I am in my room, at The Lodge at Pebble Beach (Carmel, CA) -- at a company meeting. Hungry. But feeling kinda horny for some reason. I take a shower, dress nicely, and go to the Louis XIX room, a small romantic cafe at The Lodge. I enter the bar, and see you! Sitting alone at a table! Lovely You!! A sweet but sensuous face. Curvaceous body. I ask if I can join you, and you nod yes, but only for a bit, as you are expecting someone. We have a margarita, and then another. Small talk. You are dressed in a black silky dress, clinging to your body. Conservative, but showing a bit of cleavage, teasingly so. And finally you announce that it looks like you've been stood up. "Oh sorry about that," I say, but thinking, My Lucky Day, and invite you to have dinner with me.
We sit in a corner of the dimly lit small dining room. A burning candle at our table. Famished, we order our dinner plus a nice Cabernet with it. We continue talking, in a quiet voice, necessitating us to lean forward in order to hear each other -- and this is showing me a little more of your lovely breast cleavage. The whiteness of your skin in contrast to your black dress. You catch me staring at them and we both blush but say nothing. Then we talk and chat as if we knew each other for a long time. A combo is playing slow romantic music. I ask if you would like to dance, and you say "yes." I am getting more and more turned on by the minute. You put your arms around my neck, and my arms and hands are around your waist. Dancing cheek to cheek. Smelling the fragrance of your hair as I nuzzle my face in it.
I feel your body pressed into mine. I am aware of my erection pushing on your belly, and wonder if you notice it too. I am hoping you are aware and I think you are, because there are subtle grinding of your belly on me. Still dancing, I step back with my left foot, but leaving my right foot planted which causes your groin to press into my right upper thigh, and again, I feel a subtle grinding of your groin into me. As the heat rises within us, I breathlessly whisper in your ear, giving me an excuse to nibble on it, "your guy doesn't know what he is missing."
I ask if you have a place to stay, and when you say no, I invite you to stay with me -- Your yes answer almost makes be collapse with anticipation. The dance is over, I sit you down, and talk to the maitre d' for a minute. We decline the dessert, and go out into the rapidly chilling outdoors, walking hand in hand, to our room, on the second floor. "I have a surprise for you," I announce while opening the door. A lit fireplace and Champagne in a bucket, already opened. Red and white roses on our bed. It's what I talked to the maitre d' about at the dining room. We hug, briefly, gently, and go out onto the balcony and watch the sunset -- over the ocean, the 18th fairway and green of the Pebble Beach Golf Course. A magic moment! My arms around you, protecting you from the chill. We go inside, standing in front of the fireplace.
And suddenly, we are kissing. Gently at first and then more urgently. A wet, but not a sloppy kiss, hungrily, with our tongues probing wildly. The anticipation of this moment, for the past few hours has caught up to us. You begin to undo your dress and I stop you. That's my duty, and I proceed, unzipping your dress. And you are doing the same to me. In no time, we are down to my shorts and your bra and panty. I step back, give a whistle, that is more of a sigh. You ARE BEAUTIFUL!! Black bra, bikini panties. setting off your white skin! Again, we hug. Kiss.
Your bra comes off, and simultaneously, so does the panties, and my shorts. Another hug, which is more of grinding our hot bodies together than a hug. My erected wet cock is sliding on your belly and you grind on it wantonly. My hands roaming on your back, and your buttocks -- so smooth, soft and yet so firm. Kissing with wild abandon -- rather frantically. We inch towards the bed and then falling onto it -- you on your back, and me on my side, facing you. I gaze into your eyes, and then my sight devours your body, your firm uplifted breasts standing tall and proud for me with pointed nipples. The flickering light casting shadows on your pubic hair. Our hearts beating rapidly and our breathing is a series of sighs and moans.
