0 comments/ 13189 views/ 1 favorites For My Lady By: Hg Dragon This series of stories were written for person who's very special to me. Thank you for being my muse. You know who you are. -hg ***** My plane lands in Las Vegas. My first year in the IT department and I've already worked my way up the ladder to a lead position. My reward, I get to come to Sin City to represent the company at the Winter Consumer Electronics Show. This is one of the largest Expos in the world in one of the most decadent cities in the world and I'm here on business. Shit. I pick up my luggage, get my rental car, and make my way to the Las Vegas Convention Center to check out where I'll be setting up my company’s booth. All of that mess out of the way, I head over to my hotel to check in and settle in for the night. I pick up my passcard at the front desk and trudge up to my room; the jet-jag kicking in already. After the long plane ride and the multiple layovers (damn tight assed travel budget…), a nice hot shower and some dinner sounds just perfect. I call down to room service and order a club sandwich and a beer and fire up the shower. The hot water pounding on my back relaxes the muscles bound up from hard lobby seats and crappy, 3 inch reclining seats on the plane while the steam acts to clear my sinuses thrown out of whack from the drastic changes in humidity. A knock on the bathroom door lets me know that my meal has arrived. I get out of the shower, dry off a bit and wrap the towel around my waist and walk out into the main part of my room. On the table is one of the biggest club sandwiches I've ever seen. But then again, this is Vegas. I unpack my laptop and set on the table next to dinner and start it up. It boots up and I connect to the 'Net through the hotel’s network. I log into the company's network and update my bosses on the current status of everything then kick back for some general surfing. I visit my usual haunts and make a few posts here and there before getting bored before firing up AIM. I'm hoping for a specific person to be on. Ah, there you are, my Lady. I double-click your name and we begin chatting. It's been a few days since we’ve talked due to the fact that I've been busy getting everything ready for these next couple of days. I fill you in on everything that's gone on and you seem to be surprised to hear I'm in Vegas for the show. Soon, we’re making our normal innuendo filled comments and, as usual, they progress to the point where suggestion has flown out the window and its full-blown cybering. Finally, we sign off for the evening as it's getting late and we both have early days tomorrow. It’s the first morning of the show and I'm agonizing through the day. The company couldn't have picked a less suitable person for this. Other than some of our long-term clients or people I my self have meet or dealt directly with, I tend to not get along well with the general public. Occasionally, women come by and, me being the male that I am, I tend to treat them better than the other visitors. I get a little flirty and actually attempt to engage them in conversation and do my job. About midway through that first day, I notice one rather attractive woman taking a bit more notice in our wares than most of the previous other people have. She’s Asian, about 5'2" and petite, except for her breast size which is at least a D cup. She’s dressed in a casual, but slightly evocative black dress that shows her off well. Her hair is just about to the middle of her back in length and has a slight, natural wave to it. It's arranged to frame the fine features of her face perfectly. I move over to her to do my job and I catch a hint of her perfume. It's sweet and light, very natural just like the rest of her. The overall effect is a hint of refinement, a hint of sensuality, and a strong impression of confidence. Maybe it's just me, but she seems to be a bit more into my spiel than any of the other people I've pitched to earlier. We’re hitting it off rather well and it seems that we can do a good bit of business together. The bosses will be happy with this since this has all of the indications of turning into a fat, juicy account for us. As we exchange cards at the end of our conversation, she tells me, "Thanks for information, Hg." What!? That's part of my Internet handle! How does she know that!? My head snaps back to her, a confused, puzzled, and shocked expression on my face. She laughs at my discomfort and reaches out to her card still in my hand and lifts it in to my line of sight. I take a good look at it and things start to fall into place. The purple printing. The Hawaiian address and phone number. The name Elle. HO-LY SHIT! My heart skips and a lightning storm fires off in my head. "Lady Ayane?" I ask incredulously. Again you laugh at me, but it's not a mean laugh. You nod your head and I reach out and wrap you in giant hug. "Dammit, you could have told me you were going to be here as well!" "Now where would the fun have been in that?" you ask. "Do you know how incredibly unfair it is that you’re the only one who’s seen a picture of the other? I don’t know why you never sent me yours, you’re simply gorgeous…" We quickly make arrangements for dinner later that evening at my hotel. The rest of the show goes by in a distracted daze. The end of the day can’t come fast enough for me. Finally, the expo closes up and everyone starts to put things away and straighten up for tomorrow. I tell the other guys that I need to go ahead and head back so I can inform the home office about the day and to start following up on the leads we picked up. I practically fly back to my hotel and grab a quick shower and change of clothes. One pair of khakis, a button down Oxford shirt and a pair of tennis shoes later, I step out of my room and head down. I get to the hotel restaurant with plenty of time to spare. Fifteen minutes later, you