They had agreed on things before the actual planning of their meeting even started. It would be this one time only, just to get 'things out of their systems'. "No kissing!" was the first thing she had come up with when he suggested it. Talking for weeks, months even, had helped them understand each other's needs and desires. He wanted to touch a woman, his wife had grown cold towards him, and she needed to be touched by a man like her pleasure mattered to someone other than herself.
Her fiancé had left for a business trip, or at least that is what he called it. He was having an affair, she was convinced of it and secretly hoped it was true. To her it would be some sort of excuse for what she was doing today. Permission to have something she wanted for herself just this once. None the less she felt guilty and nervous about it all and thought about calling it off several times.
After coffee in the morning they had walked up to the hotel she was staying at. Initially she had wanted to book a room in a less fancy place. "All we need is a bed anyway," she had joked. But he insisted on paying for a comfortable room for her, knowing she had trouble sleeping alone. The room was a small but bright room, the big window filling it with sunshine, but being on the fourth floor providing enough privacy. A king-size bed with colourful bed sheets and pillows that looked inviting formed the main feature of the room. On each side of the bed was a simple bedside table, besides those, two comfortable chairs with a low desk at the window, a side table with a small flat screen and doors to build-in wardrobes. The walls were clean white and empty apart from a big picture of a wintery frozen lake. The ensuite bathroom was in the same clean style. The White walls and dark grey tiles on the floors made it look simple but classy.
They had sat down in the big chairs and talked more, for minutes or hours perhaps. Neither of them was keeping an eye on time. He stood up and took her hand, pulling her up on her feet and guiding her to the end of the bed. He then let go of her hand, left her standing there for a moment and pulled up one of the big chairs. As he sat down facing her, the atmosphere in the room changed from nervous to tense.
"Take off your top, please," he said. The word 'please' made it polite, but his voice was stern and demanding. Swallowing hard she slowly nodded her head and after a few deep breaths she complied. He kept a close eye on her as she lifted her green top, revealing her black lacy bra. Seeing the contrast between the dark fabric hugging her pale skin caused a stir in his pants.
It was like she could feel his gaze burning on her skin, making her feel even more nervous as he spoke up again, "And now those jeans". Without a word she started unzipping her jeans. As the black lace of her underwear became visible he raised his hand, "Stop!" She gasped, biting her lip as she felt her cheeks blushing. Was this not what he wanted?!
He noticed he had startled her and chuckled, "No...No, don't stop. Just turn around first." Feeling a little foolish she turned around and slowly pulled her jeans down, leaning down to step out of it. She knew he was looking at her and could hear his heavy breathing, convincing her that she wasn't the only one getting aroused.
He bit his lip, sitting back in the big chair and enjoying the way she slowly revealed her curves to him. As she turn back to face him their eyes met and two nervous smiles formed on their faces. "Your body looks amazing," he sighed while he licked his lips casually. She blushed, standing there in nothing but her lingerie, as his eyes explored her body from head to toe.
"Lie down on the bed," he ordered, his voice confident and relaxed. Glad that she could get off her shaky legs, she crawled on the big bed and rested her upper body against the stack of pillows. "I want you to play with yourself, like you're the only one in the room." he said, "Close your eyes and just enjoy." They both realised he made it sound far easier than it would be for her to just relax and let go. "Keep your panties on. This view is already such a treat," He smiled, hoping it would help her calm down a little and make her feel more confident.
Taking a deep breath to focus on his words, she closed her eyes and brought her right hand up to her chest. Very slowly she slid her fingertips from her shoulder down to her breast. The fabric of her bra could hardly hide the stiff nipple. Gently squeezing her breast she could feel her excitement through her entire body and his soft moans of approval only made her more aware of her own touch. Very slowly her fingertips travelled down her stomach, tickling her skin and making their way down to her panties.
