We needed a weekend away. All to ourselves. I plan all week long and reserve a room at a nearby hotel. I called you at work today, Friday afternoon and leave you voice mail to meet me at the hotel and to come to room 214. You tried to call me back a few times. Leaving me voice mail. I laugh, your voice sounds so strained, so full of panic. I know what you must be thinking.
The time arrives for me to leave. I drive to the hotel, check in and start to get very excited. I don't expect you for a while yet, so I run a hot bath with bubbles and undress to relax. A few minutes after I immerse myself into the luxurious warm water, I am pleasantly surprised to hear the door squeak open. I hear you call my name. I am so aroused I can't even answer. But that's okay because you realize where I am.
You come in and spot me in the tub, my breasts peeking out of the water which is nice and creamy from my bath bubbles. My hair is pinned up just like you like it, with soft wisplets hanging down around my face and neck. The look in your eyes as you take me in is indescribable. The passion, desire, excitement...all feelings that you usually do not wear on your sleeve. But they are there now, for me to see and I feel good because I want this for you. I want to make you feel good...the way you make me feel. You bend over and kiss me hard spreading my lips, embracing my tongue with your own, making our mouths meet as one. Your kiss is so heavenly. The pure attraction between us could light up a room on the coldest, darkest of nights. You can't wait, you scoop me right out of the tub, dripping wet and lay me on the floor right there in the bathroom. You lay down next to me, up on one elbow, still clothed, just drinking me in, inhaling my scent.
You bury your face into my hair, kissing my head with light butterfly kisses all through it. Your hands make their way to my breasts and you stroke them so gently, pulling on my nipples just ever so slightly. I raise my head to kiss you, to touch you and you shake your head and say..."not yet." You stand up, towering over me and rip your shirt off, buttons flying...your pants drop to your ankles with your briefs and you step out of them after removing your shoes and socks. You just stand there for a minute looking down at me and I can see how your manliness has grown, how it is straining to unload and I relax because I realize, we are finally together and it is so good.
You take my hand and help me off the floor and guide me out to the bed. Sitting down, you motion for me to sit with you. I try to sit next to you but you pull me on your lap. It excites me to feel my thighs, my ass, bare against your skin. You can tell...you can hear the small little moans escaping from my lips as I push you back against the mattress. I lean over you and kiss you and allow my breasts to softly sway over your chest, then your stomach, as I move down and further down still. You grab my tits and pinch my nipples which is all I need to put me over the edge already. It doesn't stop me though...in fact, it drives me...gives me this unreal power to keep going devouring you as my lips touch your scrotum, then your shaft...slowly, very deliberately tracing that nice large vein up the back.
