A group of us from our social networking site decided to meet face to face finally, and we're having an amazing weekend at a swank hotel. It's been a great night; we've had an amazing time drinking, talking and laughing.
It's gotten late, though, so most of us have gone up to our rooms. In my suite, I've put on some jazz, donned a silky blue robe and poured myself a glass of whiskey from the bar. I'm relaxing on the couch, twitching my painted toes to the music and sipping my drink, when I hear a knock on the door.
Caught up in the music, I dance over to the door and crack it open. You're standing there smiling, still in your shorts and t-shirt from earlier. In your left hand is an unopened bottle of whiskey, which makes me laugh. You ask why I'm laughing, so I lift my hand to show you my half empty glass.
I invite you in and grab you a glass from the bar. After all the phone conversations we've had prior to meeting, I feel very at ease in your presence. I make myself comfy on the couch again, you pour yourself a drink then cross the room to sit next to me, propping your feet up on the coffee table.
I ask if you want me to change the channel to a movie or TV show, but you tell me the music is fine. We talk for a while about everybody we met in the downstairs bar, and about how much fun we had. I sit up straight and stretch my neck by rotating my head in circles. You set your glass on the table and tell me to turn sideways and you'll rub my neck for me.
Willingly, I oblige and you start rubbing my neck and shoulders, easing the tension from the long day. I begin relaxing more and more, leaning into your hands and listening to the soft jazz and gradually, I feel your touch become slightly sensual.
Your fingers press into the muscles in my neck, but instead of a regular massage, it feels as if you're caressing me. My skin heats and my stomach does a tiny flip-flop. A tiny sigh escapes my lips. I feel your hands glide across my shoulders, slipping my robe down my arms.
You begin to massage lower, under my shoulder blades, letting your hands roam down to my lower back. You press gently, kneading my back with your knuckles, then dragging your fingertips upward. You continue for a few minutes, neither of us talking anymore, and I begin to feel aroused by your touch.
The next time you slide your hands up my back, you let your fingers wrap around my sides. Your hands glide up my back slowly, higher and higher, until you lightly graze the sides of my breasts.
I inhale a shaky breath as I feel my nipples tighten. I don't know what to say to you, so I remain still, with my head straight forward. I try to breathe evenly and seem calm, but you reach around me to lower my robe from my breasts, and my breath catches.
You cup my breasts in your hands and begin to caress them, dragging your thumbs over my hard nipples. You lean closer against me, and I feel your warm breath on my skin the moment before you kiss my neck.
I almost come, then and there; the hem of my robe is wet. You kiss my neck again, then a third time, as you lightly pinch my nipples. I turn my head to look at you and I whisper your name. You silence me with your mouth. Our tongues meet, and I gently pull yours into my mouth and begin to suck on it. I hear a little moan, but I can't tell if it came from you or me.
You tug at my side, pulling me around on the couch to face you. Our kiss becomes more insistent. You pull me tight against you and I can feel your hard cock pressing against me, straining at the fly of your shorts. For just a moment in my mind, an image flashes of the two of us, naked in a bath, fused together.
I grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off, over your head; I want to feel your skin against my breasts. You cup the back of my neck and pull my face to yours for another kiss. You sigh into my mouth as you reach between us to untie the sash of my robe.
