The soft beeps of the rising hotel elevator prosaically mark the passing of floor after floor- standing in stark contrast to the racing of my heartbeat. What began as just another boring business conference had ignited a spark within me that had long been dormant. How on earth did one simple shared moment bring me to this place - with countless possibilities unfurling before me?
Closing my eyes for a moment I reflect on the past few hours. It's been years since we were both together- dancing, traveling, cooking, exploring and indulging passions both new and desired. Times that felt so deliciously perfect and yet, they seem like they're from another life. So many things have happened since then..but yet, there clearly is an ember that refuses to die. When I spied you across the tastefully lit hotel ballroom networking event, I could barely contain my excitement. Was it really you here at this hilariously boring work conference? A shared glance, a mischievous smile and any doubts about your presence were silenced.
Clad in a professional coat, slacks and those amazing glasses that get me every time...I couldn't mistake you for anyone else. Your smile brightens up the room as I saunter your direction. Meeting with a laugh and a soft hug that lasts an almost imperceptible moment longer than the typical friend hug- I feel an immediate easing of all the distractions that surround us. Sharing the stories of our lives' differing adventures filled with excitement, heartbreak, challenges - all woven together with a presence and appreciation that only we share.
Time seemed to fly by as we were locked into our own little world-only broken out of the spell by the sound of a live band for the night retaking the stage. It had been years since we danced last but I feel I had to take the chance- knowing full well what might happen if I had your body pressed against mine again (even in the most socially acceptable of situations).
The drawl of the lead singers guitar begins, the thump of the drums calls out. "Would you care to share this dance" I ask- my hand outstretched. An enthusiastic "yes" is the only response I need to hear. Softly I take you into a close dance embrace and it all feels so natural- so perfect. Hearing the music slowly weaving its way through us, I gently guide you into the dance. Slow guitar chords, sultry vocals- all being translated into subtle but clear movements. A simple touch is enough to guide you into a perfectly executed turn. I'm in awe, remembering how you always were such a natural dancer. The dance slows and I bring you close to me. Feeling your body pressed against mine...my skin feeling electric at each place we touch. The smell of your skin reawakening so many delicious memories.
Our hips rolling to the rhythm...so slowly, so tenderly. Our bodies communicating in language all their own- continuing the conversation, the story we began so long ago. I feel you lean into me, the soft swell of your breasts pressed against my chest is almost enough to make me go wild. My desires begin to take over, loudly calling for me to leave the respectable, sensible decisions for another day. The music becoming even more sensual, I press my thigh against you as you subtly part your legs...connecting us even tighter together in the dance.
The firmness in my jeans comically betraying the raging desire that has already intoxicated my sense...but I don't care. You already know- its beyond clear with how well we move together. The heat emanating from core makes it clear you feel the same too. As the song comes to a close, I dip you tenderly, slowly. You arch your head back and as I bring you back up, our eyes meet- both filled with a hunger and desire that can barely be contained. It takes all of my self control not to kiss you right there- in front of coworkers and customers alike. But colleagues of yours begin applauding- apparently we had an audience! You're stolen away for another drink with your team...but my unreasonably strong desires remain.
I try to get back to increasing shareholder value for my company but my thoughts are still with you, with our dance, with......I shake myself back to reality. I'm lost in this conversation with a customer when I feel a soft touch on my shoulder. You're letting me know you have to get to a dinner but want to catch up another time. You ask if my cell is the same- I answer yes. With a fiery glimmer in your eyes and a smile, you say goodbye....
...And that is what I thought would be that. But that's not how this story goes does it? Dragging myself to my hotel room after a rousing work dinner at some trendy restaurant, I feel my phone quiver...and then, there it is.... the text...YOUR text, beckoning me to join you. Apparently I wasn't the only one moved to action from our shared sleep walk to the present moment. Which brings us back to now. The ding of the elevator announcing I'm on the right floor of your hotel.
I stand before your hotel room's door- two distinct possibilities standing in front of me. One where I do the sensible thing, pick up and go home, and the other.... I walk through this archway into whatever we create together. Going home never had a chance.
I knock and almost immediately you open the door- drawing me into your temporary palace. You look absolutely stunning- the sensible outfit for the work conference replaced with a sheer black dress that complements every curve, every inch of your heart stopping body. We stand there- for a full moment- gazing into each other's eyes - wordlessly telling each other countless stories of desires unfulfilled, of the hunger of need, of the dances we will choreograph together. Mirrors reflecting the appreciation, the desire, the hunger building between us. Slowly as if drawn to each other by a force stronger than gravity, I take you into my arms, gazing deeply into your eyes. My fingertips tracing trails along your arms...your skin, so soft, your breath deep, the scent of you intoxicating me beyond belief.
