The View

The View

She'd told me once that a good view was important to her.

So, for her birthday I booked a room on the highest floor of the Skytower hotel knowing that it had floor to ceiling windows that would provide her with that all important view.

I dropped an envelope to her work with the keycard and a note inside. It read:

Roses are Red, Violets are blue, no need to pack, just bring you.

Room 1405.

Let yourself in, enjoy a bath, glass of bubbles, throw on a robe, some music and send me a text when you are ready for some company....

Knowing that she finished work at 6 and it should take her at least 20 minutes to reach the hotel, I went to the room at 6, dropped a bag in the wardrobe with some fresh clothes for the following day, toiletries and the like.

I placed a single long stem yellow rose on the bed. I turned the heat up to 24 degrees.

I ran the bath, hot with bubbles falling over the rim. Placed a wine cooler full of ice and a bottle of bubbles next to the bath alongside a champagne flute and a small dish with 3 dainty chocolate truffles in it. I made sure there was a fluffy towel on the heated rack and a robe on the back of the door.

Lastly, I pulled all of the curtains on the full-length windows right back to ensure that the view of the city at night was the hero.

I then retreated to the small bar just off reception to wait.

Patience has never been my strong suit and sitting in that bar nursing a dark'n'stormy it was difficult not wishing her time away and waiting for my cue to join her.

At 6.32 I got a text saying:

Roses are Red, Violets are blue, I'm so fucking lucky, I got you

That made me smile and relax a little. I moved to one of the tub chairs knowing that it was likely to be at least an hour before she summoned me up. I also knew that she would be loving this time to herself, to marinade in that hot bath, sipping champagne and floating in her mind.

We met a few years ago and while my attraction to her was instant and magnetic, it had taken her a little longer to notice me.

She was a couple of years older than me, petite, feminine with curving hips, full breasts and a smile that shone through her eyes with mischief and promises. Her long honey hair cascaded down her back and always over one shoulder.

At 5'6" I was a little taller, and although I style myself quite masculine, there was no hiding my best assets, ensuring no one got confused.

We had one of those 'meet cute' moments like in the movies. I was at a BBQ party thrown by a relatively new colleague, jake, from work. I had just been out to take a plate of steaks to the chef at the BBQ, then collected a couple of open cans of Carlton from the table and was making my way back inside to take one to Jake when she walked out into the garden.

She was chatting to a friend as she walked and I was instantly mesmerized and could not look away, to the extent that I then walked smack into the panel side of the ranch slider, instead of through the open door. I knocked the cans out of my hands and spilled them all down my front. She rushed over picked up the half drained cans form the floor and said:

'Are you ok? What happened?"

I was not about to answer that truthfully so muttered something about the sun bouncing off the door and blinding me. I have no idea is she bought it but her friend certainly didn't giving me a very amused smile from over her shoulder. Anyway, after I stuttered my way through a couple fo sentences and she insisted on getting a tea towel to dry my shirt front, we struck up conversation and the rest, as they say, is history.

Lost in my reverie I was startled when my phone buzzed. Looking down at the text from her it read:

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'm freshly bathed and waiting for you

I immediately stood, drained the last of my drink for fortitude and made for the bank of lifts. Getting in and pressing the button for the 14

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floor, I turned to the mirror and checked my appearance. I had really made an effort. Dressed all in black I had on skinny pants, a fitted dress shirt and had burnished my eyes with some dark smoked grey eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara. Black boots on my feet and black leather bracelets on both wrists I was aiming for a hint of dark and dangerous in my appearance.

Walking out of the lift and down the corridor I reminded myself that I was going to take the lead tonight. I had something very particular in mind and hoped that she would play along.

I knocked on the door, feet planted shoulder width apart I waited for her to answer it.

As soon as she did, I put my fore finger to my lips in the age old gesture for 'shhh' telling her not to talk. I gave her the count of three to drink in my appearance before I stepped forward my hands going to either side of her face, pulling her towards me with a deep and forceful kiss. My tongue broke through her lips, dueling with hers, trying to convey the depth of my passion. At the same time I pressed my body to hers using it to maneuver her backwards, into the room and letting the door swing closed behind me.

I continued to steer her backwards into the room all the while kissing her senseless. As we got towards the foot of the bed my hands moved to the belt tie of her robe and urgently pulled the tie free and let her robe fall open. I reached up and taking the robe by the lapels pushed back to help it off her shoulders until I could let go and just let it drop to the floor in a puddle around her feet.

Taking her hands in mine I interlinked our fingers and squeezing them I broke away from the kiss and took a few seconds to sear her naked body into my memory. Standing back from her I said;

"I know you like a good view so all I need you to do is enjoy that view" I gestured with a nod of my head towards the floor to ceiling windows letting in the inky blackness of the night broken by the multi coloured lights of the city below.

