She sat next to me on a cross country flight from some east coast city to the one in Texas the plane would land in. Welcome to the world of business travel. You’re in a new city each week, you can be whoever you want when you’re in a place no one knows you.
She asked me if this was row 18 and it was so I sat in the middle and she sat in the aisle and we smiled at each other before take off. Then after the seatbelt light turned off I made up some excuse to chat because she was pretty, and had gorgeous green eyes, brown hair, and lips that were full and soft that did something to me I can’t quite explain.
“I don’t know the city that well,” she said about the town we’d end up sharing together. “I was born there but moved away for college and I feel like it’s changed so much since then, all my friends and family have moved away” we drank airplane wine that was both overpriced and too dry and she took a sip before explaining that she had planned to move back after she graduated but got married and stayed in her husbands hometown instead.
I hadn’t noticed the ring at first but she unfolded her hands now to show me that she wore her wedding band and engagement ring as a pair on her slender and dainty left hand. The thought cross my mind to back off, however she happily talked with me for the rest of the flight and when we landed she invited me to grab drinks at a bar close to both our hotels.
I go out for drinks for strangers a lot, the road gets lonely. The trick to travel is to have no expectations and don’t assume intentions, be open to the possibilities and the let the night flow however it wants. I showered and changed at the hotel and arrived at the bar a little early to grab a high top before the after dinner rush. She showed up a later in dress that made my jaw drop. Floral, and strappy, a flirty sundress with some wedge heels he brown her done up exposing her shoulders.
Don’t assume intentions and the let night the flow. I repeated this like a mantra.
We didn’t sleep together that night. We drank a lot though, and I flirted and then she flirted back and then I walked her back to her hotel and outside under the street lamps in the haunting halo of iridescent light we kissed. My hands teased the hem of her dress, and then the small of her back and then brushed her bare shoulder. The night was warm, and when our lips unlocked she was breathy and moaned that she had to go and ran back inside through the sliding lobby doors. The thought cross my mind that I had overstepped, and misread the situation.
I don’t normally smoke but I bummed a cigarette from some scruffy guy nearby the hotel and walked back to mine alone.
We’re all looking for a little escape. Just to forget a moment about your life your stresses, the baggage of your past and the fixtures of your present. How liberating it would be to just forget it all for just one night? Or just the four from Monday night to Friday morning? I guess that’s why I hadn’t even entered my room before my phone pinged and her number popped up on my screen “I should have invited you up.”
There’s an argument to be made the tension is the most important part of sex. The physical act is what we all think about but the ebb and flow of emotion the feeling of tangible desire burning throughout your body and the feeling this is building up to *something* is the straw that stirs the drink.
“I agree.” I messaged her back. The rest of that night was about tension, about building that need for the physical act. That night we texted well into the early morning, each one more lurid and detailed than the last. Any thought I had misread the situation had evaporated.
“I need you to own me tomorrow, to claim me as yours.” Her last text to me before we both fell asleep.
The day working felt like a blur with meeting clients, and pitching projects. But when the evening came, I ordered an espresso from the lobby bar and felt enlivened when her message popped up on my phone “I’m on the way.”
I had ordered a bottle of red wine and two glasses to my room, and they sat there waiting for us when she met me at the bar. She wore red lipstick and whispered in my ear that she’d been thinking about me all day as she came up behind me and touched my back. I thought of red prints, her lips on me, my hand on her.
Two shots at the bar, one for each of us, before we went upstairs “I want you to control me” she said last night “I need a firm hand, it’s not something I get at home,” her messages replaying in my mind as we enter the elevator and as the the doors close my hands are on her waist, pulling her in and this time the iridescence of her touch flows through my body as our lips touch and I kiss her open mouth. How long was the elevator ride? I’m not sure but it felt like forever before the doors slid open again and the chime dinged for the twelfth floor and by that time my firm hand was wrapped around her neck and I had pushed her back against the mirrored elevator wall, her legs were apart and her black pencil skirt hiked up revealing her perfect and thick thighs. Three buttons on her blouse somehow undone, he dark and lacy blue bra peaking out from underneath contrasted her pale porcelain skin.
We sprint, or it felt like we did anyway, down the hall to my room, and I unlock the door pushing her onto the bed as soon as we get inside. As she lays on her back I tell her to finish unbuttoning her blouse and to take off her skirt and she nods and complies with a whimper that tells me she would have undressed in the elevator if I said to.
She’s already wet, I can feel it through the blue thong she wore to match the lace bra. My finger tips tease her over her underwear as I look over her and she moans and breaths heavily and arches her back and pushes her hips in the direction of my touch. Her legs are wide open, and I tell her she’s gorgeous and that I want to taste every inch of her body. She offers to take her underwear off, but I tell there’s no need as I kiss her neck, then collarbone, then between her breasts so I can smell her perfume, and then her stomach and then her hip bones, and then my lips are on her inner thigh. I push her panties aside and then the tip of my tongue slightly traces her folds and while she bucks her hips and my hands cup her perfect breasts over her bra.
I teased her like that with my tongue for a while, light flicks alternating with more pressure, following the rhythm she sets with her body, before building to a crescendo where her breath quickens and her moans get louder as she feels the waves of pleasure wash over her. I tell her not yet, and she says please in protest as I turn her over exposing her ass and she feels the stinging of the first hand print I leave on her body as she tessellates with the idea of a release that will only get bigger the longer I keep it from her. She knows this and she tells me she’s worried she’ll make a mess. I tell her that’s exactly what I want but not until I give her permission.
She puts her head down on the bed and arches her back I remind her to keep her ass in the air for me as I unbuckle my belt, un do my slacks and pull my briefs down. The sunset filters through the slits of the window shades and the dying light bathes her soft skin in a warm glow as I slide her panties aside again and enter for the first time. She’s tight and warm, and I can feel her contractions against my thick shaft as she adjusts to my size, “push your ass back slowly,” I groan and she exhales a breath that turns into a moan that turns into a squeal as she slides up and down my length. Neither of us were religious but she takes the lords name in vain with every thrust and as my paces quickens and deepens, words then seem to escape her before I grab her hair and pull her upright until her back is against my chest. I bite her neck and tease her clit with my hand my fingers drenched and she’s screaming that’s needs to cum.
It’s simultaneous, the words “be a good a girl and cum for me” leave my lips and then she gushes all over my cock and it runs down her legs onto the bed and she sounds hungry and desperate, her moans are guttural and she begs for it harder and begs for more, and begs for anything I’m willing to give her.
We spent the rest of the night tangled up in each other. In fact every night that followed that week. There was a primal, raw passion each time and we were hungry for each other. We stayed in touch for a little while after, and almost met up once more but we could never quite get the timing right.
On the last morning we woke up early together before our flights and made love in the dawn light. It was if our bodies had been made for the other, each touch of hers lit a fire in me that made me need her more. I sometimes still feel her soft lips against mine when I dream.
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