And almost in slow motion, our lips are drawn together. The sensation of our first kiss in so long sends tremors through me. Slowly at first our lips explore each other- both familiar and excitingly new, each moment building on the next. Our mouths continue our wordless conversation begun long ago. I bring my hands lower, my fingers caressing the small of your back, drawing you closer to me. My hunger begins building as I press my body into yours, every point of connection being another burst of pleasure, of desire, of need. The muscles of my chest tighten as I feel the softness of your breasts pressing against me, I feel the heat radiating from you as we begin a new dance slowly in sync with each other.
Your hands wind their way through my hair and down my cheek- I deepen our kiss as our tongues entwine. The affect this has on me in indescribable with the firmness in my pants belying the unquenchable desire I feel within. My hands press you closer, tighter to me as our slow dances turns into more fevered grinding. All of my body is screaming to take this to the next stage....but I've waited too long to not enjoy every last drop of this shared moment.
I pull away from you as the momentary disconnect of our intoxicating embrace creates a moment of confusion in your eyes. I look deeply at you and smile..."I want to indulge every last little moment we share...and one of the things I miss most of you is our dancing." I walk to the stereo that sits on the bedstead, queuing up one of my favorite, slow sensual songs. "Shall we dance?" You "yes" is all I need.
We connect again in a close embrace as we let the music guide us again. The look on your face a mix of desire and mischief as I lead you into a turn- our gaze staying constant throughout the dance. As the music begins to build, so do we. We move across the open space of the cavernous hotel room as you twirl- moments of spaciousness followed by the intimate connection of a close embrace. Faster the music goes as I lift you into the air, spinning you around, only to end the moment by safely placing you back on your feet. The song hints its about to end so I take you into one final, long dip as I watch you surrender to the strength of my arms. Your head tossed back, hair streaming down as I hold you - completely weightless. The line of your neck, the curve of your breasts- all providing a living embodiment of the most perfect of sculptors works.
I draw you back up....our eyes meeting, hungry, needy, desirous. Our lips crash together and devour each other like famished creatures eating for the first time in a while. The unbridled passion now fully untethered from any distraction or limitation. The softness of your dress gliding under my fingers as I run them down your back, to your hips and finally on your delicious curve of your bottom. What was once a slow elegant dance now becomes a primal and hungry scene...one in which we desire to devour each other whole.
My lips wander down your cheeks, nibbling your neck and right below your ears. I feel you shudder as I feel the softness of your hands firmly grab my ass. "No marks please" you coo....but the only mark I want to leave can't be seen by the human eye.
My hands wander up your back, finding the the zipper of your dress. Catching it I slowly pull downwards, the teeth of the zipper giving way. I guide the soft fabric of the dress downwards as it pools at your feet. I step back to admire the breathtaking view. You- wearing only the most lacy, sexy and alluring lingerie I've ever seen- smile seductively as you step out from the pool of your dress like Venus stepping off a seashell.
As you walk towards me, the sway of your hips with the hunger of your expression has an effect on me beyond words. I can't remember a time I've felt so desired....a feeling truly shared. My eyes can't help but wander over every inch of your body. The swell of your breasts barely being held in by the luxurious prison of your lingerie. The elegance of the matching panties belied by a subtle wetness that nearly causes me to pass out from need. I move towards you and scoop you into my arms. I carry you to the ridiculously overdone four poster bed that dominates the suite- the hotel benefits you enjoy now being an executive who travels so much.
I carefully place you among the soft sheets as I lean against the bed post, taking a moment to savor the view. Watching your body move, arch- knowing full well what affect you're having on me. The image is a perfect recreation of a moment of you - frozen in my mind forever, wrapped is the desire and hunger.
The unfairness in our dress is beyond reproach- so I seek to even the playing field. I cast my coat aside as I gaze directly into your eyes. Button by button, I slowly remove my shirt- the curls of my chest hair coming into view. My breathing is labored but for an end well worth it. Falling to floor in a heap I'm left only with my pants on. With a slow, languid flourish I remove my belt and slowly take down my jeans. I watch your eyes watching me and the moment is so incredibly hot- knowing how much I desire you desiring me. Slowly I move my jeans down till I'm left with only my underwear- my firm passion demanding to be free of the silk that binds it.
