Blondestar-Exposed Desire

Daniel was at the bar when I walked into the pub that late winter night. He isn't handsome yet he isn't ugly. His nose is larger than it should be, yet he carries it without hesitation. His brown curly hair gives him a boyish look. He has either an arrogance about him... or a confidence that intrigues me. I must meet this man. I am certainly above this man; I ooze beauty and sensuality which turns every man's head in this pub.... every man but Daniel. I must have this man.

I turn and walk back to get closer to Daniel, to let my scent hopefully attract his attention, to try and let these bedroom eyes lure him. I approach him with all the swagger of a pro and tell him words are not needed, if he is up for it I would like to take him back to my hotel room.

Daniel says nothing. He rises from his bar stool and follows me out the door and we go back to my hotel. He seems a bit tipsy and I fear he may have indulged in the spirits too much to deliver what I want from him but the night is young. I'm confident that if nothing else I can devour this man, make his head spin which further boosts my sensual ego and at least get a little mindless fuck out of him. I don't have high hopes of anything more these days.

Once in the room I light a candle and I walk up to him and unbutton his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his bare chest. Not bad I think to myself. I then use my skilled hands to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off... glad to see his arousal already evident.

In the dim light I am surprised to see that his manhood does not measure up to his confidence, yet his charming smile makes me hope that he can satisfy my hunger. He is detached yet desirable, a rogue edge to him, something I can't understand but yearn to penetrate. I strip off my top and mini skirt but leave on my black stiletto heels. I see his eyes glance across my near perfect body, blonde hair cascading across my large natural breasts and the soft swoop of my tummy and down my backside across my tan, toned legs. Still silent I am starting to wonder if Daniel can speak but then again I told him no words were necessary!

We lay down on the bed and Daniel looked young to me, his body trim and toned, and I let my fingertips trace along his smooth skin and feel my heat rising yet I find myself hesitant to make my play on him. Maybe he is a man I should get to know instead of another pawn in this sensual game I play too often? What is wrong with him? Why is he not all over me right now? This is not how I imagined the night going so I ask Daniel a question; what do you want Daniel? What do you desire and what do you need tonight?

Daniel looks into my eyes and reaches over and places a hand gently on my face. He softly caresses my skin and I feel myself begin to blush, uncomfortable with his tenderness, unfamiliar with these feelings from a man that I just wanted to fuck tonight. He then tells me, I want you to reveal yourself to me, cast aside the diva attitude that you hide behind and let me see who you really are? Will you trust me enough to truly show the part of yourself that you so desperately try to hide? Will you expose yourself to me?

I was uncertain what to do. Why did he want to know me? Why not the normal routine of me seducing a man, using my skilled tongue to bring him to his knees and then to have him turn me over, face down into the pillows and fuck me hard, ruthless, without a thought as to what I wanted or my pleasure.

Daniel asked again, will you expose yourself to me and I whispered "yes."

He then asked me to get off the bed and stand before him. I rose and did as he asked, trembling from the thought of him seeing my flaws, my imperfections that I worked so hard to camouflage. He began to trace the outline of my face with his fingertips following across the path with soft kisses, and I felt vulnerable to his touch. His fingers then traced down across my neck, softly dancing over my breasts as my nipples ached for his lips, but he just kept softly touching my body in an admiring way. Then placing his hand across the soft doughy flesh of my belly and then across the small of my back, and pulling my naked body into his. I did not know what to feel but I was anxious and uncertain why this man would be so caring to me, a woman he just met in a bar that only wanted to conquer him, yet he was the one in control now. Our bodies touching, his arms securely around me, so close our hearts were beating and it sounded like a stampede of wild horses running through our souls.

Daniel brought his hands to my face and cradled it and then he kissed me. He kissed me like I was the first kiss of his life, like I was the last kiss of his life and I felt alive for the first time in a long, long time. I wanted to touch him to explore his body, to make him feel like he made me feel but I had surrendered to him now, trusting him with a part of me that had been locked away.

He was just slightly taller than me with my heels on and he then leaned down and took off my shoes and said that prop was not needed for him. That he saw the beauty inside me and he wanted me to feel special, like a rare flower to be explored, petal by petal. I wanted to speak but he gently put his finger to my lips and whispered "Shhh." He took my hand and I followed him back to the bed and we lay down beside one another.

Daniel started kissing me, deep and passionately. A kiss so sensual that I felt my body quiver as if a bolt of lightning passed through me, leaving me moist between my legs. His kisses were so unique, so enveloping, all I could do was catch my breath in between his amorous assault. I thought to myself, I want to remember every exquisite moment of this night. I had never felt such passion building inside my body and the feeling of his hardness touching my skin was divine. I wanted to touch him, to get my lips on him and taste this man, to please him like I had never pleased anyone before...but he was in control and I was his to explore and expose.

He kissed across my neck and lingered along my earlobes, then lower across my shoulders. He stopped and looked up at me and looked into my eyes and told me to watch him. He wanted to see my face as he enjoyed every inch of my body. His fingertips then grazing across my nipples, his lips following and then tracing them with the tip of his tongue....I thought I would scream at that moment. Something so often overlooked had now become one of the most erotic moments in my life. The anticipation was overwhelming and each kiss of his lips sizzled like a brand on my skin. He seemed to be pleased with his effect on me and his warm eyes glowed in the candlelight. His fingers then slipped between my parted legs and he teased the silken folds of my flower. I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside my soaked tightness and he began to stroke my clit with his thumb. I wanted to touch his hardness, to feel it in my hands and get my lips on him but he told me to enjoy all he had to offer me and surrender it all to him. I did, completely.

I had hungered for a man to adore me and make me feel like this for so long; and I begged him to take me and make love to me then. I wanted to feel him inside me, to feel my body accept his gift, to be lost in waves of ecstatic bliss that I knew he was going to bring me. Daniel then asked what I wanted at that moment and I said I wanted to feel him slowly enter me, and to feel every fiber in my body alive with this desire he had awoken and I wanted him to look into my eyes and see what he had freed as he made love to me, every stroke more sensual, every breath more heated, my heart exposed to a man I would never see again. One special man, one special night, changed my life forever. I was free.