At the same time, I turned her away from me and towards the window. She was completely naked and yet she went willingly towards the glass, towards that view.

Pulling her hands up I placed them both against the glass, with mine over the top to keep them there, shoulder height and spread wide. I pressed the full length of my body into her back and moving my mouth, so my lips were tickling the back of her right ear and with a hint of authority to my voice I whispered;

"Your hands need to stay exactly where they are, do you understand me?"

She was holding her breath but nodded her assent.

I trailed my hands back along her arms, over the balls of her shoulders and down either side of her body to her ribs. From there the they circled to her front and cupped her beautiful full breasts. She inhaled deeply and pushed her chest forward, maximizing the contact.

I began to massaged them as I leaned forward and kissed along the top of her shoulder from the outside working back towards her head. Looking over her shoulder I could see her gorgeous body reflected in the inky glass off the inky blackness beyond. She was delicious to look at and seeing her naked, knowing that she was facing out for all the world to see, but I was the only one to touch her was turning me on no end. I sucked lightly at the nape of her neck before raking my teeth across her skin causing her to whimper. She dipped slightly as her knees wobbled but I held her up, pressed back into my torso, still massaging her breasts.

My right hand started to slide down her abdomen towards her beautiful pussy. She kept it neatly trimmed with a soft down of hair just above her lips. As my fingers reached that spot I played lightly with her mons before dipping a finger forward to slide between her swollen lips. She was drenched and the feeling of her essence on my fingers caused me to groan as my body responded in kind, instantly flooding my underwear. My fingers ventured down to tease her opening and then back up to tease her clit, back and forth, rubbing and teasing almost thrusting along her valley with just the very tip of my middle finger dipping into her. She was moaning every time I got to her opening and each time to volume grew and then receding again as I withdrew back up to her clit.

This time my fingers stayed and started circling her button, sliding around in her arousal hoping that I was building her up into a minor frenzy.

My left hand dropped away from her breast and came around to my own belt buckle. I eased it open and then undid my pants, pushing them and my underwear down to hook below the toy that I already had strapped on. It was not a large phallus, maybe 6 inches at best but it was of the best black silicone with a decent girth. I adjusted it to sit up instead of laying alongside my leg. Angling my hips just right I dipped my knees and let the tip graze round the entrance to her honey hole. I heard her gasp as she felt the tip coating itself in her copious juices and realized what it was.

"Oh yes, oh please baby, please fuck me" She growled out through teeth clenched with anticipation. She leaned forward by bending her arms against the glass while simultaneously pushing her butt out towards me.

I didn't keep her waiting. I pushed forward, slowly and steadily until I was buried in her as deep as I could go and then I began that dance as old as time, slowly, teasingly pulling back and then thrusting forward faster, then pulling back slowly and thrusting again. Each time I did she ground out a noise that was half grunt and half moan. That noise alone was driving me insane but coupled with the small stud on the base of the phallus that was rubbing relentlessly against my own clit I was having a hard time keeping a steady rhythm, either with the strap on or with the fingers of my right hand which were still circling her clit.

"Oh fuck,.....Oh fuck,......harder baby.....more!"

I pushed the sensations I was feeling as far from my mind as they could go and tried to concentrate on what I was doing. Picking up the pace I was now just thrusting equally, in and out of her as fast as my hips would allow. My left hand was holding on to her hip and guiding her to ensure that I kept the angle just right to be maximizing my chances of hitting that Gspot.

My voice close to her right ear I panted out through my exertion saying "Oh yes, that's it, you are loving being on display, aren't you?.......Loving being fucked for all the world to see!" before I bit down on her shoulder.

She squealed and banged the palm of her right hand against the glass.

"Please, please,.......more"

I tried to speed up again and have no idea if I managed to, but my thrusts certainly became wilder and more frantic. My own orgasm was starting to build and I briefly worried that I may not be able to take her to the edge before I fell off it myself.

Thankfully, a ere 10 seconds latter she was screaming,

"yes,...... oh baby,.... fuck,........ fuck I'm gonna cum.....you are gonna make me cum....oh fuck....yeeessssssss!

Somewhere about halfway through her diatribe, my body tensed and I froze, strap on buried deep inside her as my whole body trembled and shook and I came feeling like I had washed over a waterfall in a barrel. She had collapsed forward so her face was turned sideways against the glass and I collapsed forward against her back. Both of us panting and desperately trying to catch our breath.

Eventually shrugged a shoulder letting me know she needed me to move and as soon as I backed away she turned and enveloped me in her arms.

"Now that was fucking delicious and the best birthday present you could have given me."

She took me by the hand and led me to the bed. Standing by the edge she helped me out of my clothes and the harness and we lay down together, limbs entwined, swapping small kisses between every sentence as we whispered sweet nothings and fell asleep.