I was there with my lover. Not much shorter than I. Bright red lips and lightly curled hair. A tight fitting dress and elegant heels with calves to die for. One of my favourite features of my lady lover. Sitting at the bar, bantering back and fourth caressing each other building, the sexual tension knowing that after the show we would be heading back to the hotel for a long night of passionate fucking. My lover inched closer to me whispering cheeky things making me shy and horny all in one.
We're hot, and we're getting heavy with the touching. Stroking each other's shoulders. Jawline. She excuses herself and moves off to the bathroom to powder her nose.
The very second she's out of sight you sway into the bar. Something little little floral. A neckerchief and perfectly curled brunette locks. I'm immediately drawn to you. The way you hold yourself.
Your confidence..
Your fingers..
Your hand....
Holding another's... Damn! "She's with someone" I think to myself. I try to throw that thought and continue to enjoy the beauty that has just entered the bar.
You and your other make your way over to the bar and brush ever so lightly against my arm. I see a cheeky smile come over your face and quickly look away.
I watch as you interact with your muse.
Laughing, flirting and holding each other's hands. I order another drink for my lover and I, before she comes back into the bar. Looking as gorgeous as ever, my lover rests gently at the bar - our drinks are served. My regular Espresso Martini and her, a Black Russian.
I sit perched on the edge of the barstool engaged deeply with my lover. Occasionally glancing over at you. Admiring you from a distance. The third or forth time I catch your eye and hold your gaze for what feels like a million years. I blink and snap back to my lover. I'm flushed. I could sense your fingers and tongue tracing your way all over my body from one brisk look.
I need to cool down.
I'm here with my lover.
I need to distance myself from you and move away to the bathroom. I find the bathroom. Cold charcoal coloured tiles with brass basin and devils ivy hanging from a shelf above. Wouldn't expect anything less, honestly. I push both my palms into my face after running them under the cold tap. I feel refreshed and am able to take more than half a breath in a row. Seconds later I hear the door swing open and see you in the corner of my eye.
You pass me a towel and watch me pat my face dry. You take the towel from me and hold the back of my neck and pull my ear close to your mouth.
You whisper ever so slowly.
"Fuck. Me"
My body turns to ice. I cannot think. I just do. By the hips I exchange positions and shove you up onto the bench. Grabbing at each other like wild animals kissing at each other I hold your hips down and press my tongue into your throat tracing your teeth and sucking on your lips.
I slide my fingers between your thighs and can feel a saturation beyond my imagination. "We've got to be quick you moan." Two fingers easily slide into your piping hot cunt. Your pussy cushion is so fucking thick asking to be satisfied. I can feel your clit pulsating, aching to be sucked. You force my face between your thighs. A generous handful of my hair fills your fist. Your hips pressing into the bench and your legs wrap around my head. Your moans, although quiet are deep, sensual and begging. You've got a good rhythm, flicking your head back and bucking onto my face. You're so incredibly close. I can feel you deep inside. Just then we're interrupted by another patron coming into the bathroom.
I quickly clean off my face and as I help you off the bench you look at me in the eyes and say "Room 2811, 11pm"
