When she opened the door to the hotel room she found the dimness of lamp lighting calming. Walking through the large room to the windows facing the city, she barely noticed the plush furniture or the wet bar in the corner. Why was she so nervous? She continued to ask herself this as if an answer would some how be revealed. She knew him and trusted him so the anxiety seemed out of character for her.
Still, she was nervous and it was showing in the slight tremble in her hands. It made her appear weak and she hated that. She was known for her strength and confidence. Attempting to distract herself, she looked around the room and found the bar. She didn't care what was there, she needed a shot. Pouring the bourbon in the tumbler and tossing back the alcohol was her quick fix for the nerves. She welcomed the burning in her throat that ran down to her stomach in exchange for the anxiety of his arrival.
The alcohol was barely in her system when she heard the light knock on the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had waited for this day. It was finally going to happen. All those times she had sat across the restaurant or bar or club knowing he was there and yet unable to have a small meal with him. Unable to sit next to him at the bar. Having only those quick moments when he looked up and caught her gaze and smiled. Causing the butterflies in her stomach to go wild. Or passing him in the hallway leaving the restroom and his brushing up against her side as he walked by. That physical contact brought on more than butterflies. It lit a small fire that burned deep in her pussy. She dreamed of a day when the hiding would stop and he make it known she was his, but this was not that day.
She crossed the room and opened the door to his smiling face. He always made it obvious he was glad she was near by his smile. But there had been times that she had shown up at the wrong place at the wrong time and was not greeted by a look of happiness. He had always texted her on an untraceable number to let her know where he would be. He checked in with her every day, but never to actually meet in person. Until today. Today the waiting was over.
He stepped into the room he had reserved under a false name and pushed his fists into the pockets of his pants. She wondered if he were attempting to hide the fact that he was hard. If so, he was unsuccessful. She tried to immediately look away, but she found herself looking back and staring. The bulge in his pants made her mouth water. Her breathing increased and her thighs clenched together as the fire in her pussy burned hotter with just his entering the room. She knew he could see her nipples were hard through the thin top she wore with the skirt and stiletto heels. He had to know how badly she wanted him. It was obvious in every possible way and she had never tried to hide it.
"I'm glad......." What? She had no idea how to finish.
"Shhhhhh...." He whispered while reaching out to take her hand in his and pulling her to him. Words were not what either of them wanted in that moment. He leaned into her and touched her lips with his. It was so soft she hardly felt it. But she did feel something else. His cock pressed into her lower belly and his left hand slid into the hair at the back of her head giving a slight tug for her to look up at him. His right hand pulled her top out of her skirt and pushed it up to grasp her breast and pinch the nipple hard enough for a light cry to escape her lips. He kissed her again to cover the cry but this time his tongue slid between her lips and danced with hers. His left hand turned her head slightly to increase the pressure of his mouth and deepened the kiss. She felt light headed from the emotions of it all and reached up to grab his shoulders.
"Do you have any idea how hard you make me by just being in the same room with you?"
