Her.
I order a drink. Wine. Red. The most expensive.
Him.
Seeing you sitting at the bar...rimming the glass of your cabernet with your painted fingertip...
Her.
I notice you the moment I enter the lobby...the tapping of the heels of my sharp dress shoes announcing my entrance...commanding the room. Looking your way immediately, the red of your dress is loud...and you own the room.
Him.
I stop dead in my tracks...looking your way...having exchanged several looks throughtout the day...the weekend...you know it and I know it. I want you.
So I wait for you to look over.
Her.
I know you're there. But I play on it.. my ankle twirls, my heel slipping off a little, a flash of lace topped stockings up my thigh, a lip bite, slow... Exaggerated. Flicking my hair so neck is bared...inviting...
And then...
I meet your gaze.
Him.
I memorize as much as I can from across the lobby...I've been memorizing all weekend. I see the tiny strands of hair that drap down against your neck, loosened and fallen from your bun. Those stockings...I have visions of catching them between my teeth. But I stand still. Staring...until my eyes flick over towards the elevator. Giving a command without saying a word*
Her.
I don't respond... I slowly take another sip, not finishing it. I settle it back on the bar... A pause...
And then I stand. I drape my jacket over my shoulder, purse in my hand. I don't look at you again. But I walk like I know youre watching...
My hips sway... My dress clings to my ass... So tight... Can you see a pantie line...
Am I wearing any?
My heels click... As I make my way and I press the button with the tip of my long red nail.
Him.
If you are...they're made of dental floss...because I can't see the line. I need to be careful...because just watching you in that dress makes me cock swell under the thin expensive fabric of my dress pants...and it would be impossible to hide. But I dont intend on hiding it for you...and I wordlessly follow you in as the elevator doors slide open, my heavy black overcoat and scarf hiding the sharp suit underneath, but my tie has already been loosened...
and as the doors close I lean back against the gold brass railing, opposite of you...just looking, making sure you see my lust filled eyes already undressing you, imagining peeling that red dress from you...and I reach over and press the button that reads "PH"*
Her.
I too lean back... If you are undressing me... Then there can be no doubt that I am undressing you. I am brazen with it, my eyes sweeping downwards me back up... I follow your finger, I smirk as you press the button. Higher and higher we rise... Time ticking... My heart beats fast. But I don't say a word. I don't move an inch... I just watch you under thick lashes.
Him.
We mutually engage in a thick, hot mental foreplay without the slightest movement outside of our wandering eyes. Not a word spoken, but my intensions couldn't be more clear. I'm calm, put together, cleaned up on the outside, but on the inside I'm a ravenous animal, and I've found my prey. My mind swirls as I reach into my pocket, and pull the silver keycard out of my pocket as the ding rings out and the doors slide open. Only my hand laying open towards the door, motioning the "after you" *
Her.
My gaze flicks past you to the opening door... Luxury. Money. Class. But I know I belong... I walk past you close enough to touch, but I don't, I flick my hair though so you get a deep breath of my perfume... My scent. I leave my bag on a side table. Dropping my jacket on a chair. My finger runs the length of a shelf as I look around
Unashamed and indiscrete in snooping. Wanting to know everything about you. Without asking anything.
Him.
Wordlessly following...unwrapping the cashmere scarf from my neck...folding it meticulously and draping it over the edge of the chair...my overcoat comes off next, but I stop and put it on a hanger in the closet. My suit coat however...that I shrug from my shoulders and more casually drape it over the chair, over top of yours. My crisp white shirt is so perfectly starched, not a wrinkle in sight, but the black silk tie has been loosened an inch or two. I pause in the room and remove my sterling silver cufflinks, placing them on the side table...watching you as you near the minibar.*
Her.
You think I havent seen your slow undress... But I have. Reflected in the mirror, in the wall to floor window. I see you. And I want you. But... First... I find the bar, flicking the door open I lower slowly, leaning forward... My breasts strain with a soft swing as I rock my hips from side to side in mock contemplation. I reach...taking out a bottle of something sparkling... Cold. I turn to you, eyebrow raised in question...
Not for permission... Rather...If you'd like to share.As I shut the fridge door with my heel.
Him.
You're absurdly sexy. Every movement, every micro expression, every flex of your body language. The animal claws at the bars...I want to tear you apart. But I remain calm on the outside. I'm aware of my cock growing, but I'm okay with that. I want you to see. And I respond to your eyebrow, with a single drop of my chin...a nod of affirmation...Just a single lift and drop of my chin, taking a long fluid two steps towards you*
Her.
