After taking it all in, the views of the city, our leisurely dinner, the wine in our heads, the love shared by looks and touches, we slowly make way back to the streets, where the air is warm, humid, sticky, making our clothes hang to our skin. You dress clinging to your body, creating the perfect outline of your shape. Your curves. I let you walk ahead, just a few steps, just far enough so I can see the outline of your body cast by the streetlights, cast by the clinging clothes. A perfect silhouette.
Back to the hotel, back past the doorman who is smiling at us as we pass by holding hands, your other hand holding my upper arm, your head pressed to my shoulder. Through the lobby, back to the room.
The door opens, and we are met with a rush of air conditioning flooding out into the hall as we press in. By the time you reach the center of the room, you suddenly realize that we have not turned on a single light, but yet, because of the cities lights beaming in, you can see the room clearly. You turn as if you now understand why this place has always been special to me. You walk back to me, your nipples already pushing the cloth of your dress. Hardened by the immediate cold in the room. You come closer, and put your hands on either side of my face and draw yours closer to mine. You hold just an inch from my lips, staring into my eyes. Your body begins to press against mine, you then smile and turn around in front of me, and lift your hair to reveal your neck. I lean forward and kiss your neck gently, but you step away from my kiss. It occurs to me that you want me to unzip your dress. I do, and it falls to the floor at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra. You turn back around and kiss me hard, and begin to remove my cloths, leaving me standing in front of you naked. I remove the rest of what you are wearing.