She booked the same room every time she came into town, in the high rise at the center of the city, with a balcony that overlooked it all and always arrived an afternoon before her visits to local branches, to get herself reacquainted with her room, its view, and him.
They had been hooking up for years now, always making a complete mess of the penthouse, and she hoped this visit would be no different. She walked to the balcony and started to slowly undress, tossing her clothes into the room behind her.
She started with her top, exposing the delicately sheer lingerie she picked up the last time she was in Paris. She ran her fingers across its embroidered flowers, feeling her nipples harden under the attention. She sighed and looked down at the city knowing that the next time she was here--hopefully in just a few minutes--he would be behind her, his hands gripping her hips as her tits swayed and bounced with every thrust.
She bent over slowly as she slid her skirt off of her hips, her fingers tracing every inch of her legs. She gave her ankles a squeeze, pleased at her flexibility, and kicked the skirt off behind her.
Standing there on the balcony in lingerie and heels, she paused, the thrill and fear of being seen almost making her run back into the room. But she didn't. She unhooked her bra and let it fall, pulling the matching panties down at the same time. It felt good and dangerous to be up here, nude, but feeling the sun on her bare chest made her feel alive and sexy in a way nothing else could.
Well, almost nothing. She giggled a little to herself and walked towards the bathroom, tossing her clothes into the closet, leaving her heels by the front door.
Turning on the water in the shower, she let her hands wander, careful not to break any of their rules. They didn't cum without the other one knowing, and there was no cumming on nights they were to see each other, without the other one present. She loved the rules. She loved following the rules, she loved telling him every time she came and not being able to, despite desperately wanting to, now. She loved the power they gave each other, a level of control matched only by the pleasure they felt together.
She glanced at the clock - 10:35 - and knew he'd be here soon. She gave herself to the sensations of the shower, feeling every drop hit her body. Her hands moved slowly, gripping and pinching in anticipation. She allowed herself a brief -- and allowed -- indulgence as her fingers found her soaking pussy. Two fingers alternated circling her clit and dipping in to tease herself with feelings of being filled by him, over and over, tonight. She imagined him bored at work, sitting at his desk and avoiding his coworkers, checking the clock every minute, eager to leave and spend the afternoon with her.
She startled when she heard the door, forgetting for a second that she had left a key for him at the front desk. But she recognized the sound his shoes made on hotel tile and continued showering.
"Hey," she called in a low voice from the shower.
He didn't respond, wordlessly moving a chair from the desk into the shower to watch her. She moved a little slower under his watchful eye, every drag of a fingernail sending goosebumps all over her wet body.
He watched as lathered soap fell away from her body with splashes of warm water and gentle hands guiding it away. He watched her touch herself, her fingers with a mind of their own, constantly wandering down to what he knew was wet and ready for him.
But there'd be time for that later. She followed directions best when she was turned on, begging to cum. And he loved to use that to his advantage.
He went to sit on the bed as she finished her shower, waiting for her. She walked out of the steamy bathroom and let her towel drop. She stood before him, watching his eyes as they took her in. He nodded his approval. She bit her lip.
He met her gaze and gestured with two fingers for her to come towards him. She started to walk.
"Not like that," he said with a sly grin on his face.
She smiled and got down on her hands and knees and started crawling towards him. His eyes fixed on her curves as she moved, watching the way the sweeping curve of her hip met the indent of her waist. He licked his lips as he thought about the way her flesh felt between his teeth and under the grip of his hands, and the way she gave herself over to him every time.
She reached him at the edge of the bed and sat kneeling between his legs, looking up at him, awaiting his next direction. With a look down to his belt, she knew. She started to slowly undress him, starting with his belt. Fumbling a bit for the buckle, she felt his growing bulge and smiled, not daring to touch beyond a graze until she got the appropriate permission. Slowly she unhooked the buckle and pulled the leather through. Their eyes met again, both obviously thinking about the last time; the marks the belt left on her ass, the way she looked laid across his lap, presented for him to enjoy.
She delighted in the exquisite soreness the next day, trying not to blush and squirm as she held meetings with her employees--his bosses and coworkers, and failing every time she met his eyes across the office.
She took immense pleasure in the double life, being in charge and in control during the day, knowing full well she loved to be tamed once the dark settled in. He knew it too and indulged her every whim.
Tossing the belt to the side of the bed, she moved to his shirt. She straddled him as she unbuttoned his shirt one by one, feeling the heat between them rise as she her fingers worked. She pulled the shirt off his shoulders and barely resisted the urge to sink her teeth into his shoulders and chest, claiming him as hers. She ran her fingers over his chest, thrilled by the contrasting textures between the hair on his chest and the soft skin of his muscular shoulders.
