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Meeting #01

By: DarilleSLTG



It didn't start in Vegas, but those two nights were stellar. I had flown in around ten-thirty that morning. I'd gotten this trip as a gift at Christmas and well, mid-February in the Northeast can get pretty ugly. I checked into my hotel, settled my stuff in the room and went exploring. Through the afternoon, I wandered the shops, the attractions, and the buffets, people-watching at its best. When I noticed the type of people changing, from the families to the more wild and crazy evening crowd, I returned to my room. 

All alone in Vegas, I thought to myself, gazing vaguely out the window, seeing the insane coaster whip around the building, feeling a little queasy watching it. I don't know what brought him to mind. I felt myself get warm, get wet, remembering our last meeting, and then firmly pushed him out of my mind. Wishful thinking wasn't going to win me anything in the casino until I got there. I showered, dressed, fiddled with eye make-up, fiddled with my hair, glared at my reflection, knowing if I fiddled anymore I'd be looking like a clown. 

The casino was hopping when I strolled in. Bells clanging, lights flashing, one-armed bandits clickety clicking. Dealers, looking both suave and kinda bored, flipped cards with precision and flair. After collecting a drink from the bar, I wandered over to a blackjack table. The dealer was young, cute in a Brad Pitt fashion, and he was smiling with his players, making their experience memorable. So I joined in. A few hands increased my meager pile of chips considerably, but I had more fun than anything. The other players at my table ranged from a newlywed couple to an aging granny who sipped her gin and tonics with a shake straw. 

I think there was more cross table conversations than card playing sometimes. We'd commiserate when one lost; celebrate loudly when one won big. They were cheering for me at the moment, as I was on a streak of blackjacks. Four in a row, five. Loud, wild cheers drew more people to watch. Lucky number seven, I doubled my bet, drew another blackjack, raked in my chips. I looked across the table as the newlyweds bid us good night, tossed them a hundred dollar chip, saw him take their seat, saw him see me. 

Our dealer, Seamus, dealt out another round. My first card down, an ace showing, I peeked, flipped over the queen. Eight in a row. I grinned at Seamus, "Y'know, if I keep going with this streak management's going to come over and take me to a quiet little room and start asking me questions."

"I don't think you'll have anything to worry about, Miss Dari. If they were concerned, they'd already be here." He grinned back. I saw him, across the table; smilingly order a drink, collect his chips, saw his eyes travel down my throat, linger on my bust, saw him lick his lips. I shivered watching. Seamus dealt again. My streak was broken, but I still held a twenty. Seamus was stuck at nineteen. Another win, another stack of chips. The gin and tonic granny touched my arm before I bet, then whispered in my ear, "Run this table child, take every last dime you can. And most of all get a hold of that big cowboy across the table. He's a prize if I ever saw one."

"I'll do my best Stella. Enjoy the rest of your vacation and have a fantastic time with your greats tomorrow." I answered, giving her a hug good-bye. My hand this round was like pulling teeth to get to twenty, which still topped Seamus's eighteen. Two rounds more and I felt a presence at my right shoulder. I glanced over to see an impeccably dressed man, mid-forties, salt and pepper hair, deep brown eyes and a Hollywood smile. I flipped over another blackjack waiting for him to speak. Thinking it must be management, I collected my chips to sit out this round.

"Good evening, miss. You seem to be pretty lucky tonight." He began, motioning to a passing waitress for more drinks.

"Seems like it, but I'm thinking I might quit while I'm ahead. Maybe catch a show."

"I apologize, I'm John Bartley, senior vice president for this hotel casino and I'd like to offer you the hotel's priority upgrade. Which is having your room comped, your meals..."

"You can comp her room, as she'll be with me. Give her a discount in the jewelers." I heard him say from behind me. John Bartley nodded, going on with a spiel I didn't even hear. He was right behind me. I could feel his body heat near my back, felt my hair brush against his shirt when I turned my head. 

I think I remembered to thank John for the hotel's generosity. I felt his hand slide up my back, letting his fingers trail over my bare shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I turned, looked up to his face, saw his warm brown eyes, deep with wanting, saw his mouth smile, barely caught the twinkle in his eyes as he took my hand, leading me away from the table. "How much are you up?"

"Oh, about eighty-five hundred."

"Nicely done. Dance with me." He said, pulling me close to spin with me. My body was thrumming being held against his. I couldn't help myself and threw my arms around his shoulders, pressing myself tighter against him, feeling his arousal against my belly, feeling like someone left the cage door open and my animal self was slithering out. 

Someone passed us, mumbled "go get a room" as we danced toward the lobby and the cashiers. My skin felt branded everywhere his huge hands slid. Anticipation, excitement, flowed through me as he dipped me in front of the cashier window. The girls behind the counters clapped enthusiastically when he brought me to my feet. I handed over my piles of chips, which they turned into cash, which I stuffed in my purse without bothering to count it, and he whirled me away again. 

"This is only an excuse to get my hands on you, you know." He whisper growled in my ear, holding me tightly in front of the elevators. 

"I know. And they're sky-blue." I watched his eyes go fuzzy, knowing he was picturing me in the sky-blue Perla set he'd bought and sent to me, along with almost every other color imaginable. 

