I arrived as told, exactly one hour later to her room upstairs in the hotel where the wedding took place. She arrived at the door, dressed as she was before, and I immediately noticed the smell from the room as I entered, filled with candles and a sweet, tangy smell of some incense. The room was quite sensual, and she pulled me inside and closed the door behind me.
"So glad you agreed to come. I think there is some special chemistry with us. I trust my senses about when we first saw each other at the wedding."
I entered, and we embraced and pulled each other close, and kissed, lightly At first, probing and feeling each others lips, trying to gauge our passion, feeling for our level of arousal with each other in the interim hour, sharing our senses with each other.
"I want to experience extra senses with you. I think you will see how much this can arouse and elevate your-our mutual satisfaction."
"What do you mean by 'extra senses??"
"You shall see. First shall we bathe?"
Again, this really wasn't a question, but a statement, not one I was going to deny either.
She led me to the bathroom, and here too, I saw she had place a few candles, and again, there was the pungent smell of musk and sandalwood, with something else I couldn't place. But the combination was quite powerful to my sense of smell.
"First, let me undress you. Just relax, and let me do this part."
Somehow, my voice was lost again. Actually, I am not sure it ever came back after the spell she weaved on me downstairs.
She started to loosen my tie, and I reached my hands up to touch her arms, and caress her shoulders. She firmly took my hands, and placed them back by my side. I got the point, and let her resume. My tie undone, she then slowly took my coat off, and one by one, started to unbutton my shirt. I felt her fingers caress my skin, using her soft fingertips on each inch of my skin that became exposed. I felt her hands in the hair on my chest, and then a faint lingering on my nipples, that hardened quickly in her gentle touch. She pulled my shirt out of my pants. She caressed my hands and held them as she did earlier, and felt the bones and veins on the backs of my hands, and then unbuttons the buttons there. She eased the shirt from my shoulders, and it fell to the floor.
Then she turned me around and pressed her chest to my back and I could feel her breasts, covered by the thin material of her blouse pressed against my back. Her hands ran up and down my chest and stomach, again pausing at my nipples, this time pinching them slightly before running her hands to my stomach. Just as I thought she was going to finally place her hands on my cock, again-or still-hard from before, I was holding my breath, anticipating her touch lower, and she returned her soft, small hands to my chest and shoulders. This time, she pulled and squeezed my nipples, and rolled them in her thumb and fingers. I moaned deep in my throat as I felt her mouth on the back of my neck, and her tongue licking me there, sending goose bumps down my arms.
"Does this feel good? Is this how you like to hold your lover when you undress her? It's nice, isn't it? Do you like my hands on your nipples?"
The sound of her voice, and the touch of her hands was so electric, that I could do nothing but just nod my head and push back against her, signaling my approval. I wanted to find my voice to tell her how insane she was making me, so quickly. She somehow was able to read my mind and find the right buttons to push, arousing me so easily.
Her hands reached down and started to unbuckle my belt, and I was longing to feel her hands on my cock. I was so hard and aching with need to have the feeling of her hands on me, skin on skin. She then undid my pants, and pulled them down from my hips, and down to my ankles. Her fingers slid under the waistband of my underwear, and she pulled them free from my cock, still without touching me, without giving me that contact I so needed. Still standing behind me, she ran her hands up and down my legs and ass, painfully avoiding my cock.
"Do you want my hands on your cock? Is that what you are thinking?"
I just held my breath, willing her hands there.
"Yes," I whispered. "Please."
"Like this?" She said into my ear, letting her tongue slide behind my ear and into it, leaving cool traces where the moisture remained. Her hands went to my cock and wrapped around it, and just held me there, feeling it spasm and twitch in her grasp. She started to stroke me up and down, pressing her breasts to my back, and cupping my balls in one hand, teasing and caressing.
I just groaned again, trying not to lose control too easily.
"See, if we hadn't found some release earlier, you wouldn't be able to control yourself, would you?. I feel your arousal though. You are so hard and so excited, I can feel your energy through your cock into my hands."
She released me for a moment and stepped in front of me, kneeling in front of me to remove my socks and shoes, and pull my pants and underwear from my feet. She remained on her knees, enjoying the sight of my body, so aroused and excited by her, and ran her hands up the backs of my legs to my ass, and pulled me closer to her. I don't think I was breathing as my cock got closer and closer to her mouth, and she looked straight up at me, and opened her red lips as I drew nearer. Her tongue parted her lips and she licked the head of my cock, taking the drops that emerged from the tip, and then opened her mouth to engulf me. She held my cock in her mouth and sucked so deliciously and smoothly. I groaned at the sensation of her wet mouth on me, and then just as abruptly, she stood, and holding my cock in her hand, kissed me again, sliding her tongue into my mouth, and said, "Just a taste of what's to come. Now me. Undress me. Slowly. Enjoy it."
She stood back, and we both stood there for a moment, taking in the contrast of her being fully clothed against my nakedness, emphasized by my erect cock pointing up at the ceiling, hard and red with need.
I approached her, and softly caressed her shoulders and arms, taking in the smoothness of her skin, a sensation that matched the flawless, olive color. I pulled the blouse from her skirt, and felt the skin at her sides and stomach. I stopped just below the swell of her breasts and started to caress her breasts on the outside of her blouse. Her nipples were hard and I could feel them easily through the material, pressing into my palms. I held the weight of her breasts in my hands, and let my thumbs caress circles around her nipples. I leaned forward and kissed her neck and collar bone, biting and nibbling up to her ears and face. I covered her eyes with my lips and felt her eye lashes, and I lifted the edge of her blouse up and over her breasts, then pulled the blouse off, and let it fall onto the pile of clothes gathering in the corner.
I stood back for a moment and admired her breasts, with were large and full, and topped with hard, tall nipples. Her hair fell over one shoulder and partly over one breast. I pulled her hair free, and let my hand softly caress the breast now completely free. I ran my fingers around the sides to her ribs, and to the soft curve on the underside. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath, pushing her chest further towards my touch. I used my finger tips to trace circles, large at first, and getting smaller and closer to her firm nipples. I flicked at them, and one at a time, pinched them softly in my fingers.