He was holding his breath as he watched her play with herself. Wanting her to move faster, needing to see and hear her cum so bad, but at the same time he didn't want to rush her. She had to enjoy it, that was his main focus. Biting his lip as her fingers danced over the black fabric of her panties. Caressing her hips, she slid her fingers under the hem of the lace. He could see her hand moving up and down but her panties kept her wet folds hidden.
As she rubbed and teased her swollen clitoris her breathing changed. Biting her lip and softly moaning as her body started squirming on the bed. She could feel the build up inside her, as well as the growing wetness that made her panties cling to her skin. Focussing on her own feeling, she tried to shut out the heavy breathing from him. Even though his arousal turned her on even more. He could see she was struggling and fighting against her own pleasure, but wanted her to let go.
"That's it, baby," he whispered breathless, making her freeze for a moment. "Just let go, you know you want to," he encouraged her, "You look so sexy!" His words distracted her from her own thoughts that were holding her back. Her breathing became faster, gasping and moaning louder as she rubbed her sensitive bud. Slowly grinding her wetness against her hand, feeling herself getting close. He sensed how close she was and could hardly resist the urge of getting up from his seat, "Cum for me..please, cum for me." With that she started groaning and as her legs squeezed together a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire body.
Her heartbeat was racing like crazy and she had to take deep slow breaths to calm herself down as she stared at the ceiling. After a few quiet moment she sat up to look at him. Blushing, she bit her lip, almost too scared to look him in the eye. He had a big smile on his face and couldn't help but to wink at her as she sat up. "That was so hot," he sighed a satisfied sigh, "Now take off your bra and do it again." She snickered at his words, thinking he was only joking but seeing the serious look on his face made her realise he meant it. "Please show me those beautiful breasts," he said. His voice sounded more begging than he intended it to be.
She complied and started sliding the black straps down her shoulders, keeping his eyes locked with hers as she unhooked her bra in the back. His eyes lost contact with hers for a split second as they dropped down to her chest. Clinging the lacy fabric to her skin, she wanted to tease him. Make him wait just a little longer. "Drop it," he chuckled, " or I'll do it..." His empty threat made her smile and relax enough to drop her bra. Letting out a soft moan he took in the sight of her chest. Two full, round breasts, her right slightly bigger than the left, made him lick his lip again. Her nipples pink and stiff from arousal.
She watched him as he stared at her, bringing both her hands up and cupping each breast to gently squeeze. He whispered a soft, "Fuck," to her pleasure and nodded as she lay back against the pillows again. "Play for me...please," he said, the words not so much a question but more a polite demand. With less mental resistance she started rubbing herself again. This time she focussed more on him, his aroused heavy breathing and soft moans as he watched her touch her sensitive clitoris.
The outline of his erection was clearly visible through the fabric of his pants. He enjoyed the sensual dance of her body on the bed, her hips moving up and down as her hand circled over her pink bud. It was clear that she was already close. The build up not as long as her first orgasm and much more carefree judging by the moans that came from her lips. One hand was hidden in her panties, the fabric soaking wet by now, while her other was squeezing her breast. Rolling her stiff nipple between her thumb and finger, making her gasp and arch her back as she send herself over the edge for the second time.
He didn't grant her much time to recover or catch her breath. "One more," he said as he stood up from his seat. She looked at him, and incredulous look on her face, "What? Please..I," she panted out of breath. But he didn't let her finish her sentence. "Don't worry, I'll help," he interrupted her. A cheeky grin showing as he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed while kneeling down in front of it.
Her legs were slightly spread and bent at the knees, resting her feet on the bed as she stared down at him. He reached out for her panties, wanting to feel the wetness that was clearly visible through the black lacy material. Placing his warm hands on her legs made her gasp softly. Leaning in further he started kissing his way up her thighs. His lips felt warm and soft, making her skin tingle as they came closer to her wet core. As he reached up to her hips, he looked her in the eye. Talking a hold of her panties, he slowly pulled them down. Watching for any reaction from her. She didn´t tell him to slow down or stop. In her mind she was screaming at him to hurry up instead. Both of them kept quiet though as he took off her last piece of clothing; revealing her soaking wet folds.
