We arrange to meet one another and we decide to meet in a restaurant. I'm dressed to the nines in a black dress with thigh highs and heels, matching jewelry, and a smile on my face. I'm met by a nicely dressed gentleman who pulls out my chair for me and asks what I would like to drink. As we wait for our drinks, he gazes into my eyes and whispers that I look beautiful tonight and he cannot wait to touch my lips (the ones on my mouth). He slips a hand under the table and sparks shoot up my body as he massages my leg lightly. As we receive our drinks, I take a sip of wine then lick my lips, looking at him with intense eyes, as he returns the gaze - both of us knowing what we would rather be doing. We decide not to succumb to our passion as we share a meal. We laugh, giggle, flirt, glare, and exchange glances that remind us of what is to come for the night.
Once we have finished our meal, we excuse ourselves from the restaurant and drive to the hotel, wet and aching from anticipation. As we ride up the elevator, we hold hands (sweaty from excitement) and lean against one another. He then pushes me against the elevator wall, no longer able to contain his urge to touch my lips. Our tongues intertwine and our lips caress one another's. He slides his hands up and down my curves, inching his way down to the bottom of my dress, which he raises, and caresses my thighs. Just as we cannot handle the feelings anymore, the elevator door opens. We are met with giggling faces as a family is waiting to board the elevator. We walk down the hall, hand-in-hand, giggling.
As we open the hotel door, we immediately lunge forward into an embrace - kissing and rubbing one another. He gently lies me down on the bed, continuing to kiss me. He strokes my body with his fingers from the top of my head to my toes, not missing any spot in between, sporadically placing light kisses along the way.
As his fingers and lips stimulate every nerve in my body, I begin to move uncontrollably, knowing that the temperature and moisture level between my legs continues to grow. I gyrate uncontrollably as I squirm up and down and from side-to-side. I can no longer control myself and begin to run my fingers through his hair, pulling it as sensations continue to be aroused. I run my fingers down his forehead, ears, cheeks, and neck. I finally pull him up toward me and passionately insert my tongue into his mouth as our passion is unleashed with such a powerful muscle. I move his head to the side and begin to lick his ear, as I breathe in and out, evoking sensations that he didn't realize existed. I ever-so-slightly run my teeth down the outline of his ear. I can feel his arousal growing as he gyrates on top of me.