Carl held the hotel door open for Andrea and she smiled sweetly has she glided past. Carl briefly caught the alluring autumn scents of her curly auburn hair as she went by and quickly entered, closing the door more firmly behind him than he intended, and causing her to jump slightly at the bang. They both laughed easily, and then looked around the Hotel room. It was a relatively spacious room, clean and with plenty of light. Carl had arrived in the city the night before, and his bag lay in the corner, the clothes he had been last night wearing draped across it.
Carl's eyes settled back onto Andrea, who was now standing by the end of the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room. He ran his eyes from her shapely long legs, enclosed in a professional looking long flowing skirt, and then up over her delicate blouse, lingering momentarily on her small but beautifully shaped breasts and then up to her sweetly oval face. Andrea was a tall girl, but still shorter than Carl, and she usually carried herself with an assured confidence that Carl found attractive. Now, she attempted to project that same confident image, her back straight, the curves of her breasts pushing very slightly against the dark colours of her blouse.
She met his eyes, now that they had arrived after his inspection of her body, and what he saw there did not match her confident stance. Her gaze as it met his was uncertain, and, if he was reading it right, submissive, waiting. This unexpected timidness, so uncharacteristic of the strong willed Andrea, made Carl feel even closer to her, and as he watched her she very briefly licked her lips, reminding him of all the times he had felt those warm lips on his.
Then realising he had been standing, staring, by the door for too long Carl stepped forward. His stride quickly covering the space between them. Wrapping his arms around her he forcefully pulled her body close against his. She came easily, her body flowing into him. Looking down into her now upturned face and noticed that a glimmer of excitement, of expectation, had joined the uncertain look in her face.
Their lips met, bodies pressing even closer, Carl's hands moving up her back to pull her close, while Andrea's stayed gripped at his hips, holding on to his worn jeans. Andrea's teeth now grazed Carl's lips followed quickly by her warm lips. They tasted sweet and warm. A tender softness next to his own strength. Her body seemed to melt even more against him, its warmness becoming even more apparent.
The kiss broke and they stared at each other for a moment. Then with a small mischievous, if still somewhat unsure, smile her hands moved from his hips and slipped into the space between them, feeling at the front of his jeans. With a groan Karl responded by again kissing her as her hands continued to push and rub against his cock, making it throb and harden, pushing back against her hands.
This time when their lips parted, Carl took the opportunity to begin to unbutton her blouse with his right hand. Meanwhile, he reached up with his other hand and pulled her head to one side, exposing her long shapely neck. She closed her eyes, her breath heavier now, as one by one the buttons of her blouse slipped open, and Carl's lips began to brush the exposed flesh of her neck. Andrea let out a small moan as he began to kiss and gently bite at her neck and moved her arms back to allow the now unbuttoned blouse to slip way off her shoulders and land on the ground with a soft swishing sound. Under the blouse she was wearing a delicate yet simple black bra, which Carl glanced at briefly before continuing to saviour the smooth soft skin of her neck, his hands now caressingly moving across her warm skin towards the clasp of the bra.
Andrea's hands were not idle though, moving swiftly back to his side and then pulling at the bottom of his t-shirt. Reluctantly Carl took a step back, allowing her to remove his t-shirt and again meeting her gaze as she opened her eyes. The submission he has seen before was most definitely there, but any unease had disappeared, replaced by desire.
Grinning, Carl looked down at Andrea's skirt and then back up to her face, suggesting what it was he wanted with a mock questioning look. Stepping back Andrea slid her hands down the smooth skin of her side and to the top of her skirt, hooking her thumbs into the waist band and then pulling it down. As she did so she bent forward, looking never taking her eyes off Carl's and allowing him a view down her bra, where the lightly tanned flesh of her breasts was visible.