walk in. You’re dressed in a killer mid-thigh length black dress and 2 inch black heels. Your hair is pulled together and over the front of your left shoulder. The neck of your dress V’s down and accentuates your cleavage to outstanding effect. You have the attention of every person with a Y chromosome in the place. Looking at you, I get a lump in my throat and in my pants. Incredible. I stand up and you walk over to me. I lean down and place a kiss on your cheek then step back and take another admiring look. "Damn," I tell you. "I feel like a bum at a fashion show, now." You blush at the compliment and we make our way into the restaurant. Dinner is intimate and romantic followed by a couple of glasses of wine. While we’re enjoying our drinks, I tell you that there’s something I need to let you know. "What’s that?" you ask. "I *really* have the urge to kiss you right now." "Oh. Well, there’s nothing wrong with urges as long as you know what to about them," you reply with a smile. I place my glass on the table and reach for yours to do the same. Reaching up and placing my hand on your cheek, I stroke the back of my finger from your chin to beneath your ear, around the corner of your jaw then under your chin. You sigh slightly and lean into my hand with your eyes closed. I hold your chin with my thumb and forefinger and tilt your head up slightly. Your eyes open to look into mine and I begin to lean in slowly giving you plenty of opportunity to pull back if you wish. The space finally vanishes between our lips and they touch lightly at first, then with increasing pressure and intensity. I reach up with my hand and place it on your neck, just below your ear. You moan from the intimate contact and your lips part ever so slightly. I tentatively reach out with my tongue and touch your lips with it. You moan again and open your mouth even further. My tongue slips forward again and meets yours. The tips flick and probe each other then slide past each other and begin to entwine. You reach up with one hand and place it on my chest and the rest the other on my leg, just above the knee. We break the kiss long enough for you to suggest that we go up to my room. I sign for the bill and charge it to my room and we head for the elevators. The moment the room door closes behind us, you press against me, wrapping your arms around my neck and pulling my head down. Our lips meet again, this time much more passionately that earlier. I slide my right arm around your waist and the other under your shoulder and around your back pulling you tight to me. You break the kiss for a moment and step away. Grabbing my hand you lead us into the rest of the room, You step over to the stereo and turn it on, moving up and down the dial until you find a station you like. The sounds of jazz fill the room and you look pleased. You turn back to me and ask me to dance with you. Taking your hand, I place the other low on your waist and we begin to slow dance in time with the music. Nothing is said between us verbally, but plenty is said with our eyes and bodies. We get closer to each other as time goes on. You lay your head against my chest and put your arms around my neck. I pull you tight against me and place my chin on top of your head. Again it's you who breaks away. You step back and look up into my eyes. "Make love to me," you ask me. With that, I take you’re your face in both hands and kiss you fiercely. You moan in response and seem to get weak in the knees. Slowly, you reach up and begin to unbutton my shirt. Fully undone, you pull the tails out of my slacks and slide your hands up from my waist and over my chest and to my shoulders, pushing it off and down. Your fingers play in the light amount of hair on my chest. I reach behind you and pull the zipper for your dress down to your waist. You shrug your shoulders out of it and I let go allowing it to fall to the floor. I caress your smooth shoulders and back and slowly lower one hand to your ass. By now, you've begun unbuckled my belt and are trying to open my pants. I help you out and you push my pants down once they're undone. Now we’re standing in our underwear; you in a matching black lace bra and panty set and me in my boxers. Moving back in for another kiss, you place one hand between us and begin to knead my growing erection through my boxers. My hands move to your back to unhook your bra and end up fumbling around lost. You laugh at my confusion for a moment before reaching up and unclasping your bra at the front. Chagrined, I blush slightly before returning to the kiss. The attention you’re paying to my cock increases and I respond by fondling your breasts; your nipples beginning to tighten under the palms of my hands. You moan again and fall into me. It's my turn to step away as I grab your hand and lead you to the bed. When we get there, I turn you around and kiss you again, tongues searching and wrestling. I push you back and begin to lower you onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. Laying you down, I brush the hair from the sides of your face. I begin to plant small licks and kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. You reach up and place a hand on the back of my head and press me to you. I kiss my way down your chest and to your breasts. Licks and nibbles on your sensitive nipples cause you to gasp and moan. I slide my right hand down your flat stomach until I reach the waist of your panties. I work my fingers under the elastic and cup your pussy; squeezing, pressing against it, grinding over it in circles. You moan throatily and hunch your hips against my hand in response. "Please, take me now. Please!" you almost beg. I sit up and slide my boxers off then grab the waist of your panties. You lift your hips up and I pull them off and toss them over my shoulder in the general direction of the rest of our clothes. I position myself