Out of a fog, your head pounding and eyes burning, you open your eyes and find you are looking up at a decorative ceiling. The ceiling is a muted warm beige adorned with cherubic figures at each corner. Unconsciously, you think out loud "where on earth am I?". Trying to rise from the satin covered bed, you suddenly remember the previous night.
It was a glorious wedding reception, but you quickly remember that the pounding in your head and the burning in your eyes is a direct result of too much champagne and too much dancing. Your niece Anna looked every bit the angel in her wedding gown.
The sweet memories of your smiling niece and her handsome groom soon give way to the fact that you still have another day alone in a strange city before heading back home from the wedding. Figuring that these precious moments alone come only once in a while, you decide to savor the time away from your family and sample the amenities that the luxury hotel has to offer. After a savory afternoon at the hotel spa and a long luxurious soak in the hotel whirlpool, you head back to your room, content.
Suddenly there is an urgent knocking at the door. You look through the peephole and see a young man, his face full of anguish.
"Please open the door, I need your help" he begs, his words spiked by a distinct southern accent.
You sense his urgency, take pity on him, and decide (against your better judgment) to take a chance and let him in.
The young man practically falls into your room, breathing heavy, as though he'd just run a marathon.
"Thanks" he manages to cough out. "I thought I'd never get away from them"....he adds.
"Who? Is someone trying to hurt you?" you question, still not quite processing the sight in front of you.
"I was being chased......" he started
Staring into his sparkling green eyes, you recognize him. He's a famous rock star named Jake, one whom women, young and old, lust over.
"By a group of your fans?" you ask.
"Yeah...yeah" he said nodding. "Thanks for letting me in. I could have been a deranged rapist for all you knew" he laughed.
"A rapist? You? I don't think so" you reply with a giggle. "I couldn't be that LUCKY" you think to yourself.
The young man asks you if he could hang out in your room for awhile in order to catch his breath and throw the "fans" off his trail. You agree and the two of you sit on the couch in your room and start to chat.
You order room service for the two of you, and then you begin to make your introductions as the two of you lead into small talk. As you chat, you can feel his warmth and genuinely sincerity in every question he asks, every answer he gives you. Before long, you both feel as though you've known each other for years.
"Do you mind if I take off my shoes?" Jake asks abruptly.
"No, that's fine" you respond, if not a little puzzled.
He slips his shoes off, then slides a little closer to you on the couch. He loosens buttons of the striped long sleeve shirt he is wearing and rolls up the sleeves. You are surprised that he isn't wearing his customary white t-shirt underneath the striped shirt, but are also amused at the sight of his red chest hair.
His smile is so infectious, his eyes so sparkling, you suddenly feel very lightheaded. His hand brushes against your knee. A chill runs up and down your spine.
He gently cups your face with both hands and kisses you squarely on the lips. Somewhat surprised, you pull away quickly, but he pulls you back toward him and repeats the kiss, this time more intensely. He runs his hands through your hair, then his fingers trace the edge of your ear, then your cheek traveling down your neck and circling towards your breasts.
You are so surprised by this turn of events, that now you are the one who can't catch her breath!
Your shock is curtailed momentarily by a knock on the door.
"The room service!" you suddenly remember.
Jake quickly gets up and blocks your way to the door. He answers the call and pays the delivery boy. He takes the tray and sets it aside on a nearby table. He proceeds to pour two glasses of wine from the room service tray. Confused, you accept his offer of the wine, but you are perplexed as to how the wine got there, since you had not ordered it!
"Must be a mix up in the room service order" you think to yourself naively.
After taking a few sips, you begin to feel warm.
Jake suggests that you both return to the couch. His eyes following your every move as you make your way to the couch and sit down. Jake sits next to you, your bodies touching. He leans in again. His kisses make you dizzy, his tongue darting in and out of your mouth, not even giving you time to breath.
"Help...me...help.........me......" you utter breathlessly.
"I'm helping you baby...." He moans in return.
Jake's hand now roams underneath your sheer black blouse, searching for it's intended target. He easily finds your now rock hard nipple from under the thin material of your bra and his fingers expertly circle it until it protrudes like a rocket.
"MMmm...." You hear him moan as he continues to play with your breast, still kissing you with hungry passion, his tongue exploring yours.
His hand begins gently kneading the soft tissue of your breast. His lips then began a descent away from your hungry lips, alternately kissing and licking his way down your neck and onto your chest. Slowly he unbuttons your shirt and it smoothes it past your shoulders.
He reaches down and caresses both of your breasts through your bra. He touches your nipples causing them to grow hard and push against the soft material of the bra. His hand slides under your skirt, over her your stomach and comes to rest on your garden. His hand cupping your mound, fingers seeking out the dampness coming through your panties.
Your breathing becomes more rapid.
"Jake....please...." you weakly cry.
"Oh my, sweetie...say please again...." he breathes into your ear. "Beg me to stop....It turns me on..." he continues.
"No...no....what....are.... you....doing..." you gasp.
"I'm undressing you darlin'.." he replies, as he deftly removes your bra.
Although you know you should try to make him stop, you can't. Your head feels like lead, your legs limp beneath you.
You watch as he lowers his hungry mouth first to one nipple and then to the other. You feel his tongue toying with each nipple, causing them to harden once again. Your chest heaving, you run your fingers through his hair as he pleasures you with his lips and tongue. Little beads of sweat begin to build on your brow, and your secret garden is beginning to warm intensely.
His hands slowly work their way down past your stomach, caressing the inside of your thighs and reaching down to softly rest on your mound once again.
His fingers gently slip under your panties, toying with the outer reaches of your love canal. You squirm as the moisture between your legs begins to trickle.
Just as you start to feel a powerful sensation building in your depths, Jake suddenly stops his maneuvers and stands before you.
Your eyes now follow his every move, as he walks toward the table to refill his wine glass.
Your breasts and mound practically cry out for his attentions once it has ceased.
