The hotel lounge was not crowded that night. Janet was in town for a business meeting that started tomorrow the next day but tonight she is bored and lonely. The piano player played soft romantic songs; occasionally a couple got up and danced on the small dance floor, mostly swaying to the beat. Since this was a posh downtown hotel. Janet supposed that most of the men and women were probably there on business also. Although Janet did not normally dress for an evening in a lounge, tonight it felt right to put on the clinging black dress that she always brought along in case she had to attend an unexpected cocktail party. The scooped neckline showed off her breasts subtly without being brash or trashy. She knew that men appreciated her figure and that it did not hurt her career to flaunt it, just a little. She was wearing her favorite pair of black heels that enhanced the line of her legs; and feeling a bit daring tonight she was wearing a pair of thigh highs and panties. She felt free and sexy and a bit daring not wearing pantyhose.
Sipping slowly on her second drink, she let her eyes wander across the lounge. Several men seemed to be staring quite openly, but while she was flattered, she really felt no attraction. Perhaps she would just call it a night soon. After all, she was married and the most she would do was a little harmless flirting!
Then her eyes met his. He was sitting at a table with a tall drink in front of him. Janet could tell that he was tall, not slender, but somehow distinguished in the way that a middle-aged man can be. The graying hair at his temples and his dress indicated that he was a professional or perhaps even an executive. The way he held himself announced that this was a man who was used to getting his way.
As she stared at him, his eyes met hers. At first she glanced away but then was somehow drawn back to his gaze. He smiled disarmingly, yet there was an invitation there and in spite of herself, her eyes accepted.
To Janet’s surprise and embarrassment, he rose and walked across the room. “Care to dance?” he asked.
She felt herself blushing as she met his gaze. She was about to refuse, when he smiled and took her hand. She let herself be led onto the dance floor. There was strength in his hand and she knew that he was in command.
The number was slow and sultry. At first they danced close, but no closer than strangers. As she glided in his arms, she felt a sudden surge of heat and drifted deeper into his embrace. His arms enveloped her and she felt his body pressed along her length. Janet felt herself becoming more aroused and knew that he could feel the hard tips of her braless nipples though the thin fabric of her dress, just as she could feel the insistent hardness between his thighs.
Then the music was over, yet they did not part. He whispered in her ear, “I need some air.” There was invitation in his eyes, but she felt suddenly afraid, where would he lead her? He smiled and released her and then casually walked out of the room. Janet paused, wondering if she should follow, and then decided that she wanted to know more about him and her feet followed his path. As she hurried to catch up with him, he turned and entered an empty elevator. She realized if she were going to follow, she would have to ride the same elevator with him. She stepped in and turned around, acting like she didn't know him. She noticed that he punched the “Roof Access” button. After the door closed they stood silently for a minute as the elevator started to rise. Janet shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other, impatient, and unsure if she should say anything inside the elevator. She knew she should punch some other floor so that it wouldn’t be so obvious.
Then his hand moved forward and hit the stop button. She glanced over at him startled as the elevator ground to a halt; surprisingly, no alarm sounded. She turned inquisitively toward him, and he stepped forward and brought his hands around her waist and down to lightly caress the cheeks of her ass. His hands then moved up her back and around her sides, up to the front of her dress and over her breasts. She felt his fingers brush her nipples and they grew hard in response. He smiled at her reaction and his hand returned and he began to tease and gently twist them. Staring into his eyes, she was unable to speak and felt like she was under some kind of spell.
The man looked back at her with a smile. There was lust in his eyes and she could see that he was someone who was used to being in control. Janet felt a sudden fear surge through her as she wondered whether it had been a mistake to follow him. She realized how isolated they were. He leaned forward and kissed her, tenderly at first and then with a growing passion that climaxed as his tongue drove hard into her mouth. All the time he continued to toy with her nipples, stroking them, pinching them gently, making them ever harder. At last, he broke the kiss and moved back a little but his hands never left her body. It was as if he were taking possession of her.
