I had been preparing for ages before you knocked on my door. I was putting all my effort into looking like I had put no effort into myself at all. I showered and considered staying in my towel. That way when I heard your knock I would answer functionally naked, trying to seem effortlessly confident. "Oh, you're here, so good to see you, let me just... finish up."
But I was not so confident, and I wasn't sure I was ready to be that forward with you. I poured another hotel cup's worth of wine. I sat down on the edge of the bed and turned on the tv. Some square-jawed white-toothed newscaster started telling me about the weather. I shrugged the towel off and rubbed lotion between my palms. I started massaging lotion onto my legs. I shaved in the shower and they wee smooth and soft and warm. I pulled my leg towards my chest and started with my foot and worked my way up to the ankle. My skin was always a little pale. In the summer I might take on a gentle pink tan but that was it. I smoothed the lotion over the round of my calf and up towards my knees.
I paused to rub the lotion into the rough skin of my knee. I let my foot lay flat on the floor to rub the lotion into my thighs. I stood up while the man on the tv started telling me about some personal interest story; a gerbil saving a blind boy from a house fire or something. I was lost in anticipating you and not listening. I stood up and started rubbing lotion into my naked ass, wanting it to be smooth and soft for you, hoping you'd find something to do with it. I stayed standing and started rubbing my other leg, bending at my hip to reach my ankle, pushing my ass up into the air so I could feel my pussy between my legs, swollen and throbbing. I'd been playing with myself so much waiting for you, but never cumming. I could only do that when you tell me.
When I stood up I glimpsed myself in the mirror. I rubbed the excess lotion on my hands onto my arms before taking each of my breasts in my hands and squeezing them. They weren't the kind of tits you'd see in a porno. They were pale and cut with blue veins. I thought they were too large, that they sagged too much. I thought the areolas were too big and the nipples were too small but you never seemed to mind. The way you held them in your hands and bit them without hesitating, the way you told me they were yours and you wanted them; those things made me love them. I especially loved them after you'd used me and left a series of raised red bite marks on them, marking my tits, my body, all of me as yours.
I shuddered imagining your hands while groping myself. I thought about your long fingers sinking into my skin, stopping just short of hurting me. I opened my eyes, still in front of the mirror, and saw the blush rising in my cheeks. It was probably the wine. I rifled around in my bag. Underneath my carefully packed suit I found a pair of black tights, and a long blue shirt made of smooth fabric that lay heavily between my breasts. I pulled it on and unbuttoned the top. I pulled the tights up to my waist. The drape of the shirt revealed most of my thighs and barely covered my ass. I hoped it looked casual and effortless, but a nervous pit was growing in my stomach anyway.
I poured another glass of wine and folded the towel back on the rack of the hotel bathroom. When I get nervous I putter. I made sure the towel was straight. I made sure my carryon was next to the bed. There was a single king sized mattress dominating the room. I drank more wine. I puttered. I ran my hands through my eternally disheveled hair. I pushed the tips of my fingers against my lower lips and listened to tomorrow's forecast. Partly cloudy in the morning with snow flurries in the evening and...
Freeze. Was that a knock on the door? I texted you the room number right? My heart jumped into my throat. But the thing about feeling nervous is that it's only a decision away from feeling excited. I rushed to the door and paused with my hand on the knob. Check the peephole first. Is it you?
It was, I didn't get a look at your face through the fish eyed lens of the peephole before feeling my face flush and ducking away like you could see me. Take a deep breath, smooth the front of your shirt, how do your tits look? Undo one more button. Is that too much? Shit, open the door.
Every nerve in my body stood at attention seeing you there. A shiver ran down my spine and stirred my pelvic bone. I shifted my legs and felt the charge when my thighs rubbed together. I smiled at you and excitedly greeted you in a voice that was too loud in my head. My hands and arms have always had a mind of their own and the next thing I knew they were wrapping themselves around your neck. Every bit of your skin set me on fire. I planted my lips on your cheek to stifle my excited laugh.
Your hands wrapped around my waist and your fingers dug into my back. You lingered there for just a moment before pushing me awkwardly back. My arms stayed firmly around your neck while I let your hips push me back into the room. The door shut behind you. You wriggled out of my grasp to turn and slide the deadbolt into place.
You were grinning when you turned back towards me and I loved that grin, I couldn't resist it, and I stood up on my toes and grabbed your coat. Your lips were soft and your stubble was scratchy and when the tips of our tongues met you tasted heavy and smokey like the cigarette you must have had on your way here. I want to live right there on your lips and stay in that kiss.
But you broke away first. Your smile crawled back on your face and you pulled me closer to you, pulling my hips into yours and burying your face in my neck.
God, I missed you
You said it so close to me I felt your diaphragm shake. You breathed me in deep and I couldn't help but smile and hold you tighter. Our arms wrapped around each other you pulled your head back from my shoulders, pushing your cheek against mine and keeping your lips near my ear.
I need you
I ran my fingers through your hair and made a fist. I twisted my face towards yours and kissed you harder than before. I sucked your lower lip into my mouth and bit down while I moaned. Your hand fell roughly between my legs, rubbing your palm hard along against my pussy. I let go of your lip to gasp and your mouth found its way to my neck, biting me in rhythm with your hands roughly rubbing me through my tights.
"please?" I breathed as I moved my hips with the motion of your hands. "I'm yours, please, use me."