The elevator doors opened behind us, we moved aside to let the elderly couple alight from the box, and took their place inside. Once the doors closed I knew he'd be all over me and I'd be all over him. The doors slid shut, he pulled me hard against him as his mouth took mine, devouring me, nipping, biting. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks as he ground his hard on into me. I wrapped one leg around his waist, grinding just as hard against him.

I had a fistful of his hair in one hand, and a fistful of shirt in the other, trying my damnedest to climb into him as he pressed me against the wall. 

"I can't wait to get you naked." His whiskey soaked voice groaned, dragging his teeth along my throat, nipping my earlobe, sucking it. His hands squeezed, kneaded massaged my breasts as I humped against him.

"I can't wait for you to get me naked. I can't wait for you to fill me up, to slide deep inside me." I purred in his ear as his fingers slid under my miniskirt, under my panties, inside my wetness, pumping into me, making me gasp as the orgasm ripped through me, bucking hard on his hips. He swallowed my groans as the elevator came to a stop. We didn't move when the door opened.

"Y'think the next people who ride this car will catch this scent?" He said, raising his fingers to his nose, breathing deep. "Y'think it'll make them horny? Think they'll get laid tonight?" He sucked them clean, grinned. Twinkle in his eyes, mischievous teen boy grin, and huge man-sized hard-on still throbbing against my thigh. Gently, he picked me up, cradled me, and carried me into his penthouse suite. "When I saw this suite all that went through my head was how I wanted to make love with you in the bed, in the Jacuzzi. How I wanted to fuck you hard against this bar, fuck you hard on the window seat in the master bedroom."

"When did you get here?" 

"Just after six." He paused, gazing down at me. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?" He sat on the couch, cradling me on his lap.

"I don't know." I answered, nuzzling at his throat. Nibbling, licking at him, tasting him, and inhaling him with every breath. Sliding my fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, feeling that zing at realizing how broad they are, at how much bigger he is than me, at how he makes me feel so feminine. His hand slid up my thigh, softly pressing my legs apart, feathering touches along my slick slit, spreading my come up and around my clit. Our mouths met, a mingling of tongues, a sudden swallowing of my moan as he rubbed hard, making me writhe and squirm. "I want you inside me."

"Not yet. I haven't even gotten you naked yet."

"Then get me naked." I groaned as his finger slid inside me, again as he added another finger.

"You know it's going to be a long night, don't you?" He grinned when I looked at him. I reached for his top button, undoing it, following down the line, spreading his shirt open, running my greedy hands over his chest, through his light fur. "Your eyes are so green, so fierce, like you know now that when you finally surrender to me, it'll be everything and so much more." He growled between kisses, between meltings. 

I pulled and tugged at his shirt until I could drop it, until my hands could roam over him, freely, greedily. Massaging him at his shoulder while his hand slid slowly along my spine, gripping his forearm as I rode another slow orgasm on his fingers. I crawled weakly astride his lap, snuggled my head in his shoulder, feeling my juices trickling down my thigh. His hands rested on my ass, gently rubbing, lightly kneading. Resting for the moment against him, still reveling in the aftergasms, afterquakes of incredible orgasms, I breathed him in. His musky, sandalwood-y mixed with honky-tonk and knew I was lost. Knew I'd give anything for these moments. 

I sat up to look at him, feeling my head and my heart reel at the look of love on his face, watching it be hidden, deeply hidden, buried. I couldn't tear my eyes from his. His hands slid over my hips, up my ribcage to cup and knead my breasts. I saw his eyes darken as I moved over him, rubbing his chest with mine, worming myself on his rock hard bulge. His fur sensitized my nipples, hardening them into pebbles that his fingers teased even harder. 

I reached a hand between us, flipping open his button, tugging at his zipper. He ground up against me, trapping my hand between my own wetness and his still silken clad cock. I could feel his veins on my palm as he slid on it. He grabbed me tightly, fastening his mouth to my nipple, my back arched, my wetness got wetter, my fingers slid the silk away so I could feel him, feel his heat sliding along my slit. One hand held my ass from moving, from letting me slide onto his cock, his other kneaded and flicked at one nipple while he nipped and sucked at the other. 

I was flying with power, knowing this man, this incredibly powerful man, was mine to take, to possess, and to satisfy completely, as I knew he'd satisfy me. I heard my own mewlings as he tormented me, as he drove me up again, as he built up our passion again. He shifted us over, so he was above me, leading us along, sliding the very tip of his cock up and down the slit of my hole, spreading my juices, electrifying my clit. 

"You're still not naked, yet." He pulled back, letting the room temp air cool my naked chest. I watched as he slid down my body, as he lifted my legs to his shoulders, as he buried his face between my thighs. I know I went blind. As soon as his lips touched me, sucked at my clit I went blind. I writhed as he slowly nibbled and licked at my slit. I bucked madly as he finger fucked me while sucking rhythmically on my clit. I screamed hoarsely as he brought me again to that blissfully violent release. "I like the garters and stockings..." he whispered, rising over me. 

I saw his mouth and chin slick with my come, I kissed him, licking at his chin, tasting myself. I felt him lifting me from the couch, kicking his pants off as he carried me to the bed. He settled me on the lake sized bed, slid his silk skivvies to the floor, climbed on beside me.

