You pause momentarily outside the hotel room door, knowing that once you enter, there is no turning back. The door is slightly open as you have been told, and when you enter the dimly lit room you notice that the drapes are shut, and only the bed is highlighted by a single lamp mounted on the wall above it. This makes the bed well lit, while the corners of the room remain shrouded in shadows. The cover is pulled off the bed, leaving the bright white bed sheets almost glimmering in the light. You cast one quick, furtive look towards the far right corner of the room, where you can barely make out the silhouette of tonight's audience. You drop your bag and coat on the floor, and without further prompting move over to the bed. All according to the script worked out long in advance.
I sit quietly in the corner as you enter, knowing I am well concealed in the shadows. I take you in, the high heels, the athletic body underneath the coat, and feel myself trembling with anticipation. You climb onto the bed and sneak a look in my direction, trying, but failing, to make out my features. That was not part of the deal, but I don't mind as I know I'm safely hidden from your prying eyes. I lean back as I watch you slowly, sensuously remove the few layers of clothing you are wearing. The blouse, button by button, exposing a magnificent cleavage. Then the skirt, which unzips on one side, revealing thigh-high stockings perfectly framing a pair of shapely legs. As you turn around on the bed, I notice that you occasionally pause to strike a discrete pose, making sure I get a good view of you from all angles. I sit up a little straighter as you tilt back your head and start to the remove the bra.
You take your time unfastening the hooks, and then slipping it off one shoulder at the time...slowly, meticulously, exposing skin with excruciating patience and restraint. It finally comes entirely off, and you know your audience has gone from captivated to mesmerized...removing your bra has never failed to provoke a male reaction. Indeed, you think you sense some motion in the far corner of the room. You strike a few more poses before seductively starting to slide off your panties...as planned, you are now facing away from your audience and can no longer sense a reaction. It feels unnerving in a way, immensely exciting in another. With the panties removed you straighten up, still turned away. You wait...
For a while I watch your naked body and let my eyes feast on the magnificent creation in front of me. Quietly, so as not to startle you, I stand up and approach from behind. Ever so gently, I reach out and slip a silk blind fold over your eyes, making sure it completely covers you and allows no vision. My face is close to yours, our cheeks almost touching, as I firmly tie it into place. I smell your perfume, and know you just got a whiff of my aftershave as well. That is good, tonight all senses need to be fully engaged. Except those we have chosen to temporarily turn off. I step back and slowly, quietly walk around the bed, admiring the human masterpiece in front of me. Slowly, deftly my finger tips touch your shoulder...you jerk a little bit, startled, and I can feel you shivering with anticipation. I am shivering too.
You jump as the fingers touch your skin, like a small jolt of electricity passed through his finger tips to your skin and beyond. The lingering touch leads to a familiar tingling in your body, and the excitement starts turning to arousal. The fingers move along your arm, barely touching, ticking teasing... They disappear for a moment, only to touch down again on top of a nipple. Your breathing gets heavier and you lean in to the touch, your nipple stiffening as the fingers start moving in a circular motion. You can hear heavy breathing close by. Suddenly the touch is gone, and you feel that he is walking away. It leaves you wondering and a little bit disappointed...and a little bit apprehensive.
I walk over to the ice bucket I filled earlier that evening. Quietly I remove the lid and put a few ice cubes in my right hand. I walk back to the bed, and with my left had resume the stimulation of the nipple. I notice you relax as the familiar feeling returns, and I smile. A few water drops are suspended from the ice cubes, and I hold them up just over your other breast. After a moment that lasts too long a drop finally falls on your nipple, followed by two more. You sharply draw in a breath and start processing what the senses are telling you...pleasure, discomfort, arousal, all mixed into one. Pleasure and excitement wins out as you begin to cherish the cold touch to a nipple tingling with energy.
I notice that your lips are parted as you are enjoying the treatment, and so I bring up an ice cube and gently touch your lips. You immediately respond, your lips closing around it, sucking off the water, followed by the tip of your tongue, playfully licking it in a very seductive manner. A few drops of water fall on your cheeks and chin, running down towards your chest. As the ice cube grows smaller your lips and tongue more and more focus on my fingers, and I am getting aroused from watching your tongue play its game, its wet and warm touch seducing my fingers. I let my fingers trace the tripping water all the way past your stomach, and when I reach down between your legs I find you already wet, warm and welcoming. Even expecting. My fingers explore you for a few moments, the wet crevice and a clit that is swelling to my touch. Your breathing gets heavier as I learn where and how to apply pressure for maximum effect. I again move my hand to your lips...you are surprised to taste yourself at first, but then eagerly submit to the challenge.
You again sense that he is moving away from the bed, and you hear the rustling sound of clothes being removed. He moves about the room for a while, before making his presence felt once again. You feel the touch of naked skin as he puts an arm around you and gently lowers you down on your back. His face is next to yours, his mouth nibbling on your ear, your neck your breast. He is taking his time, deeply sucking in each nipple, letting his tongue work in little circles. As his mouth focuses on your breasts, his hand has again found its way between your legs, urging you to spread them. You know he is watching as you do.
