How they met isn't important, what happened after they met is very important.
The man is reserved, tallish at 6'1", not chiseled, but not fat, either. His hair and eyes are dark, the spray of silver at his temples reveals he is not a young man. He walks with confidence, and his eyes seem to almost glow with a deep sexuality.
The woman is also tallish, at 5'9", her curves are delightful, full breasts and hips, her dark eyes reveal her intelligence, her voice is light, filled with emotion. Her lips are soft, full, painted with red gloss that stands out against her brown skin. Her dark hair is shoulder length, and bobs sweetly as she walks.
Riding up the hotel elevator together may have been chance, or perhaps it was fate. In either case, the outcome was the same. No words needed to be spoken, only a raised eyebrow at the perfect instant. The woman looked down, demurely, then boldly back up into the man's eyes. Her cheeks seemed to glow, her tongue licking over her soft lips, the tiniest of nods showing her assent.
As the man exited the elevator he walked slowly to his own room, opening the door, standing back to allow her to enter. The smile on his face was warm and broad as she slipped into the room, her tight dress hugging her body. She stopped at the foot of the bed, turning to him, and without need of command slipped gracefully to her knees. Her dress rode up her thighs, revealing the tight stockings ending short of her panties. Her legs spread slightly, her head lowers to look at the ground as her hands come to rest on her thighs, palms turn up, whispering in that light, beautiful voice, "How may I please, Sir?"
Smiling, the man shuts and locks the door as he steps into the room. Walking to the woman, he reaches down, tilting her head up to look into her eyes, his fingers gentle on her chin, "Well, first, you should lose your dress. Then we can begin..."
The woman smiled, almost shyly, standing, turning her back, her hands pulling her hair away, seeking the man's touch to unzip her dress. He stepped close, his hands gently tugging down the zipper, then sliding under the fabric, finger tips lightly tracing over her bare skin, whispering softly into her ear, "Only lose the dress baby..."
She turns around, facing the man, her hands lifting to pull the dress off her shoulders. As it cascades to the floor she steps clear, standing now, the red lace lingerie enhanced by her soft, red lips. The red heels encasing her feet accentuate her toned calves, the thigh high stockings a compliment to the red lace of her panties and bra.
The man smiles softly, his eyes roaming from head to foot, almost forgetting to breathe as he takes in her gorgeous curves, the lingerie serving to enhance the view more than if she were totally naked. Stepping close, his hands reach out, pulling hers gently behind her back, his head leaning down to tenderly kiss her as he holds her hands behind her back. He presses his body against hers, letting her feel the stiff arousal growing in his pants.
Her soft whimper of desire reaches his ears, he can feel the heat from her body through his own clothes, his arousal grows firmer as the kiss lingers, deepening, their tongues teasing and swirling hungrily. One of his hands slips between their bodies, fingers brushing lightly over the front of her panties, eliciting a shudder from her body.
The man's strong hands capture her body, one pressing against her panties, fingers beginning to press tighter against her damp fabric, the other keeping her hands behind her back. He looks into her eyes after breaking the kiss, whispering hoarsely, "On the bed, take off your panties, get on all fours baby, show me where you want to be used..."
