The hotel bar is dark, but busy. You walked in, trying to act nonchalant. Reminding yourself to look confident, un-self-aware, as if you were here for business, just one of the guests. You haven’t felt the cold outside, thanks to the warm, buzzing feeling inside. The fabric of your black dress, thin, pressing against your skin, slides smoothly against your overcoat. You can feel the goosebumps all over your body. The anticipation is intense, and so is the second-guessing. Should you have come? This is insane. He won’t show. Your mind is racing. It was one thing to exchange glances, but now….
You sit in a comfortable chair back away from the bar. Still trying to look nonchalant, you scan the bar anxiously, wondering if I’m there. The businessmen at the bar, the loner here and there, wondering if one of them is me. You order a drink from the waitress and wait. You shouldn’t have come, you tell yourself. You drink it too quickly. But the alcohol does its work. You feel calmer soon. A little more confident. Lost in your thoughts, you only notice me casually. I must have slipped in when you weren’t looking. But I’m there sitting at the bar, looking back at you. When I catch your eye, our glances lock. It feels like an eternity. The gentle smile on my face registers — you know that its me. Slowly, again it seems an eternity, I lean in to the bartender, saying something to him, taking my drink and I walk back to your table. I sit down and you smile nervously, we both smirk, giggle almost. The awkwardness is unavoidable. The feeling of my fingers glancing across your bare knee under the table, it sends a shiver up through your body. Jarring at first, unexpected, but the tingle… it lingers inside you. You lean forward, involuntarily almost, your foot slips out of your wedge shoe….
The small talk comes with surprising effortlessness. Work and its the craziness, the crisp weather, the other odd-jobs in the hotel. Soon it feels natural and innocent, as if we’d met with friends at lunch on a workday, without the faintest ulterior motives. My fingers on your knee again, jars you back… to what you came for. What you desired, but didn’t know whether you had the guts to come for. Our conversation continues, more fervently now, with witticisms back and forth, the double entendres… and all the while, my hand on your knee. You wonder, do people see…? Do they notice…? My fingers, tracing out little circles now, teasingly. Sliding around gently, so slowly, to the inside of your thigh. Your heart races now… you want me to stop, but you want me to continue.
You think you can see the lump in my throat… a hint of my own nervousness, breaking through amid the self-confidence that you found so alluring, so threatening. You put your hand on mine, as if to stop me. You decided you needed to stop me. But you leave it there. Your hand on top of mine, gently resting on the inside of your thigh… our fingers intertwine, as if they have a mind of their own, grasping tightly. It’s all broken, the moment, when the waitress comes again, and gives us each another drink.
Curiously, now that I’ve moved back, let up a bit, you want it all the more…. You squirm in your seat a little, leaning forward again across the table. You were warm before, now covered in goosebumps… you’re hot now, but the faintest cold sweat, it feels almost sweltering, you must be blushing, you tell yourself. You feel my leg against yours now, our ankles gently glancing against each other. You look in my eyes and I seem impossibly oblivious to how its making you writhe… right there in the bar… until my knowing smile tells you what you hoped and wanted. Again, my fingers… tracing out little circles… sliding upwards… so achingly slowly, up under your skirt, to the edge of your panties. The tip of my forefinger tracing out the lines of the fabric, as you gasp just a little, doing what you can to hide it. You grasp my hand. I lift it up and take you from the table now. We walk back up the the bar, as if nothing is out of the ordinary, just to settle up our bill. You lean on the bar, trying to catch the bartender’s attention, as I stand behind you, close, too close. You feel me up against the thin fabric of your skirt… thick, warm, bulging now… pressing up against you. Everyone in the bar oblivious. You lean back into me, savoring the feeling… imagining our bodies intertwined, locked in synch.
Finally I pay the bill and our hands clasp tightly, as I lead you out of the bar, to the elevator. The elevator too is crowded, thankfully, or you wouldn’t know how you could control yourself — or what I might do if we were alone. Again, an eternity… as we finally reach my floor.
The door of the elevator swings open, and we step out onto the floor, the quiet of the dimly lit hallway and the stark, punctuated sound of your heels clicking on the marble landing, a contrast to the stuffy, crowded elevator. We clasp our hands tighter, as I look across to you, pulling you forward, walking down the hallway. Each of us steps deliberately, with a measured pace — not rushing — but intently. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, just as I do, as I stop in front of my door suddenly… you turn on the balls of your feet, leaning into me — had I not been there to embrace you, you would have fallen to the ground. My arms wrap around your waist, cradling you, lifting you gently up against me. You lean back, gazing upward into my eyes… in the silence of the empty hallway, I lean in close and kiss you, deeply, our lips parting
It seems an eternity… before our lips unlock, your eyelids hazily opening again, looking up into my eyes. The intent gaze, and soft smile on my face, as I bite my lip a little apprehensively… sliding the key card from my pocket into the door, pushing it open as the latch snaps open.
