In the hotel lobby… [Romantic]

I know. I don’t even have to look. I’ve never seen you in person but I can tell by the sound of your heels on the marble floor as they click across the lobby. Your presence has a gravitional pull — my tides are surging even before I turn around.

I’m afraid to look into the sun. I’m afraid to look at you — but I do. A smile illuminates my face before I know I’m smiling.

I look away, amazed at the emotions that saturate me.

You sit across the room at a high table, pretending this is just another day, just another drink. But you cannot maintain that theatre. Soon you look at me with your sweetest honesty and I know I need to be near you and be securely in your space.

I sit down across from you. I think about saying something but then I glance up and your eyes are on me. I see galaxies in them. If I hold your gaze everything else will disappear.

After countless conversations, the slow unwrapping, secrets I have told no one else and those stunning pictures — my heart still races.
We start slowly. Eye contact happens in flashes. But I don’t mind. I savor the moment like I’ve just walked into a warm bakery on an icy morning. I’m in no hurry. Let the dopamine of sweet yearning continue its slow, sexy drip. In the awkward, blushing lull there is opportunity…to devour the view of your neck, to admire the flickering muscles in your legs, to study the underside of your wrist, your feet in those amazing shoes, that place behind your knees, and the way your LBD caresses your form. Am I going to fall off this bar stool?

My brain is now that ringing, glittering space where two lightning bolts meet in the dark sky. Nothing is working. I’ve abandoned the scripts for my sexiest look and the half-smile that enhances the lines around my eyes. Everything rehearsed has eroded. Back-up plans are useless. Every molecule is on high alert. Glorious, wild chaos will rule the day. I am no longer in control.

I breathe. To steady myself.

I look at your face.

That sparkling mischief! The exquisite mystery lurking behind your eyes. Your words fall like poetry out of the sky. I wish I could remember them.

And then I see it. Some soft switch of release and desire has been flipped, like a strap dropping off your shoulders. And suddenly I know I will encounter the gorgeous animal within you.
I am speechless. Thoughtless. Something has already poured out of myself into you. I consider tossing my credit card at the bartender, picking you up and carrying you across the lobby to the elevators.
But I won’t. Not today. I am hushed and reverent— all I can imagine is that first inhalation of your scent and the pull of your fingers in my hair.

Gentleness is the starting point. Urgent whispered words to bridge the present intimacy with the intimacy to come — The soft light of the candle before the inferno erupts.

I stand up and hold out my hand. You take it. And now I have touched you. Time has stopped. As you stand you graze your fingers softly across my forearm. I shiver.

We embrace and I never want it to end.

Yet it has just begun.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/du3p0j/in_the_hotel_lobby_romantic