We were going to head to the bar. A quick knock on her hotel room door. “It’s open,” she said, “but close it behind you.”
The room was dimly lit, and the sight of her took my breath away. She was standing in front of the darkened window wearing a corset and panties. Gorgeous curls cascaded past her bare shoulders. The panties had a cut out displaying her ripe, rounded bottom. I could make out the side of an exposed breast, deliciously pert. Her legs went on for days, with one leg seductively tipped back. On her feet were strappy black heels, further accentuating, further lengthening her legs.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. Answering my dazed, inquiring look, she added “you’ve been saying all the right things, playing your cards right.” A flood of emotions and thoughts hit me, making me immediately hot. I wanted to say something, but had no idea what to say. “Oh feck,” I muttered, confirming in my mind, that silence would have been better.
Smiling at that thought, I walked over to her and placed a hand on the back of her leg rubbing down and then cupping the underside of her ass. That elicited something like a quiet purr. I leaned in and nuzzled against her neck.
I had no idea. I was going to try to stoke something that very evening, but had thought that we would have wound up sloppy drunk hunkered down, shoulders rubbing, in a booth.
Without thinking, I gave her a quick spank. I chuckled marveling at her gorgeous, shapely bottom, and then something closer to a guffaw at the series of events that aligned presenting me this awesome experience.
Then I had an idea and smiled at her. Taking her hand, I led her to the wall length mirror. I had her stand in front of it, while I stood behind her. I resumed rubbing the back of her leg and booty, all the while watching her reflection. She closed her eyes and leaned back into me. I gave her booty a quick spank. “Mmm hmm,” she said. “Do I look all right?” She asked with a wink. And I said, “Yes, you look wonderful tonight.” I leaned back in to kiss and nibble her neck. Whispering, I told her she was “the perfect combination of classy and naughty.”
I went and grabbed a chair. She remained at the mirror watching me. I smiled back. With the chair in place I sat down pulling her onto my lap. I placed a hand on her cheek and turned her to me. We shared a long probing kiss.
Moving my hands to each of her knees, and I slowly parted her legs. I made eye contact with her in the mirror. “I want you to watch,” I told her. She tipped her head back and gave me both a smile and a wink. Her beautiful, sensual mouth shimmered in the diffused light. I was on fire.
I took her hand and brought it to my mouth. I wet a couple of her finger tips and said “Tonight you’re mine, and I want you to show me.” She coo-ed. With that I placed her hand between her legs and gently pressed it into her folds. She started to gently massage running over her mons and the creases along each leg. She brought her other hand to my mouth, and I accepted it, wetting a couple more fingers. This hand she moved to a breast and circled her nipple. Then she moved to the underside and traced the seam where breast met body. Again she coo-ed, and nothing in the world could break my smile.
I hungrily watched her and continued to kiss and nuzzle her neck with the occasional nibble of an ear. I’d place a hand on her cheek pulling her to me for a kiss. She would receive my tongue and gently bite at my lower lip. Her gaze would shift from watching this unfold to making eye contact with me. She smiled as she held my gaze before shifting back to the mirror.
Finally, she took my hand and placed it between her legs. I slipped a finger beneath the elastic and moved her panties to the side. I let her guide my hand brushing her outer and inner lips. She steered my hand to the hood of her clitoris where I gently pressed against it. She pressed her bottom and back into me.
I brought over my other hand and used it to slip her panties down her legs. I then took the hand that was guiding mine and placed it on her breasts. She pressed down into them and rubbed her thumb across a nipple. I placed both hands between her legs, using the heel of my left hand to ease her hood up and back with my fingers running down her wet folds. I used a finger and the two from my right hand to circle her opening, teasing her. I ran them back and forth under her vagina, getting close but not yet entering. I moved the palm of my left hand in a rhythmic orbital pattern around her clitoris.
“Yes?” I asked. She bit her lower lip and nodded. My fingers then slowly entered her, pressing against her. I slowly brought them out, and moved to re-enter. She placed a hand on my wrist, her touch guiding the tempo. The speed of my probing quickened. I drew the fingers of my other hand up and ran my index finger and ring finger along her clitoris in an inverted V. She tipped her head back and turned to look at me. Her breathing quickened, and a moan escaped.
“I want you to come for me.” Her eyes slowly closed as she whispered “Yes.” Her hand that was on my wrist moved to her clitoris, and I removed mine. She began circling her button, and I used my free hand to knead her breast. “Yes” she said this time more loudly. Her hips started to buck against me as the fingers on my right hand continued to thrust, swirling into her. “Yes,” she repeated, and closed her eyes. Slowly a wave of spasm overtook and shook her. I watched intently as her fingers continued circling. Soon another wave, more prolonged, and she opened her mouth and gasped. I leaned in and kissed her deeply. As her circling subsided, I stilled and slowly removed my fingers. Glistening, I brought them to my mouth.
She curled into my lap, and I held her closely. “I don’t want to move,” I told her. She looked at me and asked “What about you?” “There’s plenty of time,” I answered. “You think so?,” she said. “Well, if you play your cards right,” I answered with a wink and hug.