He opened the hotel room door, a thin hungry smile appearing as he guided her inside.
The drinks she had at the bar downstairs had made her a little light headed and when he suggested they go upstairs, she couldn't remember saying yes. But here they were.
The door closing behind them startled her. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as he walked past her and sat on a chair in the corner of the room. His eyes slowly scanned her, the anticipation of unwrapping her making his cock harden instantly. He had wanted her as soon as he laid eyes on her and now she stood nervously in front of him.
He looked down at her feet, still wearing the gumboots she had walked through the rain in this morning. 'You don't need those in here' he said. Charlotte perched on the end of the bed and slowly pulled the boots off, placing them carefully under the table.
As she stood there in her stocking feet, the confidence that had so aroused him earlier that day was long gone. She looked nervous. Afraid almost. He liked that even more. And as he looked approvingly at her dainty nylon clad feet, his cock twitched, demanding to be freed. She was right to be worried.
He stood up, eyes fixed on her, and slowly walked over. He could hear her, short ragged breaths somewhere between fear and anticipation. He towered over Charlotte. As he leaned down to kiss her, he felt her body tense.
Charlotte froze as his lips found hers. But the feel of him, the aroma of his aftershave and the alcohol combined to melt away some of her inhibitions temporarily. His hand moved down her body and around her ass, squeezing her cheek and sliding around the back of her thigh. As his fingers slipped between her legs, even with her jeans on, the feeling was electric, and a low moan escaped from her lips. He stepped back to admire his prize, and began to unbutton her floral blouse. It fell to the floor, revealing her spectacular breasts, cupped in a lacy black and green bra. He reached around her and unclipped it, freeing the delicious treats inside. They were big, D cup he guessed, with beautiful pink nipples that already started to harden. He cupped them in his hands, caressing them and trying to recall if he had ever seen a better pair. He hadn't.
Charlotte was hit by a wave of self conscious nervousness as this man, a stranger until a few short hours ago, touched her naked skin. She mouthed the words but nothing came out. 'I have to go'.
With strong insistent hands, he edged her towards the bed. She fell backwards, laying on her back, watching silently as he took off his shirt. He was as muscular as he was tall. It was then that she noticed something in his pants, something big. It strained against the material, baying to be released. Her apprehension only grew as she felt his skilled fingers unbuttoning her jeans.