between your legs and you reach down and grab a hold of my shaft. Holding myself up on one hand I look down at our crotches. You pump me a few times before pulling me to your dripping pussy. You aim the head right at your opening and grind your hips up, forcing me into you. The feeling of your heat and softness overwhelm me for a moment. "All the way in… Go all the way…" you beg. I begin to push and you gasp in response. Once I’m all the way in, you wrap your legs behind my back and lock your ankles together, trapping me in you. Like I was going to go anywhere at the moment… After adjusting to my length buried in you, you urge me to begin moving. I start slowly, but you want nothing of that. "More, more!" you implore me. I increase my tempo but you’re still not satisfied. I give in and begin to piston in and out hard and fast. You begin to writhe underneath me as I give you what you want. Your hands fly to my back and you dig your nails into my back. The slight pain only causes me to increase my efforts. Your gasps are now whimpers and moans of ecstasy as you get lost in the feeling. At this pace, I know I'm not going to last much longer. I tell you that I'm getting ready to cum. You moan loudly and squeeze your legs and arms around me, letting me know exactly how you feel about that. All of the building pressure finally hits the breaking point. My body begins to stiffen and my strokes become short and irregular. My breathing becomes hoarse and raspy. "Don’t stop, don’t stop. Cum in me!" Suddenly I cry out as the force of my orgasm releases itself. With each spasm, I grunt and my hips involuntarily mash against your clitoris. My arms can no longer support my weight and a collapse onto you. "Ohgodohgodohgod," you repeat incoherently. I bite down on your neck and it sends you over the edge yourself. You clench your jaw and a flush spreads across you r neck and chest. The rest of your muscles tighten up and spasms as your legs threaten to squeeze me in half. A sweat springs up all over your body as you join me in release. Just as I'm starting to worry if you'll pass out, you take a deep, shuddering breath and start panting as if you just ran a marathon. Both of us gulp in ragged breaths as our bodies collapse limply. I begin to withdraw from you but you shake your head no and emphasize your point by readjusting your legs still hooked behind my back. We simply lay there, and I gently brush the hair away from your face. I soften to the point were my cock falls out of your pussy and only then do you release me. I reach for the corner of the bed sheets and pull them free. You move just enough to where I can pull them out from under, then over us. You roll over on to your side and I spoon up tightly behind you, draping one arm over you. I take a hold of one of your hands and lace our fingers together and place the entwined pair directly over your heart. I place one final kiss on the back of your neck. "That was simply amazing." You whisper. "Yes, you were," I respond. You sigh happily and snuggle back against me. Together, we drift off into sleep. For My Lady Ch. 02 This is the second part of a proposed three. Please read the first part since it sets the stage for this part. Thank you. And thanks again to my inspiration. This wouldn't exist without you. -hg I wake up the next morning, lying on my left side, to a feeling I haven't had in a long while. The feeling of a warm, soft woman nestled in my arms in front of me. I sigh and readjust my body to pull you in closer. Your hair still smells sweet and flowery, even after our exertion last night and the fact that we fell asleep a big sweaty pile. I place a small kiss right where your neck transitions to your shoulder. You moan slightly, still dreaming, and push yourself back against. I push myself up onto my left elbow, resting my right hand on your hip, and lightly brush your hair away so that I can get a better look at your face. Small chin, fine cheek bones, almond, shaped eyes; no marks or blemishes mar your pristine face. You lips are parted slightly as you sleep oblivious to my observations. They are a nice, natural pink and very smooth. No wonder they were so damned kissable. Damn, even your ears are sexy. I trace my finger around the edge of it and it makes you squirm slightly in your sleep. You roll your head over slightly and your eyes open ever so slightly. As you see me, a sleepy smile spreads across your lips and you give a little purr at my touches. Your lids flutter closed again and you grab my hand off of your hip and cradle it to your heart, just like you did last night. The intimacy of the moment is sublime. Your last shift caused my cock to slip in between your ass cheeks. The proximity to your pussy causes it to stir into life again. My stiffness pressing against you causes you to stir again. A small moan escapes as you begin to grind your hips gently. You move my hand from your heart and press it over your breast, giving it a squeeze to let me know what you want me to do and I comply willingly. I alternate between stroking my palm lightly over your entire breast and gingerly pinching and rolling your hardening nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Your increased breathing tells me that you approve. By now, my penis is rock hard and lodged firmly in the crack of your ass. I stop playing with your breast long enough to adjust myself. I reach down and lift your leg slightly so I can slip myself in between them and against your pussy then push your leg back down to trap me in place. You sleepily murmur that this is a nice way to wake up. ”You haven’t seen anything yet,” I whisper, then emphasize that with a nip on your ear and a grind of my hips. ”Hmmm, even better…” I smile to myself. Sliding my hand over your hip, I move it down between your legs. “Last night, we had it your way. This morning is for me.” I rake my