I lead you by hand into the room. The light from the moon and the illuminated cityscape bounces off the ceiling of the room. I lead you across the room to the window, as you look out across the skyline, and I wrap my arms around you, standing up close behind, the palms of my hands overlapping each other, resting gently upon your belly, feeling your heavy breathing… as we gaze out the window, but our attention focused inward, on each other.
You shiver a bit now, as you feel my warm breath against the smooth skin of your neck, my lips, gentle, pressing little kisses softly along the base of your neck… you feel the tickle of me blowing softly in your ear, and it makes you smile and squirm, twisting your head away, as if to protest, but inside it makes you want more… it makes a fire well up from inside your belly, as you spin towards me, reaching up eagerly with your mouth, and we kiss…My hand slides behind your knee, lifting your leg upward, as you wrap your leg around me, instinctively, pulling me in close and feeling me pressed up against you. Your hands run up and down feverishly along my chest, my side, my back, as I lean into you, pressing up against you harder… you feel the cool glass of the plate window against your back, against your ass, icy against the thin gossamer fabric of your little black dress, even as you feel the warmth between your legs, pressed up against me now… you sigh a little, moaning almost, as you feel me grinding into you….A shiver of pleasure courses through your body now, as you feel my other hand cupping, massaging, squeezing your breast… you feel yourself letting go now, letting the force of it all overwhelm you, as you want more… you eagerly bite softly at my lip, moaning now, with each massage of my soft hand, with each thrust up against, against your slit… you feel it now, tingling within, so warm, so wet…. I pull back suddenly now, both of us nearly panting, as you look into my eyes, half-expectant, half-perplexed. I reach in and grasp you by the waist, lifting you in my arms, cradling you… your arms around my neck now, your hair dangling back behind you, tousled and unkempt. I carry you, cradled in my arms, to the bed, and lay you back gently… leaning in slowly lifting up your black dress… kneeling before you at the edge of the bed, slowly parting your legs… you feel it again, now, that feeling from before, downstairs, in the bar… the little circles with my fingertips, tracing out little circles on the insides of your thighs… You lie back now… feeling the waves of pleasure lapping over you… as my fingers slide up and down the insides of your thighs, my mouth, teasingly, making little kisses, moving upwards. You arch your back reflexively, as you feel my fingers side up under the edge of your panties, so wet already, sliding them downward… You reach down with your hands, your fingers running through my hair, pressing me up into you, as the pleasure overcomes you, your body writhing on the bed, as my lips, my tongue, flit along the edge of your glistening slit, teasing your tender clit.
Your hands press down against the back of my head, your fingertips running along down my neck to my shoulders, as you spread yourself wider, gaping, thrusting up with your waist, your body pulsing now, throbbing, as you feel my tongue on your clit, my hard, warm breath against your moist skin, as you rock instinctively, moaning out loud now… you feel my hands running up and down your legs, you knees, massaging you, running upwards across your belly, up to your breasts… kneading, softly massaging…
Your eyes closed… you open them furtively, gazing upwards on the tall ceiling, as you body rocks and thrusts, as if it is pulling you, your conscious self, along…. the lights from the city outside and beneath flickering, scattered across the pale ceiling, faintly illuminating the contours of our bodies.
You try to lift yourself from the bed, reaching down toward me, but my hands slid up and press you back down against the bed… just as a wave of shivering pleasure courses up from between your legs, overwhelming you. You relent… letting go, lying back, still thrusting up with your hips to meet the soft tremors of my face, my tongue, smooth against your clit. You feel it now well up from inside you, as you gasp and cry out, whimpering a bit, as your body shudders… you cum now, cum hard… as your body throbs.
You lie back now, feeling your body go loose, breathing so hard, as I rise from the edge of the bed, letting my suit coat fall to the floor, and climb up along the bed next to you. Your mouth open, lips parted, breathing hard, as I gaze into your eyes… lying next to you… you reach forward now, eagerly, pushing me over gently, straddling me, as I lie on my back on the bed. You reach back behind yourself and slowly unzip your dress, as I lift it upwards from beneath, sliding it up over your head. Your black bra, striking against your smooth skin… as you look down at me… your hands running up and down my chest, down to my waist, undoing my belt, quickly, clumsily… you’re so eager now….
You pull the belt loose from its clasp, unbuttoning my pants, pulling the zipper down almost violently… and you place your hand on me, the contours of my cock now thick and throbbing, beneath the smooth fabric of my boxer briefs…. you greedily run your fingers and your palms all around me with one hand, tugging down my pants with the other, pulling from the waistband.