"Do you think the laundry guys sniff the sheets before they toss them in?" I asked, slithering over him, down him. His answer was a deep purr, as I let my tongue lap at the tip of his cock. With one hand I cradled his sac, massaged it gently, while the other stroked his length. I rubbed his head over my lips, lapping it, nibbling around the ridge, mouthing it without sucking, letting it fill my mouth, letting my tongue wrap and writhe on his dick-tip. 

I could glance up and see his smile gone now. His face told me how much pleasure I was giving him, how torturously pleasurable my ministrations were. When I finally slid my mouth down his shaft, I felt a shiver of power when he groaned, when he fisted a hand in my long, dark hair, when he cupped my head as I bobbed madly on his cock. "Slow, now..." I heard, barely, savoring that first taste of pre come. I had no choice to slow as he held my head, slowing my mouth, slowing his own pumping. As much as I was thirsting to taste him, I followed his lead, letting him control our pace, knowing I'd get my fill soon enough.

I raised my eyes again to his face, feeling that "more" between us as our eyes locked. He pulled me on top of him, stretching me out full length on him, entwining my legs with his. All the words neither of us could say were right there in our eyes, all the feelings we weren't supposed to have were right there. Only with him could I be like this, only with me could he be like this. 

His fingers were soft and gentle when he caressed my jaw, my throat, traced my lips. I took a fingertip between my lips and sucked softly, watching his eyes cloud over with passion and heat. I could feel the tip of his cock, nestled slickly between my other lips, twitch and jerk. 

"Fill me." I whispered. He groaned, sliding just the head inside, both of us feeling my muscles clamp down on him. A twinkle sparked in his eyes. Slowly, he slid in and out, just the head, really juicing me up. I felt my orgasm building, knew that when he finally did sink fully into me I'd be a quivering ball, coming constantly. A little deeper, then a little deeper. I felt his hips rise, felt him sink in, felt him rub that spot, pushed myself harder against him, growling, snarling as I ground him deep, as I rode him, as he rode me.

"Mmmm, yes, grind.....oh, yes..." I felt every throb, every pulse of his heartbeat shivering through me. I couldn't get him any deeper inside me no matter how I ground myself on him. I could feel him, root deep, buried in me, rubbing that one spot until I was maddened, until I became that quivering ball of orgasms. His hands were everywhere on my body, skimming over my ribs, grabbing tight to my hips, gripping a fistful of my hair. His eyes flashed fiercely as I bit a little too sharply at his throat, they went blind as I rode him wildly. 

I vaguely remember rolling around with him, rolled under him, rolled to be possessed and plundered. He rose above me, his eyes dark and warrior like, ready for battle, as he drove me on, pistoning into me, driving deep with every stroke. My body betrayed me when he plowed me over yet another peak, legs splayed, and arms flopping like a ragdoll. Through the haze of satisfaction, I heard him, felt him shudder his release, felt him collapse on me, and felt his heat envelop me. 

When I woke up, sometime later, I found myself wrapped in his arms, entwined with his legs, snuggled in so completely, I could only sigh happily and drift back off. 

In my dream, his mouth was travelling down my body. His lips kissing, licking, making love to my skin as he moved lower and lower, over my ribs, my stomach, into my mound. He was savoring me like a starving man savors a succulent steak dinner. I know I woke up fully when he slid his cock into me, when I erupted on him. I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me.

"I love waking you with orgasms like that. Your skin is flushed, your eyes still sleepy and filled with dreams of me." He set a slow rhythm, stroking, sliding, raising me in his arms, holding me, and rocking me higher and higher. My arms wound around his neck, hanging on, letting him possess me, letting him take me. "Look at me." I did, and was lost in him, in his desire, his need for me. Everything I felt for him burst through, the primitive need, the lust, the love, flooded through me, overtook me. 

Wild, passionate, furious, vicious battles were waged on the mattress, the floor. The surrender he'd spoken of hours ago was just as he'd predicted, all that and more. I was completely limp and satisfied when he dragged the blankets from the bed and covered us over. 

Daylight was peeking through the closed curtains when my eyes opened again. My view was of the box spring and the tangled sheets dribbling from the mattress. I knew I was grinning. I knew I was foolishly happy. For a half a second, I wished for all of it, him, the dream of us together. As I lay there, cocooned in his arms and the blankets, I thought of the first time I'd laid eyes on him.

Just over six months ago, the restaurant/bar I'd bought in Knoxville was just beginning to turn a profit. People were coming in every night. The food was written up in the papers. The musical acts too. Even my own eccentricities, especially when I'd mess with the dj by synching my ipod to his system and changing the songs. 

My bartenders, wait staff were praised on their professionalism, their exuberance, their attentiveness. I asked them for their best when I hired them, and they gave it. They knew at the outset that I'd always be watching, through the camera system and with my own eyes, as my apartment was on the top floor, with my own balcony over the bar and dance floor.

I'd been hanging out with a few of my girlfriends, dancing and drinking when I did my usual check through from the balcony. Tim, at the bar, was hopping, filling orders with his usual flair. Jeannie, at the other end, was doing the same. Lisa, Michael and Freddie were traipsing through the dancers and drinkers, filling and taking orders. Jinx and Charlie were bringing out food orders. I checked out my customers, most were laughing and talking, having a great night. 

