Miranda checked into the Four Seasons under her usual alias, Betsy Ross. Of course the man at the desk knew who she was but he always went along with the façade. She arrived in the small suite and sat on the bed. She had brought only the one small bag which the porter left . She was already dressed for the occasion so no preparation was necessary, but she looked at herself in the mirror to be sure all was in order. She liked what she saw, and knew that Alexander would as well. A simple low cut blouse with a hint of lace bra showing, mid thigh skirt, no stockings. All very tasteful and provocative at the same time. She touched up her makeup and sat in the overstuffed chair near the bed.
Even though she was expecting it, the soft knock on the door startled her. She felt a small quiver in the pit of her stomach, a slight surge of adrenaline and a drop of sweat under her arm. A knowing smile crossed her face as she recalled their last “visit.”
Alexander stood at the door after knocking gently; he knew she would make him wait a few moments before answering the door. Miranda had her own little ways, but then she had never disappointed him, had she? His palms were a little damp. She opened the door, they looked at each other, exchanged a few words of greeting and then he took her face in his hands and kissed her. They loved kissing, mouths open, tongues gently probing each other at first, then gradually pressing harder, as their breathing quickened. While their mouths were exploring each other, he moved his hands to her back, feeling the smallness of it, then down to her ass, squeezing the firm roundness of her buttocks; pushing her into him. Meanwhile her hand slipped down to his groin and felt his already stiff cock through his pants. She began to feel that familiar pressure deep inside her, and felt her pussy beginning to get wet.
They were both breathing harder now, as he kissed her neck and face. “Let me sit down on the bed,” he said thickly. He sat on the bed with Miranda standing in front of him, his hands on her hips. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a sheer lace bra, her erect nipples pushing at the delicate fabric. She began unfastening her bra. He slid his hands under her skirt, sliding her panties down her thighs and onto the floor. Her smooth shaved pussy beckoned him and he gingerly touched it with his long fingers, feeling the wet lips part easily for him.
A tiny shudder coursed through her as he kissed her breasts, took her nipple in his mouth and continued to make long strokes on her pussy lips, teasing her clitoris at the end of each stroke. He slowly put two fingers inside her, gently caressing the inside of her pussy. She began to feel her legs get weaker and lay down on the bed while he continued to kiss her breasts and stroke her clitoris. She was beyond wet now. She lifted his head to hers and they began kissing again, deeper and harder, more frantic now. Then Miranda was pulling at his belt, unzipping his pants, as she whispered to him, “Help me get these pants off!”
