Rendezvous

“I’m in room 1543” the text message she sent me earlier in the day read. I approach the door, nervous as all hell, hoping that she’ll be just as nervous and won’t notice it in me. I knock and wait. And wait. A momentary panic, as I wonder if it’s the wrong room. Just as I reaching for my phone to double check, I hear someone unlocking the door. Now I really hope it’s the right room!

The door opens partway, and she looks out from behind the door, obviously shielding anyone who might be in the hallway from seeing anything but her face. Then, she smiles as she recognizes me. The door opens the rest of the way, but she continues to hide her body behind it. I step into the dimly lit room and she closes the door behind me.

We stand there at look at each other for a moment, both grinning nervously, until she steps forward, kisses me lightly, just on the side of my mouth and whispers “It’s nice to finally meet you”. She is still in her work attire and looking sexy as hell. There is something about a woman in a figure-hugging skirt, a blouse showing just the right amount of cleavage, and heels that just inspires me to do naughty naughty things. She invites me to take off my jacket, then steps in close again, wrapping her arms around my waist. I cradle her head in my hands as we kiss, gently. Pulling each other closer, I feel her full, firm breasts pressing against me. She must be able to feel my cock, responding rapidly to her. There is no rush to our kissing as we continue our embrace, letting hands wander over hips, backs, butts. There is no un-tucking of shirts or pulling at belts, just kissing.

We stop kissing and hold each other close, my arms around her waist, hers drapped around my neck.

Nice to meet you

The feeling is mutual!  And now, you’re mine, all mine.

I start to unbotton her crisp white blouse, revealing a pretty push-up lace bra and her full breasts.  We kiss again as I continue to open her blouse, allowing a hand to wander over her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen to my touch.  I push her blouse off her shoulders and she shrugs it off, letting it drop to the floor.  Next to go is her skirt, now laying in a heap on the floor as well, leaving her standing there in her lingerie.  Did she dress this way for me, or does she always wear a thong, garter and thigh highs?

Step away.  Turn around.  Don’t look back at me.

Reaching out, I run a hand over her ass, delighting in the softness of her skin.  Continuing to touch, with both hands now, stroking her ass, her hips, up and down the outside of her thighs.  Resting me hands on top of her hips near the small of her waist, the image flashes in my minds eye of having my hands in the same place as I drive my cock deep inside her pussy.  Eventually…

I turn her around, facing me again, and I open her bra, revealing her breasts and light brown nipples, practically begging for my lips and tongue.  I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and flicking my tongue across it.  One hand drops down to her crotch and I run a finger over her mound, feeling the heat practically radiating from her.  Pushing the delicate lace of her thong aside, I feel the smoothness of her lips, her clit begging for attention, protruding from her sex.  One finger slips inside, followed quickly by a second, as I keep th palm of my hand press and rubbing her mound and clit, all the while ravishing oral attention to her breasts.

Please, eat me, please….

Separating, I pull her thong down, slowly revealing her.  As it pulls away from her pussy, a thin string of her wetness clings, like a single delicate strand of a spider web, not breaking until the thong is halfway to her knees.  Finally, it  joins the pile on the floor and she drops back onto the bed.  I move up on top of her, still fully dressed in my slacks and shirts, and kiss her, grinding my cock against her, practically dry-humping her.  I take my time, kissing my way down her body, stopping to lavish more attention to her breasts, trailing my tongue down across her belly, over her mound, then skipping her pussy and working down and up one thigh then the other, taking care not to touch her pussy.

Yet…

[This is a fantasy, but with a certain someone in mind.  If she likes it, perhaps I'll continue the story some other time.]