The car stops on wet pavement...
It's very late on a sultry summer night and a light rain is falling in the motel parking lot. The door to room seven lies in shadow. The windows are dark.
She's asleep, he thinks to himself and is surprised when the handle turns and the door swings open. At first he sees nothing, then the pink glow of the motel's blinking neon sign momentarily illuminates the room and the dark haired woman sitting on the bed. She reaches over and turns on a small lamp. He watches her and wonders at his luck in finding this girl, out here in the middle of nowhere. She is sensuously beautiful. He's been thinking of her constantly. He's aroused now as he looks at her. She stands and begins to remove the black slip, the one he bought for her. She takes her time, first one thin strap falls, then the other. He quietly shuts the door and leans back against it.
She's smiling... innocent, knowing, seductively smiling. Her smooth shoulders are the color of honey in the dim yellow light. She raises one arm beneath her breasts, keeping the slip from falling and lifting herself to him deliciously. He thinks of her skin, its texture, it's taste, his mouth waters, his cock tightens and strains. He slowly walks to her, six measured steps across the room, the carpet whispers. Fingers reaching...
Rose bud nipples stiffen as he strokes them. He kisses her lightly on the lips, tongue tracing the line of her jaw, her neck, her throat... She feels his lips on her shoulders, and lets the slip fall to her waist. His tongue moves down across the rising curve of her breasts until he takes the sensitive tips in his mouth, sucking them in gently, flicking his tongue across them. Her eyes shut, she arches back, pushing herself against his face, fingers lacing into his hair, she pulls him closer, tighter, his mouth filling with her warm responsive flesh.
