Sat together at the hotel bar in your little black dress and matching black lingerie, heels adorning your feet as you trace your index finger round the rim of the glass as we drink.
The bar is rather sparse of custom. The usual patrons. Few here on business some here for a weekend break. And then us. Trouble. Here to devour each other over the weekend through public touching, teasing and suggestive whispers that lead to intimate explorations back in the room.
But one guy sits at the other end of the bar, on his own, his eyes occasionally glancing towards us, and in particular you.
Upon my return from the toilet I notice he's approached you. Chatting away in that personable manner you often display with strangers always makes me grin. As I sit beside you I say hello as you introduce him. My hand on your thigh, softly caressing your upper thigh over the hem of your dress. A subconscious warning to him that you, you are mine. A form of pride in you as I catch his eyes watching my hand on you.
I don't even know what you are discussing. My mind is wandering. My imagination trying to fathom the options, the potential.
"Ready? Hey?!" Your voice echoes in my mind as I realise you are seeking a response. "Yes baby?" I respond, returning to normality as I notice his and your eyes focused on me.
"We headed back up to the room?" you ask. "Sure!". Finishing my drink I stand and take your hand as you navigate the bar stool in your heels. Aware his wanting eyes are undressing you as he gets a glimpse of your behind.
As we begin to leave the bar I catch his eye, and grin at him. He's unsure how to take such a reaction. A feint smile back as I place my hand on your rear and guide you towards the lifts.
Pressing the button I glance up to check the floor, aware it's a few floors away I remark "Wait here. Just popping back up the bar". Before I've finished my sentence I'm back turned to you and headed into the bar as you watch my figure disappear from sight. Curious as to my plans.
Returning back to you just as the doors open my hand on your rear again guiding you towards the lift opening. As my mind races with ideas you turn to face me as the doors close. Wrapping my arms round your waist, hands falling onto your gorgeous curvaceous rear cheeks, pulling you into me to feel your breasts against me, your warm breath on my face.
"Where did you go?" You question me.
"Just to check something" a grin beaming across my face, you know there's a plan forming in my mind, and you cannot wait to indulge in my mind.
As we arrive at our floor the doors open. I step out to lead the way. My plan well and truly made within my mind. Your fingers intertwined in mine as I pull you behind me in that needy race to get you inside our room. My key card slotted in; both our eyes fixated on the green light as it permits us entry to what is soon to become a dungeon of debauchery.
Leading you in, hand in hand, over the threshold of the door I turn to slam the door closed. The clunk of the lock as I ensure we wont be disturbed. Although such a disturbance mid session could be quite interesting of course.
Turning to lock the door my arm stretches past your side. Moving from the lock to your hip I hold you, my other hand replicating it as I lean in to kiss you. Our lips caressing each other as I devour your mouth, tounges twisting as I taste your saliva mixing with mine. Hands moving round to take one of your cheeks in each firm grip. Fingertips digging into your flesh as I squeeze them. Holding you there as your hands rest on my shoulders.
Luring you into the sensual, safe mindset. Right where I want you. In one swift movement my hands move to the back of your thighs. Fingers digging deep as I lift you from your feet. Your legs naturally wrapping round my waist in an attempt to stop yourself falling. The heels adorning your feet digging into my ass as I move you up against the back of the door. The solid wood pressed against your back as your chest is wedged against my body. The movement not only making you gasp into my mouth but causing your dress to ride up over your ass cheeks and round your waist as your legs spread round my hips.
Suddenly feeling more vulnerable. Exposed as your mound feels nothing but the crotch of your panties covering it. Your ass exposed, gripped in my big hands. In your mind you are in no doubt that I will be creating red marks across your bare cheeks with my primal grip of your ass. My mouth moving from your lips, over your chin and to the side of your neck. Kissing, nibbling and then the primal biting. Teeth marking your neck. Making you breath heavier as you tilt your head. Hair cushioning your head as I orally caress your neck and throat. Moving around, tasting you, the scent of your perfume driving me wild to have more of you. My fingers underneath you, probing at your mound, pushing the lace of your underwear into your slit as you begin to moan out louder at my touch.
A jolt of my hands at your thighs as I pull you back onto my, away from resting back on the door, I carry you over to the large bed awaiting us. Fresh crisp sheets, as I lay you down on them. Above your body as I crawl up, your hands wrapped round my neck caressing my head and shoulders as we kiss.
Reaching between our bodies I undo the buckle of my belt. Undoing my jeans as I rampantly seek to touch my shaft. Free it from my boxers knowing how hard and wet from pre cum it is. As it springs out, I waste no time in using the head of my thick shaft to push your panties aside. The gasp from your mouth signifying the contact between my bare shaft and your wet little slit.
Wiping my pre cum along your slit I grip my shaft at the base and rub it up and down. I sit up a little and take my phone from my pocket. Tapping on the screen you look up at me, confused, bewildered at my seeming distraction. Hearing a dial tone you bite your lip, wondering what I am up too. Touching your mound, playing with your clit as you look up at me towering above you.
"Hello?" you hear a deep male voice say. Still confused as to the person on the other end, let alone what I am up too.
I place the phone on the bedside table. You can hear the muffles of another on the end of the line. I look back at you and grin that devilish grin before holding my shaft and pushing it at your lips again.