fingernails lightly over your hip and up ribs. It tickles and you squirm just enough for the head of my penis to slip slightly in between your lips. You purr again and tilt your hips back trying to get me further into you but in our current position, it doesn’t happen. The purr becomes a moan of disappointment as you’re denied what you want. I chuckle at your frustration. “Patience,” I whisper. “You’ll get it soon enough. But I’m in the mood to make this last…” Leaving kisses along your neck, back, and shoulder, my hand slides up your side. Caressing the side of your breast. Gliding over your nipple. Across your chest to your other breast. Down your stomach. Brushing all the way down to your pussy. Your breathing slows and your body relaxes. “That’s right, just enjoy this. I promise it’ll be worth it.” You nod your head slightly in acknowledgement. I rub the palm of my hand just above your mound, teasing you mercilessly. You reach down and try to push my hand further down. "Behave," I warn you and shake your hand off. "If you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'll have to do something about it." Ignoring me, you start to rub your clit yourself. I pull your hand away. "This is your last warning. This is about *me* pleasuring *you* right now. You'll only make it worse for you if you keep this up." As I'm talking, I keep rubbing my hand over your pubic bone but pull my hips away slightly causing my cock to slip from between your lips. You whimper in disappointment and I feel that you've gotten the message. Pushing forward again, the tip of my shaft pushes into your opening for just a moment and your breath catches. But I rotate my hips a bit and I settle back into your groove again. The breath you were holding escapes in a shuddering sigh. Your hips begin to move, mirroring the movements I'm making. "That's right, that's good. Work with me." *Now* I lower my hand to your attention-starved button and slowly work my middle finger in circles around it. The mewling sounds you start to make allow me to gauge your level of arousal. When you’re grinding starts to become jerky from the building tension, I grab your right leg just behind the knee and pull it up and back against your side. "Are you ready for more?" I ask. "Yes, please." you gasp, a small shudder of anticipation racing through you quickly. I grab the base of my cock and adjust my hips so that the tip is once again poised to slide into you. You take a couple of ragged gulps of air then I start to press. The end slips in and I pause. "Don't tease!" you implore. I smile and slowly ease the rest of the way in. I pause again once I'm fully buried deep inside you so that both of us can drink in the feeling of me filling you up. "Ahhhhhh..." you sigh. Wanting more, you begin to rock you hips. Laying behind and holding your leg back the way I am allows me to put my hand down on your pubic bone and press you against me, stopping your movements. "Take your time, let me do all of the work. If you have to do something, play with your nipples." As I begin to rock slowly in and out of you, your hands reach to cup your breasts and follow my suggestion. You pinch the little buds, pulling and rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Your head tilts back, eyes closed and lips parted at the feeling, and I smile. We keep at this for a few moments until you start to get impatient again. "Oh God, please rub my clit... please... please..." you beg. "Shhh," I whisper in your ear. "Just relax and let it build slowly." "Ahhhh... please do it... I need it..." "Trust me." With a frustrated moan, you reach down and begin to furiously stroke your clit. I grab your wrist and pull out of you. "Noooooo!" you cry. "I warned you. I told you to do this my way but you wouldn't listen. Now you have to pay the price." I get out of bed and make my way over to my garment bag. I unzip it enough to where I can grab one of my ties and pull it out. Getting back in bed, I straddle your torso and tell you to give me your hands. You look at me with a hint of fear in your eyes. "Trust me. I won't do anything to hurt you. I promise. Otherwise, we can stop if you don't." The sincerity in my voice and eyes war with the uncertainty in your head. Finally desire wins and you hold your hands up to me. I take your hands and place them with your wrists together. I wind the tie around them a few times then thread the ends between the wraps and your wrists before tying the ends. Next, I take the cover sheet off of the bed and slide it between your restrained arms. Lifting your arms above your head, I loop the sheet around the headboard of the bed and knot the ends together. None of the bindings are that tight and you can easily free yourself with a little effort if you desire. I grab your hips and move them down the bed, stretching you out prone. "Now, since you couldn't play nice, you now have no choice. Just for that, I'm going to drive you absolutely crazy before I finish making love to you." I position myself between your legs and gently nudge them open. I then lean down and, taking my time like earlier, begin to eat you out. Holding your legs open, I start by leaving light little kisses on your lips. You gasp and tense up, thinking I'm going for the kill right away. I chuckle and move my attention away from your pussy and to your left thigh, kissing my way around and down. I get to your knee and sit up. Lifting it up, I look into your eyes as I kiss and lick the underside of your leg and the back of your knee. You moan and writhe again. Now making my way down the rest of your leg, I get to your foot. I place a kiss directly on the top of the bridge and knead the sole in my hands. I lower you left foot, pick up the right one, and reverse the process, making my way back up to your pussy. When I get there, I can smell just how horny you are. Your scent fills my nose and I can