The hall way is empty, I can hear the buzz of Televisions and voices floating down the hall. I stand in front of the nondescript door, beyond the shiny numbers above the peek hole, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the seemingly endless rows of doors without your explicit direction, I finger the slip of paper in my hand, flicking it over to see the number and time in your distinct hand writing. I stuff it into my coat pocket, readjusting it, looking down at my feet and assessing my shoes, they reflect back at me in the dim overhead light; I catch my bottom lip between my teeth and chew it softly before peeking back up at the door. I'm stalling. I know I am. I straighten my shoulders giving my coat one last tug down the front and smooth my sweaty palms along the back of my legs before raising my hand to knock on the door. The sound of the knocks echoes off the walls down the hall and there is a moment where I hear nothing from inside. A frown starts to spread across my brow when I hear the sound of tread fall on the other side of the door. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding as I hear the locks click as they are turned. I watch as the door slides open and your figure is silhouetted from the lights within the room.
I sigh and smile at you. "Hello honey..." I greet as you open your arms to embrace me.
"You're a bit late darling, I was worried you weren't coming?" I smile at you brightly, shaking my head
"No, no... I had trouble finding the slip of paper you gave me, kind of got a bit flustered."
A half smile hangs around your mouth as you take my hand and lead me inside. I can feel the heat of your hand, and I look around the room as we move deeper inside. The room is softly lit, you've put the lamps on and they throw soft light off the walls and the deep red bedspread. You kiss my hand as you turn away and go to shut the door, I hear the lock click in place and I swallow softly, turning I watch you return.
You're dressed in casual slacks and a polo shirt, you've taken your shoes off and I can see them near the overnight bag in the far left corner of the room. I sense you walking towards me, and turn towards you. You step close, your body almost touching mine. I can feel the heat off your body. You turn your head, moving towards my neck. My breath catches in my throat as I feel your breath brush against my skin. It flutters over my skin, making me shudder. I tilt my head slightly, exposing my next to your touch. You plant a soft kiss on my neck, making me break out in goose bumps. I let out a slow breathy moan as you slide your hand along my hip, your fingers flaring to take a firm grip. Your lips travel up to my ear, and you nip the lobe in your teeth. I moan softly as you suck and release it.
"Are you ready for me Darling?" You ask as you slip your hand around to my arse, pulling me against your length. I can feel you're hard on through our clothes. I nod slightly against your shoulder and neck. Suddenly you step back, holding your arms wide.
"Prove it..." You turn from me, retreating to the bed; shucking off your polo shirt. You toss it aside, reclining back on the bed.
I stand for a moment, a little bit nervous and then throw my shoulders back, walking towards the end of the bed. I stand there, looking at you, relaxed on the bed, ankles crossed and arms above your head. I smile at you before catching my bottom lip between my teeth and undo the tie of my coat. I then slowly start to unbutton the length of buttons. I look up, seeing your eyes watching my fingers as you watch me slowly expose what's hidden underneath. I hear you moan softly as my coat opens and I push it back, slipping it from my shoulders. You moan again, this time louder as I take a step towards the bed. The light reflects off my royal red corset, my heavy breasts spilling dangerously over the top. I can feel my nipples grazing the trimming material. I watch your eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch now exposed and displayed. I move to the side of the bed, and you groan, as more of me is revealed in side view. The length of my legs encased in sheer stockings, bright red garters hooking up to a garter belt that's disappearing under my corset. I come to stand to the side of the bed, and turn away from you; bending at the waist I expose my arse, framed in my red lace French knickers. I carefully slip off my heels. You roll over and slip to the end of the bed, grabbing me by the hips, you drag me back toward you. I move to stand up, and you put your hand heavy on my back, making me stay bent.
"You were meant to prove you were ready for me..." You remind me, and I feel your fingers rub up against my pussy lips through the fabric, I spread my legs a little, giving you better access and I moan helplessly as you pull my knickers aside and spread my pussy lips. You lubricate your fingers and easily slide them into my willing pussy.
"Mmm... very ready..." You whisper huskily as I feel your other hand come up to cup my arse and hip. I can feel you spreading my arse cheeks, your breath is brushing across my arse and I realize you're leaning close to my aching pussy. I moan as you start to slide your fingers faster, I can hear the clicking, the distinctive sound of your fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy.