He was at my end of the bar, nursing a long neck, his battered hat resting lightly on his tawny hair, giving his face just enough shadow to remain anonymous in the crowd. He looked up to my balcony, our eyes met. He smiled after a second. I'd felt such a jolt, of recognition, of destiny, of maybe lust, it took me second to smile back. 

I heard the opening lines of Big & Rich's "Save a Cowboy" and knew that John and/or Kenny had just strolled in, thought about getting some Aleve before the music began thudding the walls. I watched as John strolled up to my handsome cowboy, shaking hands as a greeting. My girlfriend Jet sidled up beside me, followed my gaze down to the bar.

"Mmmmm, fine pickin's down at the bar tonight girl." Jet purred, almost drooling over the railing.

"Usually is...if I actually want to go pickin'."

"Like you wouldn't pick that tall drink of water..." Jet grinned, knowing my preferences like she knew her computer manuals.

"I might. You know I don't usually sift through my patrons like a gem hunter."

"No, you let me do that." She grinned. "You're way too "professional" to sample them."

"You don't sample...you ensnare and hold hostage."

"Only until I'm satisfied." I had to laugh with her at that. She was right; she'd keep a male only until they scratched her itch, and then dumped them. "Is that John?" I heard her voice change to her "prowling" one, knowing she'd do her damnedest to lure poor John into her clutches. "Has that one been here with him before?"

"I haven't a clue. I don't think so. Him, I'd remember. I think he's been here a while." I drank him in, like the Washington Apples I'd been sipping all night. Tall, well over six foot, built like a linebacker, shoulders that looked like they could hold up the world, tapered chest, solid, well-muscled in a tight t-shirt that was tucked into form fitting jeans. Form fitting enough that I would've loved to chew on his thighs to find out if they were as solid as they looked. Jet gave me nudge, waking me before I drooled myself.


Meeting



The door to my room opened, and there she was. We had been talking about doing this for what seemed like half of forever, and, now, here she is. Right here in front of me, she stands, a bit ruffled from the trip, but still beautiful. I take her hand, lead her in, gently closing the door behind.

"How was your trip?"

"Long, I hate the airport security anymore, it's such a pain. They picked me for a random search, because you know, I look so much like a terrorist."

A terrorist...definitely not. Long, dark hair, shining eyes, a killer smile, and wonderful curves were standing in front of me. She was just wearing a simple blouse and a pair of jeans, something comfortable for a long day of travel. Even with her sweaty hair messed up by the breeze, she was sexy as hell. The pictures I had seen did not do her the least bit of justice. 

"If I may say so, you look great. I have to say, I have been pacing since I got up here. I was a bit worried that you wouldn't look as good as in your pictures. You don't quite look like your pictures, you look much better."

She smiled wide and said, "So do you, I spent the whole trip wondering the same thing. I was so nervous. I have never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I, but there is something I have done before," I said, letting my voice trail off and smiling. Without another word, I stepped forward, put my arms around her, bag and all, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She wrapped herself on me, and her tongue soon found mine as we pulled in tight to one another. 

Breaking it off a few moments later, she pushed me back, dropping the bag that was still sitting on her shoulder. Stretching, she said, "I'm so stiff, those airplane seats made my back so sore. Do you think you could give me a massage?"

"Of course, though if you don't mind, that top will have to come off." I said, with a not so sly grin and a wink.

"I thought you'd never ask." was the reply with a smile.

She turned away from me, slowly unbuttoning the blouse. With a coy smile, she dropped the shirt to the floor. I saw her bra hooked in the front. She continued to smile at me, shrugged her bra off, held it out and dropped it on top of her shirt. Without another word, she dropped onto the bed rested her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. 

Even I couldn't miss that sort of hint. Kicking my shoes off, I climbed onto the bed. I positioned myself straddling the tops of her legs, and lead forward, placing my hands on her neck. Kneading her aching muscles, I started on her neck, squeezing the tension of the trip away. She sighed as my hands moved to her shoulders. I felt the tightness melt away. Leaning back a bit, I lightly ran my fingertips down the smooth skin of her back. Tracing her spine, I let my hands glide up and back, feeling her shiver at my touch. 

Some time later, she is relaxed, a dreamy smile on her face, and making a sound that almost sounds like purring. I pull off my shirt as quietly as I can, tossing it aside. Leaning down so that she feels my bare skin on hers, I brush aside her hair and kiss the back of her neck. As she tries to roll over, I pin her down, and start kissing down her back, on her shoulders, everywhere that can be reached. As she starts to shudder and squirm, I decide she has been teased enough and ease off, allowing her to roll onto her back.

"That was just what I needed. You always talked about how good you were at that, and you didn't lie."

With that, she pulled my face to hers, her lips on mine, her tongue probing. As strong as her grip was, I didn't have much choice but to kiss her back. I felt a heat come over my body and she released my head and started to rub my back. I took the opportunity to move from her lips and down to her neck. Nudging her head to the side, I planted kissed first on the right, then the left, hearing her start to gently moan. 