see your juices glistening as they flow from your by now dripping pussy. I push your legs a bit further apart and move in closer. I inhale deeply, relishing in the effect that I’m having on you. I reach out with the tip of my tongue and touch it against your flesh. Your back arches and your hips buck trying to get me to delve further into you. Spreading your lips open with my hands, I jab my tongue directly at your clit. You grunt and tremble as a result. “Ahhh-uhhhhnnn...” I go back to gently probing and licking your pussy. God, I love to go down on a woman. I love savoring the scent and taste. The slick feel of her juices on my tongue and face. The softness of her pink flesh. The way that I can feel every twitch and tremor of her body. The way I can make her dance and writhe with just my tongue. How her thighs grip my head as her orgasm races through her. Completely at the mercy of something as simple as my tongue. I take my time with you. Making little swirls and loops in your inner folds, lapping up every drop of you. Dipping into your entrance, I draw out even more. I flatten my tongue and make full-length strokes from bottom to top pressing against your clit each time I reach it. Then I go back to making flicks and jabs before I suck directly on it, each time making you cry out. Whenever I feel like you’re getting too excited, I take you up just a bit more before I bring you back down. A sheen of sweat is now covering your body from head to toe. “Please….please! No more… Make me cum. I can’t…take it any…more. PLEASE! Make me cum make me cum make me cum…” you trail off incoherently. I decide you’ve learned your lesson and give you what you want. I take the forefinger of my right hand and get it wet in my mouth. Placing it against your pussy, it slides right in. After a few strokes, I add a second. I wrap my lips around your over-stimulated clit and begin to suck directly on it. I squeeze it with my lips and flick the tip of my tongue across it. You can’t take it any more and scream as your orgasm powers through you. Your body goes rigid and starts to spasm. Your mouth works but no sound comes out. I release the pressure and you collapse limply finally able to get a breath, only for me to start sucking again. Another orgasm pulses through you. Then another. I have you on a plateau where even the slightest stimulation sets off another cum and I’m not letting you down. You try to pull away from me but I hook my hands under and around your hips to hold you in place. It’s only when you can’t do anything more than tremble and make weak sounds that I finally give you relief. I sit up between your legs and push your knees to your chest. I kneel between them with my knees on either side of your ass. Pushing down on my cock, I take aim and ease into your pussy without resistance. Your head lolls back and a strangled cry escapes your throat. Instead of lying down in the standard missionary position, I stay sitting up. The pressure inside you is intense as I hit that sensitive spot deep inside of you and the end of each stroke. It also gives me free access to your clit. I press my thumb directly on it and rub as I grind in and out. Your so far gone, you can’t even struggle against your bonds any more so I decide to untie you. Your arms and hands come free and you pull me down to you. Grabbing my head, you plant a weary kiss on my lips, tasting yourself, but even that takes too much energy to maintain. I slip my arms down and hook my elbows behind your knees. This rotates your hips upwards and changes the angle of my thrusts allowing me to go deeper. When you manage to mumble that you want even more, I shrug your legs up onto my shoulders. You finally find your voice and cry out again as I practically bottom out inside you. Now it’s my turn to grunt as the pressure on my cock begins to build. I have to fight on each stroke to keep from exploding inside you and it’s rapidly becoming a losing battle. I can feel my load building up in my balls as they tighten up against my body. My thrusts become increasingly irregular until I can’t take it anymore and explode after one last plunge. I pull your hips tightly against mine as I fire off shot after shot of cum deep inside you. I roar as my body convulses and my cock throbs against your walls. This sets off one final wave of pleasure in you too in response. We finally collapse against each other completely spent. I’m the first to recover. I brush the sweaty strands of hair from your face and smile. You breathlessly smile back. “How would you like a nice hot bath to recover?” Your eyes drift close and the smile spreads. I stand up weakly and make my way to the bathroom. I turn on the water nice and hot and put the plug in the tub. I come back out to the bed and you’re curled up on your side looking at me, an expression of contentment on your face. I reach down and scoop you from the bed and carry your exhausted body to the waiting bath and lower you into the relaxing water. I take a washcloth and bar of soap and work up a nice lather. Starting with your neck, I begin to wash and massage you lovingly. I make my way down your shoulders and back. I work some of the feeling back into them lost from being restrained. I work down your arms caressing and kneading as I go. I run it lightly over your chest and breasts, trying not to overtly stimulate them then I move onto your legs. Next, I wet your hair as you soak, allowing the heat of the water to seep into your body and ease your muscles. I reach over and get my shampoo and put some in my hand. “Sorry it’s not what you normally use,” I apologize.” “Don’t worry about it,” you reply. I rub my hands together and then begin to work the shampoo into your scalp. I use my finger nails to lightly scratch and fingertips to knead. Just about the time I have the soap worked throughout your hair, you start to doze slightly. “Before