I was running late as usual. You would be here any minute and I was just stepping out of the shower onto the cold, slick tile floor. I took a towel from the shelf, snapped it open and began furiously drying myself. I walked out of the steam clouded bathroom and into the big bedroom. The air was much cooler and my nipples crunched and hardened into tight peaks.
I stood in front of the big hotel room mirror and finished drying the rest of my body. I tossed the towel into the bathroom and inspected myself in the mirror. A few strokes with the brush tamed my short blonde hair, and a spritz of fruity hair spray would hopefully keep it in place. I cracked open my little compact, and touched up my complexion, adding a little color to the round cheeks and lining my blue eyes. A little lip stick completed the makeover.
I twisted and turned, looking for any flaws I could mask. My breast were small, no more than enough to occupy a cupped hand, and the dusky rose nipples throbbed from the chill. The tan lines were nearly gone, replaced with a bronze glow.
I ran my hand down my hips and across the smooth soft skin of my mound, freshly shaved and oiled. I inhaled deeply as my fingers brushed the creamy folds. I slid my fingers between my petals and imagined it was your touch. My lips parted and my breath grew heavy as your imagined fingers entered me, my fluids flowing over your penetrating finger.
I breathed in deeply and withdrew my touch. I was late already. I couldn't afford to delay with a fantasy. I shook myself to clear my mind. Time to focus, girl. Time to focus.
I grabbed the shimmering red sateen shirt hanging in the closet and slipped into it. It was long sleeved and buttoned down the front. I left a couple of buttons open to expose some flesh just above my bare breasts, but not too much. Enough perhaps to draw your eye without being excessive.
The black denim jeans were laying on the hotel bed. I stepped into them and pulled them up over my wiggling naked hips. I tucked in the shirt, laid back on the bed and sucked in my tummy so I could fasten the jeans. Once fastened I stood and admired the skin tight fit in the mirror. I loved the way they hugged my ass, parting the cheeks so seductively, and the snug fit in the front displaying a little camel toe. As I walked over to fetch my shoes I felt the coarse fabric of the jeans excite my clit and I wondered how I would be able to walk without drenching my pants.
I sat on the edge of the little desk chair and slipped into my black strappy sandals. They had a low heel for comfortable walking and pretty little patent leather straps that wrapped around my ankles. The ensemble completed, I raced back to the mirror to inspect the end result.
I turned and adjusted the shirt here and there, brushed lint from the back of the jeans. A quick spray of perfume and I was ready.
And then there was a knock upon the door.
My heart pounded in my chest. You were here for me at last. I tried to slow my breathing and calm myself. The gesture was futile and I knew it. You rapped upon the door once more.
"Just a moment," I called loudly and tried to calmly walk to the door. I took a few breaths, grabbed the handle and turned it.
You stood in the hallway, the sunlight was at your back silhouetting you like an angel and I thought I was looking up into the face of an goddess. Your curly dark hair fell to your shoulders framing your beautiful face. You had high cheeks, just slightly colored and glowing eyes that sparkled with your delicious smile. Your full, soft lips glistened softly and I was overcome with an overwhelming need to taste them.
Your slender long neck brought my eyes down to the plunging neckline of the clingy white sweater that displayed your breathtaking cleavage. I wanted to lay my hands upon you, feel the softness of your flesh, the fullness of your femininity. I felt my hands rise but managed to resist my urge. Instead of fondling you I plied my fingers together nervously, pulled my gaze back up to endless depths of your eyes and smiled sheepishly.
"Umm, hello," I murmured. After dreaming so long of this moment I found myself overwhelmed with emotion and confusion.
You giggled, and I found it the most wonderful sound I had ever heard. It was like all the joy in the world was contained in your soft laughter. The sound of your happiness was the source of the color of the world.
"Hello, baby." You held out your arms to me and pulled me into your embrace. I tingled at the very touch of your supple body against mine. Your ample breasts pressed against mine and my nipples erupted in pleasure. You slid your hands down my waist and every part of me you touched burned with desire.
I looked up into your eyes and I saw the same pleasures that I felt reflected back to me. I could feel your breath upon my skin. Your lips were so close.
I kissed you.
Our lips met, hesitantly for only a moment, then we joined. Your hot mouth parted mine and we feasted upon one another, devouring, sucking, and licking. Your probing tongue fondled mine and I felt the heavens erupting throughout my body. I wanted to consume you. I found your lower lip and sucked it between my own lips, letting my tongue dance across your flesh.
You moaned and I opened my mouth to yours hungrily. I was aware of every touch of your body. My nipples crushed against your breasts. Your belly pressed firmly against mine. Your kneading hands upon my waist that slowly descended until they were occupied with the fullness of my ass. You pressed my hips hard into yours, your thigh finding it way between my legs and stroking my enflamed pussy.
All too soon the kiss concluded with you nibbling at my lips. I was gasping for breath and you were grinning contentedly. "Yes," I thought in the foggy recesses of my mind. "A smile and a hello and you captured me absolutely."
"Oh, god," I panted.
You giggled and gave me peck on the cheek then stepped back a couple of steps. I watched your eyes explore my body, down my chest and belly to my hips. Your scrutiny paused upon my hips and a lascivious grin spread across your face and I knew you approved the vulgar display of my sex parted by the jeans. I turned and displayed my ass to you. You approved with a growl and I found myself thrilled.
"You look beautiful," you said. I blushed in response.
"You are amazing," I replied. There just were not appropriate superlatives to describe you I decided.
"Here let's fix this." You reached out to the neckline of my shirt.
For a moment I panicked. I was afraid that I had missed some stain or tear.
But your deft fingers found the buttons of my shirt and you began unfastening them until my shirt was unbuttoned almost below my breasts. You took the neckline and opened it displaying the expanse of my bare chest. You nodded your approval and for too brief a moment rested your hands fully upon my breasts. My nipples stiffened and offered themselves to you, but your touch was gone all too soon.
The neckline of my shirt plunged low and was spread wide, almost exposing my nipples. Even with so much skin exposed I suddenly felt so very warm all over. I realized I wanted you to see my breasts, I wanted you to see my nipples, to touch me and suckle me. I took a deep breath and tried to clear the image from my head.
"You okay, baby," you asked with concern. "Is that too revealing?"
I smiled at you, the image of your lips upon my nipple still vivid. "No, it's fine. Just a bit warm is all." I giggled like a school girl.
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