We'd known each other for years. Yes we had dated but that felt like aeons ago. But tonight was not homage to what had transcended those many years ago. No it definitely wasn't. It was just about being around each other without either, driving to someone's house or to a party or dropping her back home after one. All we wanted to do was to spend some time together. Like we used to. Like we were comfortable doing for hours on end without actually feeling obliged to engage one another. Just being in the same room and feeling our auras around each other. Read a book, listen to some tunes, drink some chai/ coffee. The simplest of things. That's all we required.
It was the middle of summer and boy was it getting a tad bit uncomfortable. All I've wanted to do since summer started was to book a room in a nice hotel, get naked and crawl into those crisp, white laundered sheets. Probably even shut the blinds so that I didn't know what time of the day it was as I rolled around searching for patches of cold comforter. A complete hibernation of sorts.
I didn't know what to expect when I asked her if she wanted to partake in this grand plan of mine. Thinking that it would be the perfect excuse to finally get to spend some time with just her, I asked.
"Would you like to get a hotel room with me where we could just chill and not be disturbed?" I asked after mustering the courage to be less than shy.
"Yes!" She replied with almost no hesitation.
And so it began. We booked a room at the Raddison. Not particularly the best in town, but contemporary, clean, hospitable and fairly priced. She got the jump on me and checked in a whole 3 hours earlier than when I had proposed to go there.
As the elevator sped upto the floor our room was on, I took time to reflect on what I could expect from this little secretive deal of ours. I snapped out of it and denied myself the right to draw any assumptions. "Just go with it" I quietly exclaimed to myself as the doors opened to our tryst and to an evening that I probably will never forget.
She was curled up in the sheets when I entered the dimly lit room. I could get the faintest smell of her. She knew I had entered and whimpered a soft "hi!" I dropped everything and crawled right in.
As I engulfed myself with those soft white sheets I had been longing for, I immediately felt the familiar. Her warmth. For those few seconds or less, it felt like nothing had changed. We lay there for a while. How we passed it I don't recall.
The rain compelled us to order chai and coffee. A joint to compliment it, and her company to trump it all. Is familiar good? In this circumstance it felt comforting. The comfort of not having to converse when nothing needed to be said. Just staring at the rain and engaging in the most casual discourse. There often came moments where I just wanted to grab her and kiss her on the mouth. But I didn't know what to expect and so I extinguished the thought train as it stemmed. And stemmed it did, from there on out.
As the evening fluttered by with joints, music and conversation, the time came where our prerogative beckoned us to get ready and head out for dinner. She of course had to shower and that gave me sometime to reflect. The entire evening had gone by and neither of us instigated the slightest initiation towards making something happen off this evening we had planned. A pleasant evening this would be I thought to myself as I enqueued the next song and read my evening article.
The next thing I know she was waltzing out of the shower buck naked! I hadn't seen her naked in years and I couldn't help but notice how her body had transitioned from the petite, young 20 year old I knew and adored, to this beautiful, bodacious minx standing right in front of me. Her hair bunned up as beads of water trickled down her neck, down to her dainty shoulders where the tattoo of a Mandala patched itself onto her arm. Her shapely breasts were no longer those of an adolescent. They now belonged to a bold woman, exuberant and confident. One not ashamed of her body and free of inhibitions.
Whether she wanted me to notice or not didn't matter, because I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she slowly made her way to the bed where she laid out her inner wear for the night. I felt almost disheartened when she covered her breasts, even more so as she put her panties on. Slipping her long, slender legs into them and covering up her bottom. What felt disheartening initially, instantly manifested to lust as I noticed those weren't ordinary inners she was sporting. They certainly weren't. What she was wearing was a pair of black and pink lined lingerie!
"How do you like it?" She questioned me, knowing the effect she had on me since she walked out of the bathroom. I knew better than to drool, after all, I conceived this plan. Nonchalant is the way to go I said to myself.
"You look gorgeous!" I exclaimed as I grabbed her and seated her on my half tented lap. Taking in her aroma and running my hands on her thighs, I wanted to have her then and there. I wanted to throw her on the bed and sink my teeth into her until pain set in and yelping was heard. I wanted to taste her. All of her. Her skin, her lips, her saliva... her cum, her piss... her blood. Tonight I would take it all, I thought many a time. But what held me back from being utterly ravenous was the place she held in my heart and mind. Dinner was on the cards, and dinner is what we shall have! The rest can wait. After all, the dinner was planned months before this rendezvous was.
Through the city we roamed until we reached our fine dine. A place from her childhood memory. She wore a smile as she perused the menu and reminisced the times she went there with her folks. It instilled a feeling of pride in me that I could bring her here, and bring that wide grin on her face. I'd have taken a picture, but I knew that smile only too well to ever let it seep out of the vestiges of my memory of her. It was easy to be around her, but what I feared was how much easier it was to fall in love with her all over again.
Before I knew it we were driving back to the hotel. As the elevator climbed I couldn't help myself. The sight of her in that dress, and everything that was under it consumed my consciousness. I needed her. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer and leaned in. She didn't hesitate when my lips met hers. And surely she gave into it. I loved being kissed by her. I loved tasting her this way. It was so intimate yet carnal. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as the intensity grew. Our heart rates increasing, as she moved closer to feel my cock rubbing her.
The lift opened before I knew it and the moment had passed. That look she gave me as she walked out I could never forget. It was the look that I couldn't have her tonight. The little tease. I bit my lip as I followed her to the room. Little did she know that I would have her anyway I pleased. I would claim her body for my own seeking and ravage her until she squirmed of sexual impulse.
Whether she liked it or not, I would be in her tonight.
She went straight to the bathroom as the lights came on. I helped myself out of my pants and poured myself a drink. It was still drizzling outside as I stared on at the city lights. The traffic encompassing the lake creating a snaking path of blinking lights. The lake acting like mirror for the moon. The night was perfect and I couldn't help but crack a smile at how we got here. The whiskey went down smooth.
She came out wearing her night gown. Mustard. It fell beautifully on her body as she made her way to the telephone where she ordered Vanilla ice cream to go with the whiskey. We rolled a joint and cut the lights, the only illumination coming from the moon engulfing her face partially. We spoke of our lives and the people we had encountered. The women in mine and the men in hers.
The whiskey and vanilla complimented the joint famously inebriating us to a point where we started talking of the sexual adventures we sought in the future. We were comfortable enough to speak of the darkest corners of our perverted minds. She was just as horny as I was, which meant that regular sex didn't quite cut it anymore. We both wanted more from sex. Whether it was with someone we had just met or someone we were seeing. And slowly yet surely we started speaking of the unspoken. The taboo vestiges of sexual acts that were rarely visited by those with shame and demure. Acts that were left out in the dusty sections of the Kama Sutra. Not meant to be understood and executed by the normal and mundane. Just writing this down has made me hard and makes me want to chew her up and spit her out for the dauntless minx she is.