“I thought so. No bra. I like that. So much easier. Let me see them,” he commanded.
He stepped back, releasing her. Janet toyed with the idea of hitting the start button and running out of the elevator at the next floor. But she couldn’t take her eyes from his and she knew that she didn't want to run away. Something in his eyes made her want to show him her body. She found herself pulling down the straps of her dress, slowly revealing her full breasts and hard erect nipples. Janet blushed as she felt his eyes taking in the sight of her bared form.
He stepped forward and leaned down to take a stiff nipple into his mouth, licking, biting, sucking, making her legs go weak and her pussy wet. If his hands hadn't reached out to hold her shoulders she probably would have dropped to the ground. She began moaning and felt her pussy starting to swell. She could smell her own arousal and wondered if he could.
As he brought each nipple to hardness, his hand glided down her back and fondled her ass, bringing her back against his body. Once again, she could feel the hardness between his legs as it pressed into her tummy. He again kissed her as one hand continued to attack her nipples.
Then he pulled back for a moment and she could see his nostrils flare a little.
“There’s something very hot in here. Perhaps I can do something to cool it off.”
He backed her against the wall of the elevator. Then to her surprise, he dropped to his knees and pushed her dress up as his hands gripped her small panties. He then gave a sharp tug and ripped them from her body. She gasped as his mouth descended without any preliminaries and his tongue began to plunge inside her sopping wet cunt. Instinctively her hands gripped his head as his tongue began licking the length of her slit and his hands gripped her now bare ass. His fingers were so strong that they seemed to be making marks on her flesh.
“Hmmm … I love the taste of hot pussy. The taste, the aroma,” and once again his tongue was buried inside her. Janet began to moan not caring if anyone could hear her. The louder she moaned, the faster his tongue moved and the harder his fingers gripped her. She began pumping her hips against his face, as she felt close to cumming. Her pussy was so wet; her smell was thick in the elevator. Suddenly the elevator began to move, and the phone rang. Janet was startled out of her trance. He stopped sucking her pussy and stood up, reaching for the phone while Janet began fixing her skirt and adjusting her breasts while pulling up her dress.
"Hello? Oh no, we weren't scared, no we aren't angry at all, these things happen, yes, thank you for your quick attention.” He said this while staring into her eyes and subtly licking his lips. He then hung up and laughed, “They think we were trapped in here by accident.” Janet laughed a little nervously.
The door opened and they were on the top floor. He walked out with Janet trailing close behind. An elderly couple entered the elevator as they left. After the elevator door closed, Janet realized that her panties were still on the floor. She wondered how they would react if they saw them.
He then led her to a stairwell with a sign that said “Roof Access.” It was almost as if nothing had happened. He said, “Let's go up and get that fresh air we need.” He held the door open for her letting her lead the way.
As she mounted the stairs, her legs were a little shaky and she felt a draft blow up her dress. She blushed as she thought about what he must be able to see, and then realized that he had already seen that and more.
As they reached the roof, he again held the door for her and she moved out onto the rooftop. There were deck chairs strewn around and a railing that faced into the lights of the city. The night was warm, but she still felt a shiver as she anticipated his next move. He took her hand and guided her to the railing. As she looked out onto the city he maneuvered behind her and brushed her hair aside, kissing her neck. She felt his hands working their way from her waist back again to her hardened nipples. Again he was taking possession of her body and she was content to surrender it to him.
As she felt his hot breath on her neck and his fingers slowly tracing their way up her arm, an involuntary moan escaped her lips. His kisses intensified and he pulled her even closer to him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass and she gave a slight wiggle in anticipation. His hand continued to knead her breasts and play with her hardening nipples. Her pussy was still swollen and wet from his earlier ministrations and her body was once again on fire.
He leaned into her and whispered, “Where were we”? She assumed at first that he was joking but as he stood behind her his hands tightened on her breasts and he whispered, “ I said, where were we”?
