Authors' Note: 'Mind Games' - is a series of stories that are a collaboration of Skywriterxxx and Manda Tori. The series was intended to give the reader a his and her view point of the character's relationship. Each chapter will change the narrator's gender and reflect the author's individual style. We appreciate any feedback, and hope you enjoy the combination of our writing styles.
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As she walked across the room, navigating around the tables filled with the remnants of the Friday-after-work crowd, I watched in disbelief - and admiration. The sway of her hips, the firm cheeks of her ass pressing alternately against the cloth of her skirt, the seams of her stockings leading up those firm, slim legs, to the place I know as heaven.
I glance down at the table and see the scribbled room number and key card she left behind, and smile.
"She's coming along quite nicely," I think, smiling, as my still-tingling cock reminding me of the pleasure that will soon await me upstairs.
The cool air on my wet cock reminds me that I have some 'duties' to take care of here first. I discretely pull up my pants and tuck my shirt into some semblance of order, then I pull the tablecloth out of my pants where it was inadvertently tucked in.
With all the dignity I can muster, I slide out of the booth, collecting the napkin and room key, and walk slowly toward the door to the hotel lobby, tracing her path to the elevator. I notice one of the guys at a table nod at me, smiling, as I pass by. He's caught on - he knows the game, I think. I smile back at him. Perhaps he noticed her little 'dissappearing act' in the booth? As I approach the elevator, the light tells me it's on the 5th floor - same floor she had scribbled on the napkin.
I can still see her legs - now she's walking down the hall toward room 512, the vision of those glorious thighs burned into my brain, as I wait for the elevator to return to the lobby and take me to her.
It's on the way down now, four, three, two, and I see the shadow of the car between the doors. The doors slide open. I smile.
She reaches for my lapel and pulls me into the elevator with her, a finger already pressing the 'close door' button. Arms around me, she's already pressed the 'five' and the elevator begins it's ascent.
"Oh, God, Sky, I couldn't wait!" she whispers breathlessly, into my neck.
She raises her face to me and we kiss, deeply and passionately, anticipation drawing us into a warm embrace. My hands reach down to her thighs, sliding the cloth of her skirt upward, baring more and more silk-encased flesh, until the tops of her stand-up stockings are in view. I pull back, breaking the kiss, and smile.
"You've done well, my sweet, very well indeed, and you deserve to be rewarded," I tell her, as she grins seductively.
The elevator slows, and I let her skirt drop back into place. The doors open, and we walk toward the room, my fingers touching the small of her back, gently guiding her.
I swipe the room key and we enter. It's not a large room, and for now lit only by the city lights from the open curtain. That's all the light I want. We are shadow people for now.
Guiding her to the foot of the bed, I say, "Stand here, don't move," as she tosses her purse to the chair.
That's part of the game. Once we're alone, I take control. She obeys. Period.
I bring the blindfold out of my jacket pocket and put it on her, then begin my slow torture at the front of her blouse.
"Don't move," I whisper in her ear as my hands touch the warm flesh of her chest, fingers nimbly manipulating the buttons, one by one, starting at the top, opening her to me. As I pass the fourth button, I brush my lips against hers in a fleeting kiss, then brush them along her cheek, slowly around and down her neck. Her silky skin is warm and soft against my lips, a trace of heavenly scent gives just a hint of vanilla, clean and fresh and pure.
Her hair has escaped its pins, strands of it seductively carressing her shoulders. I've reached her skirt, and she gasps as I pull her blouse up and out to gain access to the last buttons. I slide the soft silk over her shoulders, pushing it down over her arms and tossing the blouse to land on her purse in the chair.
She's wearing the lacy white front clasp bra that she knows I like, and I quickly unfasten it, releasing her soft breasts. The bra lands on her blouse, as I turn my attention to her breasts. I see her tremble slightly, just once, either from the cool air or the anticipation, I don't know which. Keeping my hands behind me, I brush my lips over her shoulders, softly - barely touching her warm skin, then slowly move up the left side of her neck. I capture her left earlobe in my lips, sucking it inside my mouth, my wet tongue flicking over the tiny pearl stud as I suck her earlobe like I would her labia.
Soft kisses then, down and around to the back of her neck, my nose brushing her hair away as my lips move slowly, teasingly, over her warm skin to her right earlobe. It receives the same treatment - my lips sucking it into my mouth, leaving her earlobe wet and warm.
Kisses again, down toward the back of her neck, then lower, to that one little spot between her shoulders that always gives her goosebumps when I lick her there. A long, broad-tongue lick from between her shoulders to her hairline, following her spine, brings a soft sigh from her lips. Slowly moving over her shoulder then, to her chest, just above her breasts, I softly kiss as I go, moving constantly.
Her breasts are natural, like an almost-full water balloon. Not large, but still firm, and more than a mouthful. My soft feathery kisses move lower, to the bottom curve of her breasts, avoiding her nipples for now. She loves to have her nipples touched - I've made her cum simply by sucking them into my mouth.
That's also part of the game. I make her wait. Before I allow her to cum, she'll drip with anticipation. We have all night.
I want to get her naked very soon, so as my lips caress the lower swell of her breasts, I reach behind for the zipper of her skirt and slide it down. The skirt falls to the floor and she steps out of it, kicking it aside.
My fingers caress her belly along the elastic of her white silk thong, then hook inside and begin to lower the flimsy garment, pulling it down only until her pussy is exposed, leaving it suspended around her hips for now. As my hands then caress her soft hips and belly, my lips move upward to capture her left nipple. I suck it between them, my tongue lashing at the tip of it, giving it a thorough soaking. A sudden intake of breath tells me she's enjoying that. My left hand is working its way down to her smooth pussy, the middle finger slipping between her wet lips, pushing inside her. I move my right hand up to her left breast as my lips move across to her right breast. My fingers caress the wet nipple as my tongue begins to torture its counterpart. I open my lips and suck part of her breast into my mouth, my teeth grazing her nipple, then my tongue caressing it, flicking over it back and forth while my fingers roll her her left nipple between them.
A soft "Oh my God!" escapes her lips, and I know she's close to orgasm. She must wait. I allow most of her breast to slide out of my mouth, capturing only her nipple between my lips, and my teeth gently bite it. She bucks against my hand - my finger motionless inside her hot pussy, her thighs squeezing together, and I know she's on the verge of a major orgasm. My tongue licks her nipple now as I release it from my lips, and she sighs in frustration, "please, oh Sky, please let me cum!"
I slip my finger from her pussy as I gently guide her backwards, "I want you to step backwards a bit, my love, and lie back on the bed" I whisper to her. When she feels the bed, she slowly sits down, then stretches out on her back as I guide her to lie down.