Special thanks to exiledmaster for editing assistance with this story.
There's a knock at the door. As you let room service in, I slip away into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind me. I face the mirror, and slide my hands down my body. The cream colored fabric of my dress clings to every curve. I reach for the bottom hem snugly draped against my thighs and pull the dress up and over my head and hang it on the back of the door. As I stand there in my bra and panties, I can hear you say, "Over there is fine thanks." I reach behind my back and unhook my lace bra. Hanging it with my dress I can hear the soft crinkling of cash, a "thank you sir." The door swooshes over the carpet as it closes and there is an echo as the top lock is clicked shut.
I hook my thumbs into the hip straps of my panties and, bending over, pull them down to my ankles. I lift my left foot through my panties careful not to hook the three inch spiked heel of my beige sandal. While repeating the same with my right, I hear the creak of the bedsprings as you sit down. There are two soft thumps as each of your discarded shoes hits the plush carpet.
I take a deep breath and stretch my arms over my head, tilting my neck to the side and revealing the triple stranded gold earring dangling underneath my long, sandy-blonde curls. I watch my naked body in the mirror as I release the stretch, slowly breathing out, rolling my shoulders back and then begin to massage myself. First my splayed hands rub down my breasts and then reach underneath, pushing them up and squeezing them. Releasing my breasts, the palms of my hands press firmly down as I slide them over my ribs, past my narrow waist, over the soft skin of my belly and finally rest on the sides of my thighs. I lick my lips, turn on my spiked heels and enter the room to join you.
You stand up as I walk through the door and smile as you admire my naked breasts and hips sway across the room towards you. Other than your shoes, you're still fully dressed in an expensive tailored brown suit, blue shirt with the top button undone and a loosened silk tie. I reach my hands up towards your shoulders; part my lips for your tongue. You grab my ass, kneading it as you pull me tightly against you. I clear my throat and reach for your belt buckle, which is uncomfortably pressed against me. You immediately release your grip, but continue to suck and nip at my lips as you remove the belt. You bend the belt into a loop and playfully spank me with it before tossing it aside.
Holding my wrist, you sit down at the edge of the bed in front of the room service cart and pull me into your lap. I turn, facing the cart and press my back against your chest. I take a deep breath and rub my shoulder blades against you, enjoying the feel of the varying textures of your suit jacket, soft shirt and silk tie against my naked skin. Holding me at the waist with your left arm, you lean forward. I tilt my head left, baring my neck and delight in the feel of your breath tickling me. Your lips caress my right shoulder as you reach over and remove the cover off the dish, revealing a slice of seven layer dark chocolate cake covered in rich frosting.
I gasp with pleasure at the sight of this delicious dessert and giggle as you dip your finger into the frosting and bring a thick gob towards my lips. I suck hard on your finger, greedily licking it clean. As the taste of the rich, dark chocolate swirls and tingles in my mouth, your fingers softly slide down my throat. The combined effect of your soft breath on my neck, one hand sliding down and the other up, each grabbing and tugging at a nipple as the chocolate sends a rushing sensation through my body is enough to make me moan. I arch my back and part my legs. I start to slip off your lap, but you quickly reach between my legs, grab my cunt and hoist me back up. You spank my pussy playfully a few times and my thighs grasp the outside of your legs in delight.