you fall completely asleep let’s get you out of the tuba and back into bed.” I rinse the shampoo from your hair and stand you up. I take one of the towels and begin to dry your body from top to bottom and wrap it around you. Taking a second towel, I use it to dry your hair. I then lead you back to the bed and gently lay you down. After I cover you up, I tell you, “I have to go back to the show. Stay as long as you want to. If you’re hungry after you wake up, order something and charge it to the room. It’s on the company expense account so go crazy. I’ll talk to you later and hopefully see you, too.” With that, I place a kiss on your forehead just as your eyelids close for the last time. I head off to the shower to get myself cleaned up. I get done and dig out clothes from my garment bag and get dressed. On my way out the door, I pause by the bed and give one final look before I step out and head off to the Expo… For My Lady Ch. 03 This is the last chapter is a group of stories I wrote for a special person. Please read the first two if you haven't already as they help to make a complete picture. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did writing them and she did reading them. Thanks -hg * * * * * As I'm getting ready to leave the Expo for the day, I call back to my hotel to check to see if you left. The desk clerk I paid $50.00 tells me that you left for a few hours but came back and that you're there right now. "Great." I tell him. "I'll give you another $50.00 when I get back." Driving back to the hotel, I see a Bath and Body Works store and I get an idea. A smile spreads across my lips. I pull up and go inside to make a few purchases. The girl behind the counter gives me a knowing smile and I chuckle. The elevator ride up to my floor seems to take forever. The bell dings and the car slows its ascent. I can't wait for the doors open so I wedge myself through as soon as they've opened far enough. The older couple waiting outside the elevator almost gets knocked over in my haste. I apologize to them and head for my, our, room. Sliding the keycard into the slot, I ease the door open and close it quietly behind me. I walk into the main part of the room and I find you sitting in one of the chairs, back to me. I can see your attention is focused on something in your hands and I can hear the music of a videogame coming from the Gameboy you're playing. A smirk raises one corner of my mouth. That must have been one of the things you went to go get, because you sure didn't bring it with you. I place the shopping bag on the stand next to the bed and walk up behind you. Stepping closer, I can see that you're wearing one of the dress shirts out of my garment bag. God, was that a coincidence, or did you know that is one of my biggest turn-ons? My cock begins to stir in my pants at the thought. I come up behind where you are seated and place my hands at the base of your neck and run my fingers up through your hair. The tips of my fingers tangle into your hair and massage your scalp. I lean forward and inhale, the scent of your shampoo filling my nostrils, something else you must have picked up on your trip out. I take your hair and twist it into a single pony tale and loop it over your left shoulder, exposing the bare skin of your neck to my lips. You sigh and tilt your head forward as I start to place kisses at the base of your hair line and down your neck. "I'm glad that you're still here," I whisper. "I have something special for you, since this will be our last night together. Turn that off when you get a chance and come to bed when you're done." I turn your head so that I can place a kiss on your lips and give you a deep one. One of your hands comes up and rests on my cheek. The force of the kiss leaves you slightly breathless. I smile again and leave to go prepare. I grab one of the larger towels and a hand towel out of the bathroom and go back to the bed. I pull the comforter and sheet back and all the way down to the foot of the bed and spread the towel out in the middle of the mattress. Reaching into the shopping bag, I pull out the items I purchased, lay them on the stand, and cover them with the smaller towel. I head into the kitchenette put some ice in the bucket from the bar and put a couple of bottles of water in it. When I get back to the bed, I see you standing there, reaching to peek at what's on the nightstand. I clear my throat, and you startle. You turn around to look at me with a guilty look on your face and hold your hands behind your back like a kid caught in the cookie jar. This gives me a chance to get a good look at you. Your black hair frames the Japanese features of your face. My white, button-down shirt almost looks like an oversized nightshirt. It's only buttoned enough so that it doesn't fall off your trim body. The open buttons at the top show off your cleavage to wonderful effect and the tails end between your waist and knees hiding your pussy and ass from my eyes. The cuffs are undone and rolled up slightly. God damn, the overall look is sultry as all Hell. My cock practically snaps to attention like a recruit in Basic Training. At this rate, I'm either going to come in my pants right here or end up doing her before I can follow through with what I have planned. I swallow the lump in my throat and tell you to take off the shirt and lay face down on the towel. You must have noticed my earlier reaction, because you give me a slight, mischievous smile as you slowly begin to unfasten the few buttons holding the shirt on. "I hope you don't mind," you ask. "I didn't feel like getting all dressed up so I borrowed one of your shirts." The whole time, you're eyes are locked on mine. I try to recover and fail. "N-no. It's fine." You undo the last one and reach up to the collar and start to slide my shirt off of your shoulders. You turn your back to me just before exposing