I step from the elevator onto the second floor of the city hotel. The corridor is empty, beige and clean cut like something lifted straight out of a seventies ideal home magazine. I adjust the black silk scarf as I walk along towards your room, trying to make it look casual. My brand new stilettos dig into the dense pile carpet and form a curious counterpoint to my low slung combat pants and white vest. I like the way the heels make me walk.
I get to your door and listen at the wood. I can't hear anything. I slip the lock and drift inside, closing the door behind me. I can smell your perfume at once, hanging in the air like fairy dust. The room has a little entranceway, the bathroom on the right, before it opens out in to the bedroom proper. Two quiet steps bring me to the corner and I take a peek into the room.
You're standing in front of the mirror just finishing fixing your hair. I take a moment to admire the way you look in your fancy black dress. It curves with your body just right and you look amazing. I step out where you can see me. You start and spin to face me and I can't keep the smile from my face. I like the way your eyes shine. You smile too.
"I got to go out hun." You give me a little shrug that says I should have been here a half hour ago while you were still undressed. "I got to meet the girls in the bar five minutes ago."
I walk up close and pause. I breathe in your scent and I run my gaze up and down your dress. I don't hide it; I let you watch me undressing you with my eyes.
"Well, since you're already late."
"Why don't you come with me?" You step round me and put a few things into your handbag, cell phone, room key, lip gloss. You know I won't come. You don't even look over your shoulder to see me shake my head.
"Will you be here when I get back?" You pick up the bag and turn to me. I'm just standing watching you.
"No."
You try to give me an annoyed look but I can see the smile in your eyes. I lick my lips and hook a thumb in the belt hook of my pants.
"I'm here now." I see you hesitate. The bag swings slightly in your hand. I hold your eye and wait. You put the bag down on the bed and place your hands on your hips.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
I smile, because I know. I walk up to you until we're almost touching.
"Nice hotel room." I take off the silk scarf and set it across your shoulders. "I won't make you too late. Those girls can have a drink without you first, right?"
"I suppose so..."
"I want you to stand still." I walk round behind you. "I want you to keep as still as you can."
"Ok," you don't sound quite convinced yet. But that doesn't stop me.
I take the scarf and cover over your eyes. You instinctively reach up to touch the silk with your hand but I catch your wrist before you get there. I can tell you're surprised that I caught you so quick, but I was expecting it.
"What did I tell you?"
"Keep still," you repeat my instruction. I gently move your hand back down to your side.
"So keep still." I tie the scarf off behind your head as a blindfold.
I walk round you, soft steps on the carpet. I flick my fingers towards your face and you don't flinch. I know you can't see me and I smile to myself. You look so good, so smart, and so elegant. I just want to ruffle your feathers a little. I want to mess you hair and crease your clothes. I want to smudge your lipstick.
I lean in close to your ear, close enough that my nose touches your hair. You twitch, almost imperceptibly, at the touch. I whisper in your ear.
"You just stand right there," I breathe in through my nose, taking in the smell of your hair, "I'm going to make you cum."
You look a little nervous and I can't blame you. You can't see me as I circle you like a shark. I lean in to your other ear. "But first there's a few things I need to do."
I step back and unclip the clasp of my belt. "I'm taking my belt off," I tell you. I slide it out of the belt loops and hold it taught in my hands. It's a thick black leather belt with a steel buckle shaped like the head of a steer. I take your hand and place the belt in your fingers. "Hold this for me."
I unbutton my pants and slip the zip down. I pull the zip at an angle so it makes that metallic clicking as it comes undone. "I'm taking off my pants." I tell you. And I let them slide down to the floor. They're baggy enough that I can step right clear without removing my heels.
I throw the pants on the bed and walk round you. It feels exciting to be half dressed while you can't see. The heels make be walk with a swing that makes me feel sexy.
I pull the vest up over my head and shake my hair loose. I touch the white cotton to your wrist. "I took my top off too," I tell you.
I can hear you breathing now. There's a tension in your body that makes you look so hot. I watch you. I can almost see the anticipation building in your muscles. I can feel you getting turned on.
I reach back and unhook my bra. I ping the elastic strap and throw it to the bed. I lean close, but not so close that I touch you. My bare chest is less than an inch from your dress and I can feel the gap between like greasy electricity in the air.
"I'm only wearing my little black panties and my heels," I tell you. I see you lick your lip. I listen to your breathing. I want so much to touch you or to touch myself, but I don't. My chest is tingling and my nipples peaked.
"I'm so fucking hot," I tell you. "I want to touch you," but I don't. I walk round again, circling in slow lazy arcs while I watch you. I can feel the heat building between my legs. I know you can't see me, but I want you to. I want you to look into my eyes and look at my body.
"I'm going to take my panties off," I tell you. I hook my thumbs in my panties and wiggle them down to my ankles. Then I step out of them and pick them up. They're slightly damp and I hold them close to you. "Can you smell me?" I ask you. You nod, just a little bob of the head.
I lean to your ear. "Except for my heels," I tell you, "I'm completely fucking naked."