My body slides down hers as I move to kiss her shoulders, then down her arms and back up. I kiss the space between her breasts, now holding her arms away, so I can do as I wish to her. I take a nipple in my mouth, tugging it with my lips as my tongue teases the tip. As I pull away, I rake it with my teeth and shift to the other side. I lick circles around the hard nipple, spiraling in, and feeling her try to push it towards my mouth. Taking it in my lips, I suck hard and pull, drawing a loud sigh.

Smiling, I kiss my way down her stomach, quickly at first, then slowing as I approach the top of her pants. I release her hands, and lick a circle around her belly button, my hands unbuttoning her jeans and then sliding them down. Rolling aside, I pull them down and off her legs, watching her kick them out of the way. My lips find their way to her thigh just below the panty line. I can already smell her arousal through the black lace panties. My lips trail down the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her knee. My tongue traces back up, lightly brushing her wet panties. Slowly down, and even slower back up, my lips plant many tiny kisses on the soft skin of her inner thigh. 

I hook the elastic of her panties with my thumbs, and quickly pull them away. Inhaling the intoxicating scent, I lick her waxed outer lips, just parting them, getting my first taste of her wonderful flavor. Her hands run through my hair as my licks go a little deeper each time. When I reach her hot opening, I reach my tongue in as far as I can, licking, tasting, trying to gather every drop. I lick my way upwards again, and come to her clit, first blowing a warm breath on it. As I start to lick circles around the lovely pearl, her moans become louder, and her hands pull me closer. My tongue brushes her clit, and she pushes her hips towards me. I take it in my lips and gently lick the end, her hands and hips squeezing me. As I lightly nip the tip, her hands released my head, She screamed and shook, and I feet a warm wetness on my neck. I quickly lean down, and catch a little bit in my mouth, savoring the taste. When her shakin

"Oh my god, that was amazing," she whispered a while later. "It was the best orgasm I have ever had. No guy has ever made me cum like that."

Smiling, I replied, "I'm glad you enjoyed."

Rolling on top of me, in a sultry voice, she said, "Now it's your turn."

As I smile my agreement, she started kissing my chest. Her lips felt amazing as they wandered over my body, lightly planting kisses as they went. My nipples felt like they were on fire when they found themselves in her path. As she moved down, her hands started to massage me through my pants, making me as hard as I ever got. She quickly undid my belt and pants, pushing them down to my knees. Moving next to my waist, she made my underwear soon join my jeans, and then soon after, pushed them to the floor. 

"Even better than the pictures," she cooed, as she stroked my cock gently. Leaning down, she took the tip in her mouth as she continued to stroke. I couldn't believe the feeling. This was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. She licked up and down with her tongue, stopping to plant and occasional kiss, massaging my balls all the while. I began to moan uncontrollably, and she looked up and smiled. There are no words to describe the sensation as she took my entire length in her mouth. The she started to suck, and that put me over the edge. I exploded, screaming, and she continued to suck, taking it all in. 

She pulled herself next to me, settling in the crook of my arm. I looked down as her and smiled, then held her tight against me. We lay that way for a long time, feeling each other's warmth, enjoying the closeness that had been dreamed about for so long. Nothing was said, nothing had to be said. We had been talking, and talking about meeting for what seemed like ages. That it finally came true was a wonder in itself. That it was this amazing was nothing short of a miracle. 

After a while, the beautiful, naked woman next to me began to have the expected effect. Her gaze fell upon it, and she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. Not one to disappoint, I rolled on top of her, locking lips as I positioned myself. Pausing at her entrance, I pulled away from her kiss and smiled, then slowly, pushed inside. Sliding slowly in, I entered fully, and pushed my hips against her. At the same deliberate pace, I pulled back out, only barely remaining inside. Her hot wetness felt amazing, as I keep moving slowly into and back out of her. Before long, she tried to grab me and pull me in faster and harder, but I resisted, wanting to draw out the tension and experience as long as possible. As a torrent or obsecenities flowed from her mouth, I felt her squeezing me, telling, asking me, begging me to move faster, that she couldn't take it anymore. I smiled, shook my head, and continued the slow strokes, the teasingly slow pace. As her moans turned to screams, I began to feel my own build up. I increased my speed, and before long was pushing into her as hard and as fast as I could. I felt her muscles clench me, and lost it, cumming deep inside her, feeling her orgasm pull every drop from me. Lost for words, I rolled next to her, and pulled her head to my chest. 

"I can't believe we waited this long," she said when she caught her breath.

"Well then, we will just have to make up for lost time..."



Meeting



She was incredibly beautiful and sexy as she walked past me wearing a tight black skirt and form-fitting top. Her body was exceptional and her dark hair framed her magnificent face. Every man noticed her as she entered moved through the crowd. She sat alone and seemed to be waiting for a companion to arrive. She checked her watch and then looked around anxiously, then ordered a drink and waited. 

