The entire day before would be spent texting and chatting on the phone… sharing snippets of the day…. naughty promises…. the evening of our rendezvous arrives…. you attend the front desk of a posh hotel where a key is waiting at the front desk for your pickup. As you ride the elevator to the top floor…. you can’t help but squirm…. your knee high stockings rubbing against each other as your thighs clench…. this makes your pussy wet….. and you feel the gentle ache inside … waiting to be touched. The walk down the hall is a long one…. to the king suite at the end….. a corner unit decorated in soft colors and panoramic windows overlooking the nighttime city. Upon entering the room you smell the subtle scent of your favorite flowers….. and the undertones of my musky cologne…. knowing I have been there before you.
On the desk is a wine bucket with your favorite chilling. Two glasses on the tray stand waiting. A small gift box next time the tray has an “open me” card on it. Inside you discover the special sweet treats that you didn’t know I knew you liked…. you had only mentioned them once in passing. …. on the bed is a box from a very exclusive retailer…. tied shut with ribbon. Tucked into the ribbon is a card…. reading it…. you find it tells you to shower…. shave… and prepare for the night ahead. You have been given one hour…..
50 minutes later you are still in the bathroom at the rear of the suite… the final touches of minimal makeup and finishing teasing your hair into place….
You have already opened the dress box to find a simple yet classic little black dress….. slit up both sides to the hip….. open back and a keyhole front…. You straighten up… standing tall… your freshly shaven legs feeling silky smooth in the fishnet thigh highs that had accompanied it….
Busy with your last touches…. you haven’t heard me enter the room. As you twist left…. then right… admiring the slick lines of the dress as they fall over your ass… not a panty line in sight…. you catch my reflection in the mirror…. just half of my face peering from the darkness past the doorframe.
Your breath catches in your throat…. you feel your pulse speed up… goosebumps race up your back…. for seconds that seem like forever…. you stare at my face in the mirror… one hand making lazy and unintentional circles around your rock hard nipples…. straining the soft fabric.
You turn to face me… bent on chastising me for scaring you.. but as you turn I step into the small room…. you see the darkness of my suit…. my pants black…. Jacket black…. the deep charcoal of my shirt the only break in the pattern…. my tan skin peering out through the open collar…. tie cast aside and recklessly shoved into my pocket.
Before you can utter a word…. I take another step in… my physical size dominating the room… you don’t even realize you’re backing up until you feel the cold marble counter bump just above the curve of your ass….
You can’t speak. Stunned. I step to the side and you rush out of the room past me… the scent of my musk invading your senses as you brush up against my chest.
Reaching the center of the room you turn to face me… intent on finally telling me off…. but it’s not ment to be. You hadn’t heard me follow you… as you turn.. there I am… you bump into my thick chest and crossed arms… stumbling back half a step. Again your breath stops….
I don’t have to utter a word. All I do is point at the floor and you fall to your knees….. your entire body is quivering by this point…. your nipples are almost tearing holes in the tight dress…. sweat has beaded and is finding it’s way to your cleavage. Your thighs tremble….. waiting for the touch of my hand.
You want to look but your eyes have closed… and you cherish the darkness… fit in the darkness you can’t see the object of your desire…. ME…. you fight to gain control of yourself…. seconds seeming like minutes….. your breath evens…. your body straightens…. hips tighten… shoulders thrust back…. Your mouth opens, to tell me off… To assert yourself….. But all that comes out is a whimpered…”Please”…..
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hxzzgn/this_is_what_comes_from_texting_sexy_friends
Damn. That was sexy.