He closed the door and they were alone in the room. He turned and brought his hand up to her face, touching her cheek with a light caress. He moved his hands over her eyes and she closed them, agreeing to his silent request. Slowly, he walked around her, trailing his hand gently over her neck and left shoulder.
He moved in close behind her and raised his other hand so that he could run his fingertips from her shoulders, gently down the sides of her breasts, past them and softly over her stomach. She felt him unfasten her dress and then let it fall to the floor.
Seconds passed as he contemplated her perfect form in the underwear the she had chosen especially for the encounter. Finally she sensed him move behind her once more, carefully unhooking her bra, sliding it down, over her arms, and letting it drop.
She shivered as she felt his his soft breath on the nape of her neck and her nipples hardened in response. Somehow she managed to remain perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe, as his hands once again moved down her body - to her waist and then her hips, taking hold of her panties, slowly drawing them down her legs before guiding her feet to help her step out of them.
Finally, she stood there, trembling slightly, wearing nothing but her stockings and heels. Although she had bathed only an hour ago, she could already discern the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. He took her hand and placed it over her perfectly smooth mound - instinctively, she trailed a finger though her wetness and raised it to her mouth, but before she could taste it he grabbed her wrist and whispered "Me first - I've waited too long already." She tensed as she felt his lips close around her glistening finger. He took his time, lightly swirling his tongue around it - the action of his mouth on her hand inflamed her even more as she realised what he would soon be doing to the source of that nectar.