Sitting at the bar I turned in her direction. Her full, breasts pushed provocatively against the thin fabric of the top making her nipples obvious. Her lips were bright with deep red, glossy lipstick and were as inviting as her body. Her skirt rose high as she crossed her sexy legs. The black fabric was pulled taut over shapely thighs as I admired her nylon-clad legs down to her opened toed black stiletto heels. I could see that she wore thigh-high stockings rather than pantyhose. Her toenails displayed red nail polish. My cock stirred. Her beauty and sexual aura captivated me and I couldn't stop my admiring gaze. As she glanced around the bar, her eyes made contact with mine and then looked away. I wanted to meet her but was content for the moment to simply observe and drink in her beauty. Over the next twenty minutes, other men went to her table but were quickly rebuffed. She had no interest. It was obvious to me that she was waiting for someone. Offers of free drinks were not accepted and sent back. I thought that she possessed a total confidence mixed with a sensual aloofness. I liked what I saw: elegance, sensuality, sophistication and sexuality.

She was on her second martini when her cell phone rang and she quickly brought it to her glossy lips. The exchange was brief but punctuated by her hanging up and taking a long swallow of the clear cocktail. The lady was obviously pissed. I watched her lovely leg begin to pump up and down in an anxious rhythm. She seemed to be lost in her own angry thoughts. 

She ordered another drink and then more openly examined the people in the restaurant. Our eyes met once more and this time I saw more interest as our mutual gaze was held for several seconds. I smiled and tipped my glass to her. She smiled thinly in return. I motioned that I would like to come to her table and she shrugged her shoulders. Up close she was even more stunning; her beauty was devastating and I was immediately aroused.

She wasted no time and her directness was exactly what I expected from her. "Did you come over to buy me a drink, buy me dinner, or something else," she said as I looked at her luscious lips. Her sexy eyes looked straight into mine. "Something else," I replied as I returned her direct gaze. "That's what I thought," she replied 

She surprised me when she said, "I have to go, someone is waiting," and abruptly started to get up from her chair to leave. As she rose I reached out and grabbed her wrist, an led her toward the rear of the restaurant, "No one is waiting for you. Come with me." She allowed me to take her down the stairs to the restroom area. As we approached the door to the ladies room, I turned to face her, pressing her back to the cold wall. I came to her and pressed forward. Our lips met and instantly the heat and passion intensified. My hand grabbed her hair tightly as I pulled her to me. Our mouths devoured each other as our tongues explored and lips crushed together. She pulled herself free and pushed past me to the ladies room. I watched her tight ass disappear behind the closing door. Without any invitation, I smiled to myself and followed her inside. 

The door to the end stall was just closing as I entered. I walked to the end and opened the stall. She had pulled her skirt up over her sexy ass; her thong was pulled to the side exposing her waiting cunt. Her hands were out and braced against the wall as she waited in that position. I was instantly hard as I dropped my pants and shorts and moved toward her. My cock felt the wet lips of her pussy surround the swollen head. I was about to push slowly into her when her ass came back quickly, forcing her pussy over my entire cock as she began to fuck back at me. Her demanding ass was met with my stiff cock as I pounded her cunt with all I had. I could tell she wanted hard sex and that's how I wanted her. She gasped as I slammed into her. I loved the erotic grinding motion of her ass. 

"Fuck me hard," she gasped. We attacked each other and were grunting and moaning like animals. My hands grabbed her hair and pulled it back to give me more leverage to fuck her. Suddenly she began to scream in muffled tones. She erupted in orgasm and her wet pussy moved on my dick with a fierce need. I began cumming in her, feeling her tight muscles grab and milk my cock. Finally, when the pleasure began to subside, she moved forward and my cock sprung free. Cum began to drip out of her into the toilet below. She turned her beautiful face toward me, then squatted down and began to suck my cock. I was still partially hard and very wet. She licked me and then went fully down on me. Her hand held my balls as I held her hair and watched. I fucked her face wildly with my cock remaining hard. 

She kept up this exquisite mouth fuck and then stood up and bent over to brace her hands on the wall. Her ass was pushing toward me and she said, "I need you to fuck me again," she said. Her hand pulled my ready cock to the tender opening and then she pushed back until I was again inside her tight cunt. I slowly pushed deeper and loved the way her ass went back at me. She liked getting fucked and knew exactly how she wanted it. I again started to fuck into her as she told me to do it hard. I didn't need any coaxing and gave her exactly what she wanted.

Her muscles squeezed me with each stroke. She was moaning and humping as I fucked her hard. And then she was cumming again and my cock could feel her spasm in orgasm. With one final hard stroke, I erupted again and filling her with more cum. I held her hips in my hands as her cunt gripped and contracted around my cock. It was some time before I pulled free. I leaned back against the stall door to catch my breath as she stood up and pulled down her skirt.

She turned to me, stroking my cock a bit more, with those red painted fingers. She stood just inches in front of me, smiled and began applying more red lipstick. When she was done she smiled at me, "I better get home to my husband. I enjoyed meeting you."



Meeting



This story is about an affair. So if you don't think you can find anything remotely erotic about the possibility, stop reading now. This was meant for enjoyment. If your not enjoying it, stop reading it. I don't need to hear about how it offends your morality. It is a fantasy, which, last time I checked were still safe.



"Hi, I'm just leaving now, what time will you get in?" 

"Probably around 6 o'clock. I have rental waiting and should be at the hotel by 6:30. What time will you be getting in?" 

"About 4. I am so excited I can't even stand it. I hope I don't crash the car driving like a maniac. But I should go now...call my room as soon as you get in ok?" 

"Ok...I can't wait to see you either. Drive safely." 