I unbutton my shirt, one button after the other, slipping off my tie, as you move lower, your eyes wide and blazing, as if to drink it all in through your gaze.
I run my hands up behind you now, raising my torso up, so we’re intertwined now, you sitting and straddling me, me sitting beneath you… my fingers unclasp your bra, as it falls beside you, your smooth breasts, nipples taught and erect, pressed before me, so inviting… we kiss again now, deeply again, our tongues teasing and playing with each other. Both my hands cupping your breasts, squeezing your nipples, as you start to pulse again, grinding down a bit, your slit pressed up against my cock, throbbing beneath my briefs….
You feel emboldened now, as you reach down, tugging at the waistband of my briefs to slide them downward… when I reach up, grabbing your shoulder and waist, pulling you over onto the bed, spinning you over on your back, grasping your shoulders with both of my hands as I straddle you, pressing you down against the bed.
Each of us, hearts racing and breathing hard, as if feeling the other’s hesitation, pull back… you, gazing up into my eyes, the contours of my face illuminated by the reflections of the lights outside, the glow of the yellow and white city lights. We pause, but speaking nothing… as your hands slid downward to my waist, tugging at my waistband again, as you look upward, your intent gaze unbroken… sliding my briefs down, you grasp at my cock… slipping it out greedily from my boxers….
You lie still, motionless now, except for the slow, deliberate stroking of my cock with your hands…. Your mouth open, breathing hard… as I lean in and reach beneath you, lifting your waist upwards, my hands back on your shoulders now, parting your legs with my knees… as you stroke me, deliberately….
You lean back, grasping the edges of the headboard on each side of you, parting your legs wider, tossing your long brown hair back… “fuck me,” you gasp, in a faintly audible whisper, “fuck me”. I take my cock in my hand now… guiding it up to your slit… softly, gently, rubbing the head of my cock along your slit… teasing your clit a bit, rubbing it, my cock, dripping now, wet with you juices…
I lean in, and enter you, slowly, achingly slowly, just an inch. You gasp as you feel me enter you… you reach up, your hands around my waist, as if to beckon me onward, to pull me in, as I run one hand up along your body, squeezing your breast, feeling you, running my fingertips up along you, up across your neck, to your chin, with my thumb tracing along your lips, as you bite, hungrily… my fingers and palm cradling the side of your head, my thumb across your lips, as you bite at it, greedily…
My other hand is holding my cock, so think and warm now, hard and pressed up against your slit… I pull it out slowly, from just that first little inch… rubbing the shaft up along your slit, teasing you, as you writhe on the bed before me, biting hard now onto my thumb…
I lean down close now, wrapping my arms up under you, flipping you over on the bed onto your belly, before me. I wrap my arm down around you under your waist, pulling you up on all fours before me. I place my hands on your shoulders, and pull you back up into me, your ass pressing up against my cock, thick and warm, as I lean over you, my chest pressed up against your back, kissing your neck, as you press you ass back up against me, and I feel your back, my palms and fingers running up and down your back, then grasping your hair, tugging a little, pulling your neck back….
You moan as you feel me thick and hard against you, as you almost whisper now, “fuck me…. mmmm, baby, fuck me….”
I take my cock in my hand and push it up slowly between your legs… the shaft of my cock rubbing up along your slit, the head, wet with your juices now, rubbing up against your slit… you spread for me, and you rock back up against me, eager for it, wanting it, begging for it now… but I keep teasing you, sliding my dripping shaft up along you slit…
Slowly now, I take my cock in my hand again, and I pierce you, just an inch, gently, slowly, resting there, and out again…. Slowly, slowly it begins, achingly slowly. You feel me slide up into you, as you spread on all fours before me on the bed, I’m pressed up behind against you, slowly I enter you. Now I go deeper, deeper now, up into you… I let go of my cock, running my hands down again along your back, pressing you down against the bed, as you push your ass back up, spreading open to receive me, as you feel my hands, strong and firm, grasping your shoulders, pulling you back up into me, as you feel my thrust beginning…
You begin to rock back and forth now, our bodies in synch, feeling me thrust up against your ass, my cock sliding up deep into your slit, as I begin now, in earnest now, fucking you, fucking you from behind. You feel me inside you, with each thrust of my hips you rock back, my hands grasping your shoulders, pulling you back up into me, you feel me, so deep…. I tug now on your blonde hair, running my fingers through it indulgently, pulling your head back, as you feel me take control, completely now, as you feel control slipping from yourself, you feel yourself giving over, giving yourself completely over… you feel it now, totally given over — strangely, totally safe — totally dominated… you feel it… you feel me… fucking you hard now…. so hard.
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