We meet in the lobby bar, never having set eyes on each other for real before. I'm sat at the bar chatting to the female server as you walk in and recognising me from my photos, you pull up the stool next to me. You order a drink wondering if I recognise you and sit there feeling ever so slightly jealous as the attractive 30 something barmaid laughs and flirts with me, although you'd have to admit, you wouldn't mind flirting with her yourself!.
Then she gets called away to serve a customer and I look you straight in the eyes, saying nothing for a full 30 seconds. I feel the twinge in my groin and you feel butterflies in your tummy. We sit and make idle chit-chat in front of the other customers, feeling nervous but the looks we give each other increase the sexual tension by the minute. After 10 minutes or so of this I pick up a bottle of wine, get up and walk away towards a darkened area and sit at an empty table, shortly after, you follow and I watch the sway of your hips as you approach me.
The conversation turns to us, the months, or is it years, we've been in touch, the things we've talked about and secrets we've told each other. We finish the bottle of wine and order another to take upstairs, by now we are both incredibly turned on and can barely control ourselves in the elevator, spending the whole journey embraced in a long slow and sexy kiss, our tongues delicately touching at first then getting more adventurous, delving deeper into one another's mouths as our pulses raise at the same rate as the elevator.
We stop at our floor and you follow me to the room. I unlock the door stand back as you walk into the aroma of the musky fragrance of an incense stick and the relaxing light from a couple of the dimmer wall lights all bathed in the flickering glow of candles I'd lit earlier. I put the 'do not disturb' sign on the outside handle and close the door.
I walk to where you are standing in the centre of the room and we kiss again, this time more tenderly, the room in near silence – just the distant hum of the city life far below us. I pour a glass of wine and allow you to drink some before I take it from you, have some myself then set it down on the dresser. You don't move.
I pick up a silk ribbon, walk back to you and carefully but firmly wrap it round your eyes plunging you into darkness. I kiss you again, my mouth full of wine. We swirl it around, erotically swapping from mouth to mouth until between us we swallow it. I move away and quietly order you;
"Strip, slowly, and don't say a word"
You feel completely relaxed and comfortable with me watching you. You know I find you the sexiest woman in the world and at this moment you believe you are.
You know how to undress to please – first you ease of each shoe using the opposite foot to do so. Next the thin shawl you were wearing over your shoulders gets pulled slowly round your neck until it falls to the ground. You undo you dress and it slips seductively to your feet leaving you stood in stockings and your sexiest lacy underwear.
"Stop!"
You stand still not knowing where I am, what I'm doing or even what I'm wearing anymore.
After what seems like an age you sense me behind you, you know I'm studying you and you love it – you've never felt so sexy, so beautiful, so wanted!
My lips brush gently against your hair taking in the smell of your shampoo, my hands move your hair out of the way and you feel my mouth against your skin. My lips, barely touching you, make their way from the top of your neck to the base of your spine; your lace knickers stop me from going lower.
I stop.
Your breath is quicker now, shallower. You feel your heart trying to beat it's way out from your chest, your chest is heaving – you try and stop it, unsuccessfully, from heaving up and down. You know somehow that it's your chest I'm looking at. You desperately want to free your breasts from the constraints of your bra but you daren't move!
You flinch as you feel my lips gently against your cleavage, you feel clammy as I kiss the warm flesh between your magnificent breasts.
Silence.
Nothing.
Minutes go by, seeming like forever.
"Take off your stockings"
As you bend down to comply, you know I am watching you intently, but you don't know where I am. Part of you hopes I'm looking into your bra as the weight of tits fill it out more so as you bend forward. Another, dirtier part of you wants me to be looking at your full round ass as your knickers slip further between your cheeks.
Stockings off, you stand up, still again.
Your body shivers as my warm firm fingers gently stroke their way along your shoulders, down your arms to your hands. I kiss each finger in turn. My hands find your waist, the small of your back, your navel, my mouth following close behind. I run my fingers round the smooth orbs of your ass, the dimples where your buttocks stop and you legs start, down your thighs to the point behind your knees.
Again kissing as I go, my fingers trace the lace edge of your panties round to the front, from your waist down and along to your inner thighs. I plant a kiss on the front of your panties, savouring your womanly aroma. You believe you feel wetter than you've ever felt before, convinced you're about to leak past your knickers and down your legs.
I stop!