"I will." After a long silence Cynthia said "Bye Tyler, see you soon." and hung up. She already had her stuff together. She had said her goodbyes the night before and nobody was home now to say goodbye to. She hopped in her car and headed for coffee and gas at the corner before hitting the highway for what would seem like the longest drive she would ever take. 

Cynthia had been thinking about this trip for about a year now. She was anticipating the meeting and every time she thought about it her body would heat up sending the feeling of fire ants from her core out to the tip of every extremity. Her body wanted him in the worst way and had for a very long time. He had seduced her mind and everything about this man was pulling her toward this meeting. 

Cynthia had made arrangements to attend an annual convention in New York for 4 days. She had also made arrangements with Tyler to meet him there. They'd been communicating online for over a year now and had become very close. This meeting was the wildly anticipated next step in their relationship. Although they were curious about each other it was more than that that they looked forward to. They both needed to touch, feel, smell the person they had been craving and dreaming about for so long. 

Just like clockwork Cynthia arrived at 4 o'clock. She would've been later if she bothered to stop for anything other then one fill-up of gas. After checking in, she went straight to her room. The other girls hadn't arrived yet. So she picked her bed and started to put her stuff away. 

She hopped in the shower. The heat from the rainfall of water was cleansing more than her body. She had felt so tense for the past week, but now it was beginning to ebb. She was relaxing, finally. 

After drying herself off, Cynthia got dressed. Her outfit was typical. She thought about trying to get all dressed up for their first encounter but decided that he should meet her the way she really is. Not all made up and fake. So on went the black pants and black t-shirt, a little bit of makeup and one squirt of perfume. She sat on the edge of the bed waiting, twisting her hair. 

It was 5:50 when Jessica arrived and 6:00 when the other two women she would be sharing her room with arrived. 

"So Cynthia, what are your plans for tonight? We're going to go over to the Marx for dinner - wanna come?" They were all grabbing their purses and keys. 

"No thanks, I think I'll just eat down in the restaurant here or go over to the strip and eat. Don't worry about me, I'm good." Cynthia smiled her best and they seemed to buy it. They left with no fuss. 

"Hello?" Cynthia said very casually. 

"Hi, I'm here." Tyler was quiet. There was a long silence before she spoke. 

"How long do you need before I can see you?" Cynthia spoke with a confidence and strength she never knew was hidden inside of her. She didn't feel nervous at all. Her heart was pounding and her legs were trembling but she didn't feel scared or nervous, just anxious. 

"Can you give me half an hour. I want to shower. Did you eat?" Tyler was still quiet. He seemed timid. Now Cynthia was beginning to get nervous. 

"Half an hour is fine and no I didn't eat. I'll come to your room when you're ready and then we can go for dinner if you want." 

"Okay I'll call you in a bit." 

"K, bye" and Cynthia hung up the phone. Her over-analytical mind was about to pick their conversation apart but she stopped herself. She calmed down and sat back on the edge of the bed. Trying to control her breathing she sat very still with her legs crossed, her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. It felt like only a minute had passed when she was again startled by the phone. 

"Hello?" 

"Ok, I'm in room 605." 

"Ok do me a favour? When I come to the door could you please keep your eyes closed? I'll close mine too but I would like to see you see me at the same time. Does that sound weird?" 

"Not at all. Whatever you wish. Just get up here." Tyler's tone was somewhat lighter now and that put Cynthia at ease. She checked herself out one more time and grabbed her purse and key and turned off the lights. She slowly padded her way to the elevator. She was breathing slowly as she got on and pushed the number 6 button. When the elevator doors opened she took a deep breath and forced herself to step off. She turned and read the sign for which direction his room was in. Slowly she walked toward his room. The hall seemed so long. Standing to one side so he couldn't see her through the peep hole she knocked lightly on his door. 

Tyler started to open the door. "Wait, Tyler. Close your eyes." 

"They are closed, baby. Come in here." He reached for her hand. 

Cynthia took it and stepped in the door with her eyes closed. She moved to let the door close again behind her. She reached out for his other hand and he for hers. Now she was nervous. She was trembling. 

"Tyler, are your eyes still closed?" 

"Yes, are yours?" 

"Yes." 

Cynthia said nothing but dropped her purse out of the way. She was standing so close to him. She wanted to see him and keeping her eyes closed was killing her. She took both of his hands and put them on either side of her face. She stepped close enough to feel the heat from his body but did not make contact. 

"I want you to feel what I look like so don't open your eyes until I say. Can you do that?"

"Whatever you want." Tyler seemed more comfortable now. 

Tyler began feeling the contours of Cynthia's face; the smoothness of her forehead and her soft hair line. He traced his fingers around her eyebrows and over her eyes and could feel that her eyes were closed. Then he traced her cheek bones and out to her earlobes, pierced. He felt along her jawbone to her chin, smiling as he felt a few of her tiny whiskers and remembered the complaining she did about them. Then he felt for the bridge of her nose and where it met her upper lip. 

It was hard for Tyler to get his mind to jive with his memory of Cynthia's face from all her pictures. The sensation of actually touching her and being in the same space as her was clouding his memory. He forgot that she had freckles on her nose. And as he touched her lip beneath her nose he forgot she had a mole there. 

