Getting together was the hardest part. After an hour's worth of miscommunication, we finally managed to get close enough to meet. We'd get to see each other for the first time in the lobby of the Hilton. I couldn't wait. We'd talked each other into a hormonal frenzy in anticipation of this first contact, not knowing how far we would go, but yearning to find out.
And so I walked over there. It wasn't very far, just a short jaunt. This was going to be it. Something so thoroughly out of character it wasn't even funny. I was about to have a rendezvous on the down low. And what did I care? My wife was busy banging a cop, and his wife, probably at that very moment, back in Michigan!
My pulse quickened in anticipation as I walked through the casino to get to the lobby. Then I saw her, my friend Selene. I knew her in an instant, even from 3 years of absence and from behind. She's got a petite frame, about 5'8", with these wonderful curves…nice legs, womanly hips, a flat little tummy, ample breasts, and the most fantastic shoulders…all topped off with a face that ain't supermodel…it's more like Pagan Goddess.
I walked up behind her, catching her attention. That first embrace, that first kiss, right in the lobby, damn near made my heart stop. By unspoken concensus, we turned as one to go to the car waiting in the parking lot. We caught up with each other a bit on the way, talking as old friends will, trying to ignore the electric tension between us. A tension like gravity, pulling us insatiably toward sin.
I don't remember the walk to the car, I just remember getting in, watching her drive, watching her talk. I reached out and touched her shoulder, letting my fingers trail down to her wrist, then back up to her throat. I was rewarded by her shudder of pleasure and anticipation.
I also don't remember the walk to her hotel room…but I do remember stopping, facing her, gazing into her eyes…and realizing where this was going in a hurry. We kissed hungrily, as if desperate to taste each other's soul. Her fingers danced down the buttons of my shirt, and she slipped it off of me. It made a wonderful sound hitting the floor, the sound of the gates swinging open to the Garden of Delights…
I wasted no time pulling her dress over her head, observing what a lovely sight it was in a pile on the floor, revealing a temple of flesh as she stood before me in only her panties. At this point, I was intoxicated with lust, and let my mouth wander down the side of her neck, reaching further down, lingering on her collarbone. She arched her back, presenting her lovely breasts to me, and I didn't deny her desire. I grasped one in hand, the other in my lips, letting my tongue dance across her rapidly tightening nipple.
I knelt before her, breathing deep of her scent, before pulling the panties down to her feet. She laid back upon the bed, her beauty laid out as an altar that I must worship. Quickly I disrobed, joining her on the bed. I continued to praise her with my lips and tongue, and it wasn't long at all before I was tasting Osun's honey, the nectar that defines raw female power.
I explored her fully with my mouth, letting my tongue dance across and stroke her clit. I was not moving until she came, which didn't take long at all, and it was marvelous when she did.