I rushed through the airport terminal toward my gate, my four inch, bright yellow, Manolo's clicked and clacked as I ran. Just ahead, I saw what I was dreading: a closed door with airline employees doing paper work. I had missed my flight.
"Hello," I smiled at the young gate attendant, doing my best to flatter him, "are there any other flights this evening?"
"Sorry Miss, this was the last one. I can book you first thing tomorrow morning."
"Shit."
Rolling my eyes, I began thinking about where to stay. There was a single Marriott connected to the airport.
"Yes, please. Thank you, sweetie."
Turning away from the gate, I noticed him for the first time. He was younger than me, maybe 30, with short dark hair, tall, with broad shoulders and olive skin. He was leaning against a pillar staring at me with the bluest, most seductive eyes I had ever seen. My big brown eyes stopped at his, unable to look away. It was like everything in the busy airport stopped, for several long seconds.
Suddenly, I became self-aware again and felt my cheeks flush; I turned and began walking toward the passageway to the Marriott, hoping I could get a room and trying to convince myself that the butterflies in my stomach weren't real.
"Get a hold of yourself," I thought, "check in, a quick drink and a little alone time with my electronic travel companion will do me just fine."
The automatic door swept open in front of me as I entered the massive lobby of the hotel. I ran my fingers through my wavy, long, blonde hair.
I had just turned 40, was somewhat happily married and was a successful marketing executive. I exercised almost every day, ate well and enjoyed dressing well. My C-cup breasts hung well on my 5'7 body. Several years earlier I had invested in laser hair removal, leaving my body smooth in all the most important areas. I really felt good about myself.
I had been traveling for two weeks, meeting with sales people, to launch a new product and was trying to finally get home.
I approached the front desk at the hotel.
"Hi, do you have any rooms left?"
It was just passed midnight and I dreaded the answer.
"Yes, we have one. It is on the concierge floor, with full access to the longue."
"Great. I'll take it."
The young clerk handed me my key card and I walked toward the elevator lobby, pulling my bag behind me. My bright, Emilio Pucci dress hugged my hips and breasts as I moved, the hem brushed against the tops of my smooth thighs about an inch above my knees.
The elevator doors opened in front of me. As I walked in, a blast of cold air from inside the elevator hit me, causing my nipples to instantly harden. I giggled as I stepped in and turned, pressing the 22 button. Just before the doors could close, a strong hand reached in and grabbed the door, forcing it open.
He walked in.
I felt my breath quicken. I could instantly smell him. His cologne was outrageously sexy: masculine, yet almost sweet. His tailored black suit hung perfectly on his broad shoulders. It was simple yet elegant: plain black wool with a plain white shirt, no tie, and clearly no t-shirt under.
My eyes trailed down his body then back up to his face.
I heard his voice for the first time: Strong, masculine, sexy as hell.
"It seems we are going to the same place."
I swallowed hard, I could play too. "Is that so?"
"Yes, I believe so."
The doors shut as we rode up in silence, my eyes stealing peaks at him in the mirrored elevator door.
The doors mercifully opened. My knees were already weak after just 15 seconds with this mysterious man in the elevator.
"Meet me in the lounge for a drink."
Was it a command or a request? I had no idea.
"OK." My pathetic response.
After depositing my bag in my room, I touched up my makeup and applied a healthy dose of sexy wet red lip stick. I was proud of the woman looking back at me in the mirror.
This will be fun, I thought, a little harmless flirting.
I approached the bar at the end of the lounge, overlooking the airport. He was already seated, with a tumbler of some type of whisky or another. I sat next to him and opened my mouth to order.
"She will have a dry, Vodka martini, up with a twist." He preempted my order, surprising me.
"How do you know that is what I want to drink?"
"I don't, I ordered what you need."
"Is that so?"
He turned toward me, those piercing blue eyes staring straight into mine, like they were looking at my sole.
"Yes."
"Alright then."
We were now facing each other, my knees slightly parted, his right leg between mine, barely touching the inside of my bare left leg. He drank his drink slowly, his eyes not leaving mine. I struggled to understand why I wasn't completely creeped out. My body began to betray me, my nipples hardened, my panties becoming ever so slightly moist.
The bartender delivered my drink. I sipped it... almost straight alcohol. My companion smiled, placing his glass on the bar.
"I told you. I know exactly what you need."
God, this guy was so fucking sexy. I could not believe the impact he was having on me. I finally, noticed his dark hair was somewhat messed, but still neat.
I unthinkingly ran the tip of my tongue over my upper lip, removing the last drops of my sip.
"When was the last time you had a pure, raw fucking?"
"What?" I gasped.
The crudeness of his question almost snapped me out of my trance, but he was quick and in control. He stood and handed me my drink, turned to the bartender and told him to put the drinks on his room. His strong hand guided me up and applied pressure to the small of my back as he led me out of the lounge and down the hallway.
Silently I complied.
We stopped at the door to his room.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked.
He didn't answer, slid his card into the door and pushed it open. His hand guided me into his room.
The lamb had come home for slaughter.
Turning to me, he put his hand on my face, pulled me toward him, and kissed me. The kiss was long and surprisingly soft. My breathing became strained. I couldn't think straight. What was this man doing to me? I had never cheated.
His tongue explored my mouth and became more urgent, tasting me as I tasted him. He sucked on my lower lip, pulling on it... then moved away. I was incredibly hot, flushed, and not able to think... totally in his control.
