The summer breeze lifts the curtain in the hotel room like a skirt and it joins the wavering light of a day skipping carefree towards night. Stereo speakers brim the hotel room with sensuous Memphis blues.
I wasn't sure I wanted to go on this trip. After fourteen years of marriage and two kids, I wasn't sure I could find the magic anymore.
But when I lock my eyes on Donna's swaying hips, I begin to change my tune.
Her short, pleated summer skirt tests my restraint each time the wind catches it. Her cotton shirt is sleeveless and it sweeps low, racing down to the ample cleavage from her DD boobs.
The now hardest part of me involuntarily stretches, reaching for the hot space between her long legs.
I had just showered off of me the long, grinding week of work and the tiring day of travel. As I stand watching her, my desire is barely covered by the damp towel around my waist. The middle of my body is a large sideways tent.
She turns, sweeping her hips, the skirt lifts again. "It sounds sooo good," she says with a smile. Then she stops. "Babe," she begins, but her voice catches. Her eyes seek my thoughts.
"I love you," I say, without having made the decision say it.
The blue of her irises seem to bloom like petals opening to the sun. Her smile reaches across her whole face.
And at that moment all the cares of the days before this day feel like nothing but wispy shadows.
She takes my face in her hands. They feel like silk gloves. "I love you too," she says.
Her words ignore my skin, my bones, strike far deeper. Something inside of me bursts wide open, a barrier smashed asunder. I grab her ass with both hands, grind her into me and smother her lips with mine. Greedily I lick her mouth with my tongue and knead her ass, her firm ass, so well tended at the gym.
Abruptly, she extends her arms and escapes my hold. Her look is feral as her gaze lowers to the tent pole under the towel. I can almost feel her warm mouth sucking on my cock. I stiffen more.
I want to grab her again, but i can tell she is enjoying her ancient snake charmer power over me.
So we stand and enjoy the moment. I gaze at her shirt and picture her boobs, recalling an old thrill, the first time I saw them in the flesh, so many years ago. I remember thinking how lucky I was to be able to see them, touch them, suck them. I want them badly now.
I move my view to her high heels, up her long, bare legs, up to the sweet place beneath her skirt.
My lord, she is beautiful.
I can only shake my head. Even after fourteen years...
Something vulnerable shows in her eyes. Then it is gone, a younger ghost vaporized by time and trust.
"I want to see you -all of you, now!" I say.
Her smile is knowing. You command, it says. But who is really in control? She takes her time, but finally her arms cross her chest and her shirt rises, creasing as it moves, as if her skin has fingers and is shyly resisting being exposed. She drops the shirt to the floor. Her white bra is patched with lace. Her sweet boobs strain the fabric. Her lips curl ever so slightly at one corner. Then her long, slim fingers, with nails adorned with creamy white polish, slip to her waist and meet at the skirt's side button.
When I nod in confirmation of what I want, her fingers pull the button back through the buttonhole. The skirt abruptly disappears, as if yanked down by the floor itself. She is wearing a thong: white, lacy. Her pussy lips press against the sheer fabric.
I am just managing to breathe, as her hands move behind her back, like a magician enticing wonder. The deftness of her hidden maneuvers are revealed by the bunching of the shoulder straps. Finally, the bra falls away. And I stare at the sight of gifts to me: those bountiful boobs capped with beckoning pink nipples.
My heart is pounding so fast it is a struggle to remain standing. My brow is moist. I watch her fingers skim along the top of the thong. She turns around, bends over slightly and slowly pulls it down. The lace leaves the lovely cavern of her ass, reveals her pussy lips and falls to her ankles.
The word -WOMAN- vibrates in every molecule of my body.
She turns around, instinctively watching me closely, like a doe being measured by a wolf.
