly. Enjoy the night and do something to surprise yourself"
She beams with a huge smile full of gratitude and accomplishment.
The man sees the look on her face and says "ohhh looks like somebody made you smile, was that your boyfriend or something?"
She looks at the sexy stranger and says "no it was my assistant, I landed the account I had been working on, I was just happy to hear the news, that's all"
He cocks his head sideways, smiles, and scratches his head. "Well congratulations to you, so how will you be celebrating?"
She thought for a moment and a look of confusion appeared on her face. "I haven't thought that far ahead yet" she said meekly.
"Perhaps a special dinner date with your boyfriend is in order?"
She quickly replied "I don't have one of those at the moment"
Just then the elevator jolted and stopped abruptly. Stuck somewhere between 6 and seven. They both looked at each other in disbelief. She began to panic, the color draining from her face.
The empathetic stranger picks up on her fright. He says in a quiet patient tone "don't worry, I'm sure it will be no time until someone fixes the issue"
He can tell she is riddled with fear. He prompts her to take some deep breaths. Her anxiousness swells into hyperventilation now.
He looks at her, opens his arms, and asks her "would a hug make you feel better?"
"Yes please" and a second later, she fell hard into the man's arms.
She began to calm down, nestled in his embrace. Her breath steadied and comfortability began to grow. She needed this hug, Erasing the fear of the stuck elevator. Eroding all of the loneliness that has been her constant companion.
His stature was much taller than hers. It was no wonder why she felt so safe in his protective embrace. Her face pressed against his chest as salt water tears streak his navy tie.
He reaches with one hand and begins to stroke her hair. He tugs at her chin with the other. She looks up at him as he whispers "shhhhh, you're safe now"
There in his arms she melted. Still afraid but now unashamed and completely vulnerable.
They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before he leaned in and kissed her quivering lips. Gentle at first, romantic, and slow. Then the momentum begins between them.
His hands travel down her back and squeezes her tight ass buckled under the fabric. Pushing his stiffened staff against her perfectly pressed pencil skirt.
Both of them make plenty of wrinkles in both of their business attire. Their embrace disengages briefly as he eyes her up and down.
She's short, 5'2, curvy athletic frame, pale translucent skin, light blue eyes, and burgundy curly hair. She is dressed in a gray fitted blazer, open in the front with a lacy camisole. On her bottom half she wore a matching A shape skirt, black pantyhose, and heels.
She reviews him equally, drinking in every detail. His body is tall, slender, sleek in his Navy suit. His white collared shirt tucked away under his double breasted coat. He has seductively shy eyes that intensified with his mischievous smile. His 5 o'clock shadow contoured his charming chiseled face.
He feels her eyes all over him and begins to become flush with excitement and desire.
He takes off his coat and folds it over the edge of his briefcase. Then he loosens the grip of his tie and top button. She watches his every methodical action.
He knows she wants him and he equally desires her. Not a single word more is spoken. Their body language said it all.
He outreaches her slowly and begins unbuttoning her blazer. It falls open exposing her silky lace camisole and pert breasts. He folds the fabric behind her body, exposing her bare shoulders. The coat swiftly hits the elevator floor in one fell swoop. Goosebumps line her skin under his watchful eye.
He cups her breasts creating friction between the silky top and her frilly lace bra. Her nipples perk at the touch. He feels her body become physically charged so begins to undress her top. Leaving her camisole bunched at her waist. He can almost see right through her burgundy lace bra. He traces and caresses her areolas and nipples gently.
He draws a deep breath in. Wanting and awaiting a deeper peek at her flesh behind the mesh and lace.
She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. The tension on the straps release, the fabric still cupping her breasts. She unveils her supple bosom, her nipples harden being exposed.
He draws a deeper breath in and she can tell his body is responding to her sight.
She matches a deep breath in and peeks at the projection pressed in his pants. She grabs both of his hands and leads him to her erect nipples. She closes her eyes and softly moans, letting all of her guard down.
