We walked through the doorway to the hotel room she had booked last week. It was my forty-fifth birthday, and my young bride was treating me to a weekend in the city. We had just finished dinner at a quaint restaurant that served the best whiskey cocktails. Alexandra was wearing a little black skirt, a low-cut pink sweater, pantyhose, and my favorite pair of black heels. Her makeup was done, her lips were glossy and plump, hair curled. I liked walking down the sidewalk with on my arm. She was twenty-three and always kept me on my toes about what she was going to do next.
The room was a suite, with a king size bed and a bottle of champagne in a bucket.
"Wow, babe, this is great," I smiled at her as I slid my jacket off and set in on the chair. She grinned at me while she opened the bottle of bubbly, "I hope you enjoyed dinner,"
She handed me a glass and we clinked them together with a mutual nod. We finished our glasses and before long, her lips were against mine. I pushed her up against the wall and slid her sweater over her head. She smelled so sweet, like candied cherries. I let my mouth explore her jawline, neck, and eventually collarbone. She was wearing a black lace bra, and I took a step back to look at her. Standing there, in heels but still shorter than me, pantyhose, and skirt. I let my hands wander from her hips up her back to unclasp her bra.
She stopped me and giggled, "Not yet," She kissed me and pushed me back on the bed.
I looked up at her, "What do you mean? Don't I get dessert tonight?" I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me.
She started unbuttoning my shirt, "I still have to give you your gift," She kissed me again and went to go grab something from the bag she had brought. She instructed me to take off the rest of my clothes and to close my eyes. I didn't question it, I did what I was told. I heard her footsteps approach and she said, "No peeking." I could sense she was near me, her body heat and scent surrounded me. I felt her thighs between my knees, and something being placed over my eyes.
"What's this?" I couldn't help but smile. She was always coming up with ways to surprise me.
"Lay back on the bed," She kissed me harshly and her hands found themselves on my chest and pushed me back. I was blindfolded and so I did my best to position myself in the center of the bed. I could hear her walking away from me, grab something from across the room, and come back to the bed. The mattress dipped with her weight and she straddled me with a giggle.
"What's so funny?" I said, my hands running themselves up and down her smooth thighs. She grabbed one of my wrists and I heard a clicking of metal, and suddenly the stiff coolness of handcuffs were around my skin.
I could feel my face flush, she had never done something like this before. "Hey, Alex, what's going on?" I nervously laughed.
"Stop talking," She grabbed my face and squeezed it. I could feel the heat between her sweet thighs on my groin. Soft and warm, so young and delicate this wonderful woman was. But her character right now was newly discovered, it was thrilling, exciting. She had never been one to demand her desires. Don't get me wrong, she was a panther in the bedroom. There are nights where I can hardly keep up with her. But she always quietly took the lead, she spoke in movements and body language. But now, it was like a dominance had been awoken in her, and she was rising to the throne quickly to claim the crown.
The ring of the bedside telephone startled me, and I could feel her lean over and reach for the receiver.
"Hello?" I heard her voice softened. "Yeah, that's good," She giggled and hung up the phone. I was starting to get a little flustered with an anxious confusion. A few saturated, quiet moments passed before I heard a knock on the door. Alexandra leaned down, kissed me quickly, and whispered that I was going to love this. Her heels clicked across the wooden floor and she opened the door.
"Hey, you," A foreign woman's name drifted through the room.
