You walk into the hotel lobby and make your way to the elevator banks. The front desk personnel greet you. Maybe it's your own insecurities but you feel like they have a telling smile on their face, knowing why you are coming up to see me. You press the button and wait. It feels like the every person in the lobby is staring at you. They know. Know that your panties are already wet. Know that you are already imagining my hard hands on your flesh. The elevator finally arrives and you enter. Almost there. Knowing it's just a couple of minutes away mixes embarrassment, excitement and anxiety.
You take a deep breath and the elevator stops. You straighten your skirt, quickly check your lipstick, and exit into the hallway. You look at the room numbers. A very nice hotel but my room is at the very end of an isolated hallway. You knock on the door and I quickly open it. You step inside, so looking forward to seeing me again. Without warning or so much as a hello, you feel my hands grasping you, pulling you close and pushing you hard against the wall. You feel the heat of my body next to you. My hands as strong as you imagined grasping tightly at your hips.
I turn your face toward me and kiss you firmly on the mouth, teasing your tongue with mine, while lightly biting on your lower lip. I have really missed you. More tender than pain. I gently entwine one hand in your hair and pull it so that your neck is exposed. The feel of my lips on your cheek, your earlobes and your neck relaxes you. Your breathing changes and you heart begins to race, as you feel me start to hike up your skirt. As my fingers graze over the front of your panties, the static energy sends a shock down the length of your body. My hand lingers for a second, taking in the moisture and heat spilling out from your panties, as I kiss you now even more gently.
You start to say something, but my lips engulf you and bring you back to silence. I force your hand to my belt buckle and you undo my belt and then my jeans. I shrug out of my shirt and press my hips against you. My weight pins you against the wall and you hook one leg around my waist. Your skirt bunches up against your waist. You can feel how hard my cock is, only separated from your pussy by the thin fabric of our underwear. You push your hips into me, grinding your pussy against my cock, wanting it to thrust deep inside you, to fuck you hard but I do not. You feel my hands firmly grab your ass and feel my fingers dig painfully into your skin, bringing a gasp to your lips.
I push your leg down and detangle us. No words. The silence, almost palatable in the air, intensifies the anticipation. I turn you to face the wall and push your hands and face are against it as I roughly yank down your panties. Your skirt is still around your waist and you are fully dressed except for the panties down at your feet. I use my leg to widen your stance so that you are fully exposed. One hand is on your hip while you feel the other rubbing your ass. The cool air is a contrast against your heated skin. You know whats coming next and it makes you start to shake a tiny bit. Suddenly, you feel the smack of my hand and hear the loud slap ring across the room. You close your eyes and I rub your ass. You brace for another knowing that I am just warming me up. Five more firm swats and you feel the burn of my hand on your ass even though the hand is long gone.