Can you believe it? Can you believe we actually pulled it off? I'm still reeling from the excitement, the naughtiness, the heat generated in the short time we spent together! I hope you don't mind if I relive it once again, but in words for you.
Who would have thought that we could have pulled it off so perfectly and cleverly, and all of our thanks should go to our significant others for having to travel at this very time. The b&b you chose for us to rendezvous was a fantastic idea. And it's as if the owners somehow knew we weren't there to sight see. The room they gave us was the most beautiful, most romantic room I've ever seen.
The flowers you had them greet me with were lovely, as was the wine. I'm sorry I didn't wait for you to arrive before opening the bottle, but I needed a little something to take off the edge. I was rapidly becoming more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by, and I still had at least an hour until your expected arrival.
Wanting to freshen up first, I opted for a bath and soaked in lavender bath salts, another nice touch. With my long dark hair wrapped up in a sexy chignon, and ultra-chic Chanel frames, I looked like a mischievous schoolteacher when I caught glance of my grin in the mirror. I couldn't concentrate at all on my book, but I tried for I needed to stop worrying that you wouldn't find me as attractive as you once had, or that I may not kiss as I once had, or that I wouldn't taste as good to you.
I hadn't been in the tub long when I heard a soft knocking on the door and your voice whispering, "Melissa, is that you? Are you there?"
Delighted that you had arrived earlier, and my agony over, I jumped out of the oversized tub, rushed to grab a towel around myself and flung the door open. You stood there smiling widely with a small overnight bag in your left hand. Your right arm immediately went around my neck as you pulled me to you, kissing me with the passion we once kissed. I knew my fears had been foolish right then. I knew by your eyes that you wanted me all over again and nothing was going to stop you from having me. I felt vulnerable again, vulnerable because I knew that whatever you wanted, whatever you asked for, whatever you demanded, you were going to get it, regardless of the request. What power to have!
I pulled you inside the room where we could close off ourselves from the rest of the world, from our real worlds at home. This weekend was just about us.
Water still dripping from my body, I stood there gazing at you. You looked exactly as you had the last time I saw you, but better. You had grown even more handsome than I could have imagined and I told you so. You blushed and smiled and intensely stared into me. You dropped your bag onto a chair, took your jacket off and threw it down and turned back to me. I took off my glasses and laid them on the dresser, asking you if I was what you had remembered my white bath sheet barely covering my nude body underneath. You looked at me, almost wistfully, and said yes. Removing the clip from my hair, it fell down my back and shoulders, waves of brown tickling the nerve endings in my back. Grabbing my face and hair, you breathed in my silky, lavender-scented skin and kissed my shoulders, my neck, my lips. At last, this day we had fantasized about for so long was finally here.
Not wanting to waste another moment, I threw my towel to the floor, letting your hands travel down my spine, down the front of my breasts, to the soft folds of pink skin below. You admired the muscles in my legs, my inner thighs and all parts in between. While you were exploring me, I began to explore you in turn. I unbuttoned your red plaid shirt, sliding it off your muscular shoulders and tossed it aside. Being short has its advantages as I found myself at the right level to kiss your nicely defined pectoral muscles, and your own raised nipples. The sensation gave you goose pimples that caused us both to laugh. Neither of us seemed to be nervous at all at this point. I had sensed some apprehension or fear from you when you first arrived, but the site of my naked skin under the towel erased that quickly.
I could feel my heart beating wildly, my hands were trembling slightly as they worked their way to the buckle of your black leather belt. You had slipped off your shoes while we stood there, and the only thing between me and you inside me was your pants and sexy red boxer briefs.
I slipped my fingers inside the waist of your khaki pants and encircled your waist with my arms, reaching around back to grab your ass cheeks, making you jump from the force of my grip. Your face is buried in my hair, taking in the perfume scent, coming up for air and stealing kisses from time to time, while your hands continue to explore my body.
I pushed down your pants, inadvertently pulling down your briefs along with them. Surprised by the sudden exposure, your long, thick shaft leapt out in delight, freely exposed for me to grab hold of and squeeze firmly with my left hand, my right lightly cupping your neatly trimmed balls, mouth licking and nipping at your neck and shoulders. Beads of sweat had already formed on our bodies, despite the cool air circulating through the room.
As my mouth traveled further south, so did your fingers, looking for the treasure you longed for. It didn't take long for you to find my little ruby gem, and when you did, you encircled it with the slightest caress of your index finger. I drew my breath in at the touch of your finger on my button, exhaled and took as much of your length as I could in one swallow, causing you to inhale sharply as well. My right hand still cupping and massaging you, I worked my mouth further and further down, nearly choking, yet delighting in the noises I heard from you. When I came up from air, you nearly doubled over in good pain from the excitement.