your breasts, knowing that you're teasing me and enjoying it immensely. My shirt comes off of your shoulders and slips partway down your back. The bare skin is smooth and flawless; I can't wait to run my hands across your body. You look at me over your shoulder and drop my shirt to the floor. My eyes hungrily devour your firm and toned ass and legs. Damn, can you possibly get any sexier? You climb onto the bed and lay your head on your crossed arms. "No peeking," I tell you and you smile again as you turn your head the other direction. I place the ice bucket on the stand before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. Reaching for the hand towel on the bed stand to flip it up out of the way reveals a small bottle of body lotion. Opening the little flip-cap, I take a quick smell of it and smile. The Warm Vanilla Sugar scent is both heady and intoxicating. Warning you that it might be a little cold, I turn the bottle over and squeeze out a thin trail of it across and down your back. You hiss as the cool lotion meets your skin. I start to rub the lotion into your back using broad strokes to spread it evenly. Once that's done, I start to knead and massage your muscles beginning with the palms of my hands then pinpointing areas with my fingertips. When I move down to your sides, I brush sides of your breasts as I glide my hands along your ribs. Pressure and circular movements unknot the worst offenders until you're about as relaxed as you can be. The moans and sighs coming from you would be purrs if you were a cat. Working up your back, I reach your neck and slide my fingers up and down it. You straighten your head so that I have free access to both sides. I grip and rub my way down the length of your shoulders and begin to move down your arms. I pull gently on one arm. You lift your head and allow me to straighten it out, then lay back down facing me so that you can watch. I move up next to and lay your arm across my lap. Starting at your shoulder, I slide my hands up and down your arm, using both hands to encircle your limb. I begin to turn my hands a bit as I move them causing the edges of my hands to stretch and pull the muscles and work more circulation into them. Your eyes flutter closed as you get lost in the sensualness of the massage. I get up and move to the other side of the bed to repeat the process for your other arm. I pick the bottle up and add a bit more lotion to my hands and start working on your legs in the same manner. My thumbs push deep into the muscles and you groan again. As I work the insides of your legs, you spread them ever so slightly as I move up them closer to your pussy. I can see the glistening of your juices already. I move back down to your knees and start working my way lower. When I get to your ankles, I bend your leg up so that I can wrap my hands around and dig my fingertips into your sleek calves. I start to rub your feet, using my thumbs on your soles, causing you to moan again. Your skin tingles all over from my hands, every nerve alive. I allow you to bask for a minute then ask you to roll over. You comply wearily. The vanilla scent of the lotion fills the room and makes my head spin a little. I have to fight myself to keep me from taking you right *fucking* now, but I'm still not done. More lotion and I start at your feet and work my way back up. When I get to your quadriceps, you open your legs again as I work the insides of your thighs again. I can sense that you want me to slide my fingers over and into you, to work your clit, to make you orgasm. But that's just going to have to wait. I brush the very edge of my hands across your labia, enough to be coincidental and enough to let you know I got your signal. Your hips buck up on their own and you let out a little whimper. Moving further up, I work the lotion into your abs and through your trimmed pubic hair (you live in a bikini-mandatory State, after all). I allow my fingers to stray as close to your slit as I can without actually going into it. "Tease," you murmur. "Damn right," I fire back. I move back up your stomach and glide my slippery hands over your firm belly. As I go further up, I brush across the undersides of your breasts. Your back arches trying to push them into my hands. I grin and move my hands to your sides and caress up to the front of your shoulders and upper chest. The only parts left untouched at this point are your breasts and you pussy. I stop for a second to reach over and grab a bottle of water. I take a swallow and the feel of the cold water in my throat gives me a deliciously wicked idea. A final application of lotion and I pick up where I left off at your upper chest. After a few preliminary strokes, I make my way to your sensitive nipples. "Oh God, oh yes!" you gasp. Your eyes close again and your head tilts back as I slide my palms over them. When you're distracted, I reach over to the ice bucket and grab a half-melted cube out of it. I hold it over your nipple and let a drop fall. The sudden shock of the freezing water on your sensitive bud causes you to gasp and start to sit up. I hold you down with one hand as I aim another drop onto your rock hard nipple. The shock has worn off and has switched to pleasure as electric jolts race from there to your clit. As you start to enjoy it, I take what's left of the ice cube and touch it to your other nipple. Again you gasp and shudder, but this time you don't try to fight me. I trace around your areola and watch as the cold makes it shrink and pucker, causing your nipple to harden into a little pebble. Next, I lean down and begin to suckle on your tit. You melt at the heat of my mouth and tongue on you and reach up to press my head against you. With my mouth locked onto you breast, I reach down and cup your pussy with my hand. You grind your mound against my hand trying to get me to slip into you. I begin kissing my