The Introduction
Sitting on the sofa in the living room of the hotel suite, I am thinking of just how crazy this might be. After all, we haven't been talking that long via e-mails and instant chatting, and we definitely don't know each other well enough to completely trust one another yet. Then again, maybe that's part of the intrigue and the attraction.
Having met only what seems like a week ago, the flirting moved like lightning into seduction and ultimately into cyber and phone sex. The pent-up passion within both of us has been equaled only for our appetite to continue searching out new ways to find that pleasure and release. At first it was our words exchanged via the computer. Then it was our voices whispering over the phone. Now, in a few minutes, it will be our bodies speaking their own language, searching each other out, kissing and licking one another, and discovering how well we fit inside each other.
And while this idea may have seemed foreign to both of us just several days earlier, or at least nothing more than an erotic fantasy, it has become the focal point of our thoughts for the past two days. This reality is what we have been wanting and needing for a long time. To let go in the arms of a near-stranger, to express ourselves like we never could in our daily lives, and to explore new heights with another who shares the same desires and hunger.
And so here I am, relaxing in the hotel room you reserved for us, kicking back for a few minutes before we are both thrust into a whirlwind of lust and passion. It is in these last building moments of anticipation that my thoughts drift towards you.
Of the two of us, you were the more reluctant to accept the mutual invitation of this secret rendezvous. While the thought enticed you, and the fantasy had been one you held for a while now, the actual realization of meeting someone in a hotel for sex sounded clichΓ©d and unlike you. But once you gave in to that longing within, and set your mind and body to this path of passion and pleasure, nothing could stop you from exploring every detail of the encounter, and brainstorming more delicious plans for our first night together.
The package I sent you was your idea. You had told me that you have always loved to please your partner and dress sexy for him. The idea turned me on so much that I agreed I would buy you the clothes I wanted you to wear and send them to you. Once I had your sizes, I shopped long and hard to find what I thought was the perfect dress for you. I found the dress in a small boutique, hours after I started looking. I imagined how it would look on you, the sleek, soft black fabric tightly hugging your curves. I remember spreading it out on my bed and running my fingertips over it, almost feeling you next to me as my hands glided over the chest area, down along the hips, and ultimately to the hem of the mid-thigh party dress.
The next part of the package was the undergarments. It took me long enough, but I found a matching pair of lace bra and panties that I thought deserved to be adorned by you. The 3" black heels that I picked up in the same boutique as where I found the dress completed the ensemble. But then, there was one last gift that I included in the package that I did not tell you about. I wanted to see how good you looked in it, and I wanted you to wait until you got to the room to thank me for it.
I also included in the package a letter that detailed how I wanted you to spend the day preparing for our rendezvous. I wanted you to take a long bubble bath to soak away the stress, to relax, and to feast on the anticipation. I wanted you to meticulously shave your legs and arm pits fresh for me. I wanted you slick and clean and all mine to eat up. I wanted you to feel pampered so that I could further that pleasure and help you melt away into the night with me.
As for me, I chose a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a new pair of dark silk boxers. I recall you telling me in passing how sexy you thought silk boxers were on a man. And of course, I am all too happy to oblige.
Coming full circle, remembering of the intricate details with which we planned our encounter tonight, I smile slightly at the idea of the few surprises I have in store for you as well. Each of the surprises centers on a desire or fantasy we shared over the phone or during one of our conversations online. They were things you mentioned in passing that I tucked away in my memory in order to surprise you tonight. I want you to know how good it can be to let yourself go. And soon, very soon, we will find that out together.
As a matter of fact, there is the knock now.
Chapter One β A Heated Hello
Taking my time to get up slowly, I make one last round of the suite to make sure that everything is as it should be. The lights are on low in the hallway, candles lit in the bedroom and the champagne is chilling in its ice bucket. And there are also a few "goodies" in the refrigerator for later.
Walking towards the door, a second knock reverberates across the room. By this time I can tell you are standing there, a little nervous perhaps, your heart beating fast with adrenaline and anticipation, your eyes and ears focused on the door knob, waiting for it to turn. Reaching the door, I lean forward and look through the eyehole in order to catch my first glimpse of you... absolutely stunning! Standing there wearing the exact dress I picked out for you, the high heels accentuating your legs and ass, you are holding a small handbag and glancing down either side of the hallway, nervously as I suspected.
I also see that you have on the extra little gift I sent with the package. I wanted you to feel special about tonight, that this was not something I do all the time, so I picked out a matching set of diamond earrings and bracelet. The diamonds are glowing brightly in the hallway light; your skin is glowing. You look beautiful.
Not wanting you to hesitate or think I am hesitating in any way, I slowly reach out for the door knob, push it down, and slowly open the door. As the hallway light permeates the room, I see you without the hindrance of the eye hole for the first time and you get your view of me at last. And as our eyes drift over each other's bodies, a soft smile appears on both our faces as our eyes finally connect. "Come in," I whisper, as I extend my hand to you.
Accepting my hand, I feel your soft fingertips entwine with mine, as I lead you into the suite and close the door behind you. I turn back to notice you have stopped only a foot or so inside the room, simply staring into the suite and taking in the incredible scene that is unfolding before your eyes. It becomes increasingly evident to you that I have taken great care to set up the room the way we discussed and way you envisioned it.
As your eyes complete their view around the suite, they find me standing in front of you, my eyes smiling back at you, noticing your glow was not a product of the lights in the hallway or the glimmer from the diamonds, but rather from within you. I can see the passion in your eyes. I can feel the anticipation permeating your skin. I can sense your hunger.
Our hands still holding on to each other, I pull you softly towards me, bring my free hand to your cheek, and lower my mouth down to yours, our lips searching one another for the first time. All at once, our bodies seem to exhale deeply, our nerves beginning to evaporate, and our heat beginning to swell. And as our tongues explore each other, and our mouths feed off each other, our hands join the embrace by caressing each other's frame, running all over each other's body.
My strong hands reach out for your hips and pull you closer towards me, feeling the warmth of your body and the soft fabric of the dress. My hands roam the small of your back, outlining your figure, reminiscent of my hands' journey over the dress while it laid spread out on my bed just a few days ago. One of my hands moves up along your spine, rubbing your back lightly, the other moving down to your ass, cupping and caressing both your cheeks.
At the same time, your hands reach out for my upper back and shoulders. Your fingertips glide over my biceps and chest. Our mouths still locked together, the feast of passion and pleasure still only beginning, but lasting already what seems like an eternity. And after what seems like hours, we slowly work our way back down, hug tight one last time, and break off our sweet, first kiss.
Pulling back from you slowly, I glance towards your earrings, lean forward again to kiss your left earlobe, my tongue lightly darting about you. A moment later, I end the soft kiss and whisper to you, "They were meant for you. You look beautiful."
A smile appears on your face, and you lightly kiss my cheek. Following your lead, I turn my head slightly and we engage in another heated embrace. Our hands holding each other's face, our lips once again dancing magically with the other. A kiss so passionate and so raw, that our bodies cannot help but tremble and moan.