My fingertips twirl the wire... Slowly... Unpeeling the foil, my palm rides up the bottle neck, a swift, tight, grip, as my hand twists... The pop is soft, the bubbles rise then simmer... I bring the bottle to my lips, rimming the top with a slow sweep of my tongue... Then... My lips part.. a brush of deep red lipstick marks the glass as I take a mouthful... But... As I lower the bottle... A drop drips... Running from my lip down my chin... I catch it with my fingertip... And offer it to you
No hint of a smile. Just pure lust.
Him.
Stepping up...into your space, and before your hand is even properly extended, I catch it in my palm, your fingers held out, my thumb pressing against your palm. I lean in, my deep brown eyes looking straight into you...and move my chin towards your finger, except I dont...
Instead I exhale deeply, letting my guttural breath warm your collarbone...taking you by surprise as my tongue extends and the very tip drags up your trachea, curling upwards under your chin and catching the faintest hint of champagne still left on your chin...licking all the way up and only pulling away the second my tongue touches your bottom lip...letting you watch as it disappears back in my mouth and I savor the taste*
Her
I gasp... My breath caught as your touch takes me by surprise. I feel you on my skin, the line you've drawn burns. My body reacts instantly. The jolt felt through me. I nearly drop the bottle, I feel it slipping from my fingers, much like my control... I want you... My eyes drown in yours... And they beg wordlessly "take me"
Him.
I can see the submission in your once proud and defiant eyes. As the bottle begins to drop, I catch it in my hand. I'm sharp as a tack, and don't miss a thing...my fingers brush against yours as I take the body from you. My other hand reaching up to your neck...gently stroking your throat where my tongue just was...curling around to the nape of your neck and turning your body a half turn...my other hand assists after I set the bottle on the table, and I twist you around and step up, giving you that first feel of my swollen manhood as I settle it against the center of your dress at your ass. Only inches from the 85th floor window, you feel the push and your hands instinctively move up to stop yourself...viewing the blacks and gold and whites of the darkened city and the flickering lights...one hand rests on your throat, the other stretches your arms up high, before running down your ribs...my breath against your long neck as I lean in to nibble on your skin.*
Her.
My palms slide up along the crystal clear glass. I feel like I am being stretched, put on display, the city below the audience... And you are my director. My eyes fall closed for a second as I shiver against your lips... That brush against my neck sends goosebumps down my arms and my nipples harden to the point of pain. I press against the glass, a slight push and my ass rocks back against you, the curve of my cheeks brushing along your from thick cock, letting him know I feel him. And I want him
Him.
My left hand slides up your ribs...my right hand slides down your chest. They meet at your breasts...full, phenomenal breasts that spill over the top of the deep red just aching, begging...even your nipples can be felt as they harden...but I take two handfuls first...squeezing them together, kneading and needing them...letting you feel that pressure and angsty hungry exhibited by my hands...
And then my thumbs hook the top edges, and pull down so slowly...so fucking slowly ...so just your nipples peek out and I press my cock against you firmly, shunting your body forward so your nipples feel the cold glass...
My hands staying put, but my fingers curling upwards...slowly peeling your dress up around your womanly curves*
Her.
I let out a low moan as my nipples feel the cold. And it sparks between my legs ... My clit... She needs attention... A touch... A lick... Anything. Then you peek my dress from my skin... Slowly riding that curve... No panties... No bra... Just a slutty girl in a red dress, stockings, and heels. And all your to tease... Toy and play with. My head turns to the side and my lips hunt for yours. Leaving deep red stains against your skin. You feel it... Feel my lust bubbling to the point...
...where I am losing control
Him.
You can feel the stubble of my cheek...you know you're close to my lips...but my head turns and you feel jawbone...then my teeth against your shoulder. Your body slowly bared, put on display...the heels causing your ass to rise up and out, welcoming. Your dress hiked and you feel my thumbs pinch and twist both nipples, my cock which is now a completely rigid tool, built and perfected just for you and your dripping cunt, he bursts against the fabric and rubs against the very bottom of your puffed Lips...your clit however...she still burns... And you finally hear my deep voice, the lowest whisper, like a breeze, but deep..."do you want him?"
Her.