way down your belly. When I reach your navel, I dip my tongue into it and your muscles contract in anticipation. You hear me reaching for another ice cube and you start to try to pull away, guessing what I'm going to do with it. "Shhh, it's ok. I'm not going to do what you think. Promise." "Ok," you whimper, not entirely trusting. I slip the ice cube into my mouth and let it melt for a moment. I start kissing your body again. I arrive at your pussy and you quiver. With the ice cube on one side of my mouth, I snake my tongue out and touch it to your clit. The conflicting sensations of hot and cold are completely new and overpowering. The heat of my mouth and the cool of the ice heighten the stimulation on your button. You come fast and hard. Your hands clutch the back of my head and you cry out as your orgasm washes through you. After you've come down, I kiss you deeply and you return it with fervor. You start to paw at me, rushing to get my clothes off so that I can take you. You're in such a hurry that your fingers fumble against one another. I reach up and take a hold of your hands and place them on the bed above your head. Standing up, I look at you stretched out like that. So sexy... Pulling my shirt off, I start to open my pants and slide them to the floor. My cock is as hard as it's ever been and tenting the front of my boxers. I slide my shorts down and it springs free, sticking almost straight out. I lower myself to the bed and lay next to you. I lean over and kiss you again and let my hands explore your body. Finally, you reach down and grasp a hold of my shaft and begin to start stoking me, urging me to enter you. "Please, make love to me, fuck me, do anything. Just let me feel you in me." I push myself up and move between your legs. Your legs part for me as I settle in between them. Taking my dick in hand, I slide it up and down your pussy, getting it wet and slick with your juices. You whimper and moan with each pass and hunch your hips trying to trap me in you. I readjust my aim lower and the head catches in your opening. You gasp and start to pant. Pushing up on my knees and toes, I press myself into your steamy cunt. God, I want this as much as you do. The smell of the lotion combined with the scent of your excitement is driving me wild. Almost as soon as I'm buried to the root, I start to grind in and out of you, wasting no time with warm-ups. We both start moaning and gasping as I drive in and out. You pull my head down and crush our lips together in a fierce kiss, tongues wrestling and entwining. I begin to pump into you forcefully and it causes you to cry out and bite your lip. I bury my face in your neck and bite and kiss along it up to your ear. I nibble and tug on your earlobe gently with my teeth. Your hands fly to my back and begin to scratch up and down. I stop long enough to sit up and grab your ankles. I hold them together and push your legs back against your chest. This rolls your hips up and back to the right angle where I can hit the super-sensitive spot inside of you and stroke your clitoris with my other hand on each thrust. Moving again, I push as far into you as I can go. The head of my cock brushes against its goal and I tease your clit with my thumb. "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod," you repeat over and over. Your hands are tweaking and pulling on your nipples, trying to add to you stimulation. "I'm coming!" you manage to cry out before your body goes rigid. I feel the muscles deep in your pussy lock down on my cock as you start to come. I stop as you squeeze down on me but you want none of that. "Don't stop! Don't' you dare stop!" you command. I start moving again and you moan once more. You grab fistfuls of sheets and your head thrashes back and forth. Your hips buck hard and wild beneath me, almost throwing me off of you; if your legs hadn't been locked around my waist I would have been. I feel my own come wanting release. A sweat covers my body from the strain of trying to make this last. I want to enjoy this longer but it's no use. I begin to roar and with a final thrust I erupt in you. Pressing my hips to you, I fire rope after rope of cum into your waiting pussy. I gasp, out of breath from the exertion. Both of our orgasms subside at last. Both of us are limp and exhausted. I slip form you and lay next to your side. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tight. You're already starting to fall asleep. I sit up and grab the sheets for the bed and pull them over us. As I cradle you to me, I kiss your temple and fall asleep next to you. Waking up the next morning, we both know that we will probably never have the opportunity to repeat this magical weekend. We stand together just inside the door to the room and I turn your head up for one last kiss. I cup your face in my hand and we look into each others eyes. "I love you," I whisper. You smile a sad smile and a tear slides down your cheek. "I love you, too." We hug for what will probably be the last time ever. It seems to last forever and yet not nearly long enough. We finally step a way from each other and I open the door. We walk hand in hand to the elevator and ride down to the lobby. You wait for me as I check out and we leave the lobby together. When we reach the parking garage, we know that this is where we have to part. I reach for your hand one last time. I lift it up and touch my lips to the back of your hand. "This weekend was absolutely incredible. I would never trade it for anything. I will always remember this." You tear up again and I brush them away with my thumbs. One last hug and we turn to walk to our cars and our separate ways. ***** It's the week after the Expo and I'm at home after a long day at work. I turn on my computer and start up AIM. After it starts, your name comes up first on my list. I double-click on your name. "Hello, My Lady, my love..."