You walk into the hotel room after a long drive down the mountain and are pleasantly surprised to see my suitcase is already lying on the queen-sized bed nearest the door. Although you had planned to arrive before me, after dealing with weather and traffic you are just glad to be in for the night. It is almost 11 and you immediately apologize for arriving so late. But, as you walk over to put your arms around me though you're disappointed when I push away from you and suggest going out on the balcony for a glass of wine. Wine sounds great - but you'd hoped we'd be in bed within moments of you walking through the door. You refocus and listen to me talking about how stressful my flight was, and that I really need to unwind with a glass of wine and you almost make a comment about the bottle being almost empty already but then think better of it. I offer to step inside and grab another bottle and when I do, you take a few moments to look around at the pool area and notice how dark and quiet it is. You can hear the security guard making a round of the outside area and a couple on the adjacent balcony talking quietly but for the most part, it is pretty deserted.
You hear the door slide back open and almost drop your glass when you turn around. You can't imagine how I was able to make such a quick change but I'm now standing in front of you dressed only in one of your white dress shirts, black lace panties, and some seriously high heels. You reach over for me but I step back, just out of arm's reach, to tease you a bit as we finish our wine. I'm keeping the shirt held closed, for the most part, flashing you just a little bit every few minutes and the taunting has you rock hard already. Finally, I set down my glass and step closer...you cover my mouth with yours and kiss me so hungrily and deeply my panties are soaked from the weeks of anticipation. You slip one arm around my waist, underneath the shirt, to find that the panties are actually the tiniest g-string imaginable. You immediately spin me around to get a better look and push the shirt aside, forgetting that we are still outside and the security guard may decide to take another stroll by at any time. My ass is totally exposed, and you're running your hands over it, up and under the g-string and playfully snapping it to hear a little "ouch" from me - knowing that the little sting from the snapped elastic is turning me on even more.