Chris - a well-respected and educated man from the big city. He has seen the world and accomplished many things. He shares his life with his wife, children and friends and lives a life of luxury. Something is missing from his life . . .
Melissa - an educated woman from a small town. She has devoted her life to her husband and children. She doesn't have many friends and has not ventured very far outside of her little world. Something is missing from her life . . .
They meet by chance in a chat room. Two people from the opposite ends of the spectrum. Neither of them looking for anything serious, just someone to have a chat with, just to find a companion to talk to about anything. Both are comfortable in their marriage. Something is missing from their lives . . . until now.
They chat, getting to know a little about each other and then one of them poses the question, "Can I ask you something personal?"
Then the worlds of two total opposites collide and seem to mesh more than they dreamed possible. They discuss the things missing in their marriages and they discover that there are a lot of common things between them. One thing leads to another and they are discussing their fantasies and dreams.
After a few months of chatting, Chris has a business trip close to where Melissa lives and they decide to meet. Plans are made and both are anxious about this face-to-face meeting. He is flying in a day earlier than needed. They are going to meet, have dinner and see what happens.
Chris arrives at the hotel and unpacks. He jumps into the shower, thinking about seeing Melissa in person for the first time. If she's anything like her photos, he's going to be the most envied man in the restaurant. He chooses to wear slacks and a long-sleeved dress shirt with the top three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up slightly. They had decided on the "dressy casual" for attire that night. Nothing fancy. He decides to go to the restaurant early so he can see her come in. One last glance in the mirror, hair is great and he notices the "young man" grin on his face. He hasn't seen that for almost 10 years.
Melissa has spent the afternoon readying for this meeting. Making sure every hair was in its place and that every curve on her body was soft and supple. She has chosen a form fitting knit shirt that accentuates her large breasts and a short skirt that shows off her curves. As she walks to the door, she pauses at the mirror in the entryway. She's never looked so beautiful. She notices a spark in her eyes that hasn't been there for years. She feels like a schoolgirl again. She smoothes her skirt down and walks out the door.
She arrives at the restaurant about 10 minutes early. She takes a seat at the bar, hoping to get a glance of him before they meet. She turns to the bartender and orders. She scans the room looking for him. She turns and notices the man next to her. She can't see his face but he sure smells good. He seems to be waiting for someone also. He turns to order another drink from the bartender and she catches her breath. It's Chris! He hears her gasp and turns to see what is going on. Their eyes meet and the sparks fly like the 4th of July.
They talk for a moment while waiting to be seated. They are seated at a table for two in the back corner of the room. Seems to be somewhat private, it's quiet and the lighting isn't too bright. They sit and Chris orders an exquisite wine for both of them. Melissa has never tasted wine but finds it a wonderful discovery. He finds her a breath of fresh air. Watching her discover part of his world delights him.
Melissa finds it hard to take her eyes off of Chris, she wants to reach out and touch his handsome face but she's reluctant. She knows this isn't the perfect time or place, or how Chris would react. All of her will is being tried now. She's fighting the urges to touch him, kiss him, let him know just how much she longs for his touch. Little does she know that Chris is fighting the same urges.
Chris is taken by her beauty. She's unspoiled by the harshness of life. Melissa is such a desirable woman. If he could, he'd take her then and there. His passion for her is unbearable. He's afraid to make any contact with her, but afraid it would send him over the edge.
Their knees touch under the table . . . Chris sees Melissa blush . . . He can feel the heat rising . . . He must have her . . . Melissa fans herself . . . Noticing that the temperature has risen . . . Knowing that it's her that has gotten hotter . . . She must have him . . .
Against all she knows, she reaches across the table and runs her hand down his cheek. Her breaths are coming faster and shallower. He notices, takes her hand in his and gently kisses each fingertip. He leans across the table and gives her a slow, soft, passionate kiss. Melissa is so taken by that kiss that she becomes light-headed.
He asks her, "Are you ready to go? There are so many things I want to show you."
She slowly nods yes.
He calls for the check. He grabs his cell phone from his pocket and makes a quick call. "We're ready. Yes, we'll be there shortly."
He hangs up the phone and slips it back into his pocket, pays the bill and takes her hand as she rises from the seat on weak knees. He places his hand in the small of her back and leads her from the restaurant, into the limo waiting out front for them.
Once the door closes on the limo, he reaches to her, pulling her into his embrace, kissing her softly on the neck several times before he locks her into the most hot, passionate kiss either of them have experienced. She reaches around him and pulls him into her heaving breasts. He can feel her nipples harden as they press into his chest.
He pulls back and brushes her hair from her cheek, "Sit back and enjoy the ride."
She tries to slow her breathing and calm her pulse but nothing seems to be working. She wiggles in the seat, trying to get comfortable. She didn't wear any panties and she notices the moisture that has built between her legs.
Chris sits back into the seat and pulls her close. He drapes his jacket across his lap so Melissa won't see the erection straining against the fabric of his slacks. He concentrates on relaxing but the smell of her hair keeps bringing him to this very moment, a moment of such heat.
The driver announces, "Sir, we've reached our destination."
Chris opens the door and helps Melissa out. She notices that they are at his hotel. Her heart skips a beat. This is a big moment, can she follow through with it? She's never felt as alive as she does at this very moment. Chris guides her into the hotel toward the elevator. They wait, silently, as the elevator arrives. They enter the elevator, alone. It's quiet for a moment and then Chris reaches to the panel and pushes the "Stop" button.
"I must have some of you now." He says as he grabs her and kisses her.
His hands move from her neck to her breasts. He can feel the nipples through her shirt, hard and aching to be touched, kissed, devoured.
He squeezes her nipples, trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. She runs her hands down his back to his waist. She pauses for a moment, arching her back for him to have a better angle of her breasts. He lifts her shirt and guides the nipple out of the top of her bra. He lowers his lips to her sensitive nipple and flicks his tongue across it. He then takes it into his mouth and gently nibbles.
She moves her hands around to his stomach and slowly down the front of his slacks. She feels the hardness of his cock straining against the slacks. She unzips them and reaches in to touch him. He pulls back, fixes her shirt, zips back up, and starts the elevator again. "It's time."
The elevator doors open directly at his room. He has the Penthouse suite. She's amazed at the room, looking around, taking it all in. She is snapped back into reality when she hears the door lock behind her.
"No interruptions!" he says as he walks up to her and brushes his hand across her checks.
She melts into him and they embrace in wild kisses. His hands explore her body and hers exploring his. He gently raises her shirt and lifts it over her head. He tosses it to the floor and cups her breasts with his hands. He moves his hands down and around her waist. He finds the zipper to her skirt and slowly lowers it then in one swift movement, the skirt is down to her ankles.
