I'm lounging on the hotel bed (pretty comfortable, actually) reading a book when there comes a knock at the door. I've kinda been expecting you. I flew out for a couple days and let you know where I'd be staying. I closed the book and went to the door. Through the peephole I see the tanned face and blue eyes that must belong to you. I open the door and your eyes meet mine.
"Ellen?"
"Yep. Bryan?
"Yes, that's me," I say. "Come on in."
I close the door behind you and admire your beauty as you walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. You're wearing a knee-length skirt and a loose fitting blouse that lays provocatively between your breasts. It fails to hide the outline of an obviously lace bra encompassing your breasts.
"I wasn't sure what time you would be getting here, or I would have had something for us to eat," I explain.
That's ok," you say, as you stand back up and put your purse on the bedside table. "I'm not that hungry right now."
You take a step closer to me. We're only inches apart. Your head is tilted back and we seem lost in each other's eyes. I don't know about you, but my heart is racing so fast I'm sure you can see my chest pounding through my shirt. I have never been in this situation before. I have no experience to draw upon. My brain is searching for something I should do, something I need to say. And I do the only thing that I can think to do: I brush your cheek with the back of my fingers.
That must've been the right thing because you throw your arms around my neck and I receive the most passionate kiss I think has ever been given to anyone. Our lips melt together as our tongues begin to entwine themselves. Your fingers begin to massage the back of my neck and tug on tufts of my hair. My arms are wrapped around you and I pull you so close that I feel your breasts compress against my chest. My hands roam around your back and my tongue explores your mouth. I feel your warmth of your body penetrate my clothing and hold you tighter still. My tongue searches for yours and finds it. It softly caresses yours. Quick teasing flicks tickle yours as they dance around our mouths. I run a hand up into your hair and play in its softness. My other hand slides down your back and caresses your butt cheeks.
With a soft moan you pull your mouth from mine. Our eyes open and once again I am drawn into yours.
"Bryan, I..." You pause as your eyes drop to my chest. Then they snap back up to mine.
"I want to love you. Like Lady Helen in your story."
I swear my heart stopped beating for a whole minute.
I think to myself, "Do I really want to go through with this? Is there such a thing as taking a story too far? Her breasts feel so soft against me. What will she think when I'm naked? We really just met. Sure we've exchanged email. Very personal email. But we only just introduced ourselves. Do I want to do this so soon? She is so beautiful! But what if this is a test? Maybe she's just trying to see if I am the gentleman I write about. If I accept, she will leave. Saying I'm just like all the other guys." My brain fights with my heart. It all seems to take so long, but only a second has ticked by.
My eyes searched yours and I saw that you meant it. You wanted to love me. You wanted to have me the way Lady Helen had Bryan. And looking in your eyes, I decided you could.
And when I said, "Should I take a bath first, my Lady?" you smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"That would be more in line with the story. But a simple shower would do if you'd rather."