Who is this pale nervous creature, I wonder as I gaze in the mirror, touching up my eyeliner and checking that my lips aren’t too sticky from the gloss. The butterflies are unforgiving today. Should I ditch? I mean, what do I really know about this guy? We met once. Had a few drinks, compared Spotify playlists, had a drunken romp in the taxi ride back home…that was fun. There was chemistry there, no denying it.
Urgh, he makes my heart flutter. Or is it the thought that he could be a psycho killer on a rampage and I’m his next victim? I let my mind muse on that for a while, as I often do. The macabre always has held a weird fascination for me.
I shake my head in frustration and cap the eyeliner: a perfectly winged eye after days. That has got to be a sign. No way am I gonna die the day I actually like how I look. I had on a tight black sheer top with a black satin bra underneath, perfectly accentuating my small but well-formed breasts, paired with a red leather mini skirt, black stockings, and booties. I’d been getting appreciative glances the entire night from random guys across the bar, even as I had allowed myself to peek under the table discreetly towards my date’s thigh area. The shine of his suit pants couldn’t disguise the slight raise in the fabric, which took on more prominence whenever I moved my hand up his legs, the last time dangerously close to the raised portion. His sharp intake of breath had been very rewarding.
Just thinking about the sexual tension from that night is getting me hot.
I allow myself one final look, take a deep breath, wink at the sexy figure in the mirror, and walk out of the swanky restroom.
There he is, at the table by the corner, patiently waiting as a storm rages outside behind him. He looks up and catches my eye, his face lit with a warm welcoming smile. All my fears instantly dissipate as I walk towards him.
“Paid the bill, here’s your half of the change,” he says as he hands over the notes. I notice the shine of his silver watch beneath his finely woven cotton shirt, and rub my thumb over it. With my touch, I see goosebumps form on his fine golden arm hair. I know my hands are warmer than usual, so his reaction is… pleasing.
“Ready to get out of here?” I whisper in his ear, lust overpowering my prior anxieties. His smile widens as he nods and takes my hand, leading the way to his suite. As we enter the lift, I throw caution to the wind and grab his tie, pulling him against me. His hands roam all over my body as we make out, spanking my ass lightly. I’m about to unzip his pants when the lift doors slide open with a soft ping. We pull apart instantly and try to act normal, but clearly fooling no one as the couple who enter barely struggle to hide their amusement. After a few interminably long seconds, we finally reach our floor. Sobered up a little by that mortifying experience, we make our way down the long corridor to his suite.
I had an idea of how his room looked. We had shared some, um…aesthetic images a few days ago. But suffice it to say, I was distracted by other objects taking up the screen. And man, did it take up the screen! So I had a healthy curiosity about where he was staying for the next couple of days.
He turns and gives me a cheeky little wink before opening the door. I look around his suite, luxuriously furnished with large windows. I notice with a smile that his bed is rather messy with shirts strewn about. Had he been trying out different outfits as well? It was an endearing thought that he might be as nervous as I am.
“Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?” he innocently offers.
I walk over and sit on the edge of the plush bed, legs crossed, look up at him seductively and whisper, “Mmm, yeah, I’d like some… juice.”
Catching on immediately, he pushes me down on the bed and kneels over me, his alabaster skin glowing in the dim light.
My first white cock. The thought makes me bite my lip in anticipation.
Clearly a turn on for him, he growls, “Fuck, you’re so hot,” as he grabs my hands and holds them tightly over my head.
Locked in place by his knees and gorgeously strong arms, I feel his warm lips crash over mine, tongue trying to push its way through. I open up, gladly welcoming him in and can’t help wonder what that soft wet tongue would feel like between my lips down below. The thought makes me moan as I reach my hand down more urgently now to feel his large bulge pressed between my legs, tantalisingly above my clit.
Rock hard already.
I start to stroke him but he pulls my hand away, his grasp around my wrist tighter now.
“Naughty, naughty”, he murmurs, “There are consequences to not behaving well, you know”.
“Oh, really?”, I tease seductively, my heart rate quickening.
My legs start to squirm under him, trying to get that hard bulge against me. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am under all the leather. Almost as if he read my mind, he starts tearing off my clothes. Possibly the fastest strip I’ve ever experienced, I find myself lying there on the bed, under him, with nothing on but my cute suede booties.
“Do you trust me?” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I let out a whimper of consent with a gentle nod, all I can manage in my aroused state. He gives me a mischievous grin and unclasps the belt around his waist.
“Oh,” I mutter, a little nervous now. I love a nice hard spank as much as the next bad girl, but the leather and steel buckle look like they could really hurt.
“Um, I’m not quite sure…” I begin before realising what his plans for me are. He looks over at me again for reassurance, which I now eagerly give, my back already arched in anticipation.
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