"Does it matter?" I ask in return.
You looked at me for a moment and then said, "Yes, I think it does," then you pause before saying, "I want to hear you call out my name when I pleasure you." I gasped and you chuckle again. I felt one of your hands drop lower to my ass. you rub it for a moment before lowering your fingers and lightly snapping the back of my stocking. I whimpered, I couldn't seem to help myself. You smiled as you soothed my skin.
We stayed on the dance floor, and when the music began again you pulled me closer. I could feel your arousal between my thighs and was amazed when I reached between us and stroked you once with the back of my hand. you startled me when you grabbed my hand and held it there pressing it against your heated flesh.
"If you do exactly what I tell you, I might let you have some of that." I looked up at you and you are smiling calmly down at me.
"Reach in my pocket," you said releasing my hand. I felt a key at the bottom of your pocket. "Take it and put it in your bra right now." My heart beat faster as I did what you told me to. Both of your hands cupped my ass and you turned so anyone in the bar could watch as you fondled me. The skirt of my dress bunched in your fingers and I knew the tops of my stockings were showing. you looked around and caught the eye of several men watching then. You push your knee between my thighs and pressed against me, I moaned as you squeezed my ass again, pulling my skirt high enough so that the bottom of my cheeks were exposed. You rubbed two fingertips up and down the crack of my ass, under my skirt. I was shaking when you finally released me.
You helped to straighten my skirt and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I want you to go upstairs now, to my room and wait for me, and as you leave, look around at the men and yes even a lady or two and see the lust in their eyes. Because they all want you." I turned without saying a word. and walked slowly back to my table. A lady met me there and whispered, "Call me," as she slipped me a card with a phone number on it. My face flushed at the thought. I picked up my purse and started for the door. One man caught my eye and smiled knowingly. After that I kept my eyes on the door. I walked quickly to the elevator and then took the key out and looked at the number. It said 412 across it. I pushed a button on the elevator and leaned against the wall closing my eyes and trying to steady my breathing. By the time I found the room my heart was still pounding. I slipped the key into the lock and turned the handle.
The door closed behind me, and I set the key down on a table next to the door. The room was spacious and beautiful. A penthouse, I thought walking to the window. I opened the heavy curtain and unlatched the balcony door. I slid it opened and welcomed the soft breeze. I jumped as the door opened and closed behind me. I turned and our eyes met. you watched me without moving. "Did you see there faces?" you asked. "Do you realize how much they wanted you?" I didn't answer just stood there. "Come here," you said and I obeyed. you took my hand and led me towards the bed. "Turn around" you say softly. "Lift up your skirt and show me your ass."
My eyes widen but I slowly raise the hem, I feel it sliding over my skin as I pull it up until my ass is completely exposed. "So pretty," you say and lean over giving me a light slap, watching my skin flush in the shape of your hand. My black thong rode high, the matching lace garter framed my cheeks exciting you more. "Take your dress off for me, honey," you say sitting down and pulling off your necktie. I reached for the tiny row of buttons that ran down the front of my dress. One by one I undid them until my dress was open. I slid it from my shoulders and it pooled around my sandals.
My breasts swelled under your watchful gaze. my nipples tighten and strained against the sheer black lace of my bra. You pull me towards you and I stand between your legs. Your hands wound around my waist and you press your face into my skin breathing in my scent. Your hands travel lower to my ass tightening your hold on me. squeezing me gently. I feel your lips pressed against the underside of my breast rubbing softly back and forth. Your teeth nip at me through my lacy bra. My fingers shake as I undo the buttons of your shirt, pulling it from your shoulders and laying a line of kisses down your neck and across your chest, nipping softly at your skin and soothing with my lips and tongue. Without any warning you grab my wrist and pull me down onto my stomach across the bed. I try to roll over but you stop me with one hand on the middle of my back. "What's your name?" you demand.