Tyler's touch was so gentle; Cynthia was getting goose bumps. He traced around her upper lip to the edges and down around her lower lip. She opened her mouth to exhale; he could smell her breath. He continued to trace down the front of her pointy chin to her neck. She unzipped her sweatshirt as his palms slid down her décolleté. Her lust for him was making her blush and he could feel the heat. 

Cynthia needed to touch Tyler, too. She reached for his face. Gently as though the sensation burned her fingertips she felt that his eyes were closed. She carried on up to his forehead and pushed her fingers into his thick hair, moving slowly up and over the top of his head down to the back of his neck and out to either side of his face. 

Tyler's fingers traced the lacy edge of Cynthia's white eyelet bra and she exhaled. 

Cynthia used her thumbs to feel the placement of Tyler lips, so soft and smooth. She rose on her toes and moved her face closer to his. She was breathing in his breath now as her lips lightly touched his; brushing them back and forth feeling their warmth against hers. With the slightest touch of her tongue she investigated the shape of his lips. Then she kissed him. Softly at first and then firmly. He opened to greet her curious tongue. Losing her balance she fell against him forcing him to put his hands on her waist. Their kissing became more aggressive now. Their tongues twisting and turning in their mouths trying to get deeper and deeper inside of each other. 

Tyler pulled Cynthia closer and she could feel his penis hard against her. His hands moved to the small of her back under her shirt. Enjoying the softness of her skin he explored her back and unfastened her bra. 

Cynthia pressed into his aching cock, her breasts crushed against his chest. Still she wanted to be closer. 

"Open your eyes," Cynthia whispered into his mouth. 

A rush of heat ran through Tyler's body as Cynthia spoke and he spun her around and pulled her against him. She gasped at the sudden change almost losing her balance. From behind her his hands began to explore her body further. His face buried in her neck, the smell of her hair and perfume enchanting him. He was moving on instinct now not out of curiosity. He knew enough about her now to know what he wanted. 

"Don't open your eyes yet. Not until I say." Tyler was commanding. 

Cynthia nodded, barely able to catch her breath. Tyler slid his hands from her waist to her stomach and slowly and deliberately made his way up to her breasts. He could feel her breathing quickening under her ribs. He slid his hands under her bra and gently cupped her small breasts in his big hands. 

Cynthia leaned her head back onto his shoulder and pressed her bum into his crotch. She put her hands behind her attempting to unfasten his pants. 

Tyler rolled her nipples between his fingers and sucked at her neck. 

Cynthia shivered. Her mouth watering and her heart pounding, she fought harder with his pants, finding it hard to concentrate. 

Tyler squeezed and toyed with Cynthia's breasts. She was squirming with the wetness that was practically dripping from her pussy while her ass ground into him harder. Her movements were almost frantic as her need for more of him was driving her almost mad. She flinched when he spoke. 

"God you feel so good, Cynthia. But slow down baby, there's lots of time. Slow down." Tyler's voice was so quiet and soothing she felt her body respond to it. Taking deeper more controlled breaths she slowed herself down. With very calculated movements she finished undoing his pants and could finally reach in and feel him hot in her hand. Tyler moaned into her neck sending shivers through her body. She cupped his balls and squeezed and tugged at them very slowly and very gently. She rested her head on his shoulder again as she calmed down. 

Tyler abandoned Cynthia's breasts as he slid his hands down her stomach and inside her pants. He soon discovered just how aroused she was as his fingers became slick with her juices. He quickly slid his fingers into the slippery folds of her lips. From her tight little rosebud up to her clit, his fingers enjoyed her, but slowly...painfully slow. He pulled her closer to him and she ground her ass into his crotch while rotating her hips. 

Cynthia took hold of his cock and stroked the entire length of him, all in the same rhythm of her hips. 

Slowly. 

Tyler could feel her climbing again. He put his fingers to his mouth to sample her taste. He moaned his satisfaction as he licked his fingers. Hearing this caused her to speed up her pace a little. His other hand began softly circling her clit. She was using this sensation with her own motion to escalate her orgasm. She could feel the tension travelling up her legs; her skin was burning; her breathing deep and her jaw clenched. So too was her hand on his cock and the slow controlled stroking was getting faster. Tyler was rocking with her now. 

"Oh my god," Cynthia said. "I'm gonna cum." Her voice was so small and quiet Tyler shivered. His arousal had been deepened by her voice's tenderness. His forehead pushed against her back, his heart pounding. His jaw clenched and it was everything he could do not to rip her pants off and pound into her. 

Tyler slipped his fingers inside of her and with his other hand stroked her clit faster. Cynthia's moaning became almost whimpering as she came closer, both of them moving in a dance of rotation. Every motion causing fingers to go deeper or strokes to go longer. 

"Oh Tyler I'm cumming."

Tyler could feel the sperm rising up from his balls as Cynthia's words seemed to fuel is orgasm. She pushed against him and became stiff as a board as she came with a slight yell. She was panting and softening but he did not stop. His hands completely coated in her creamy delight and the smell of her sex filled the air; his senses were overloading and with one more stroke he came. He gripped tightly on her pussy and grunted as the orgasm crashed through is body. 

They stood there in a sort of embrace. His hand in her pants, hers in his. Panting. Not wanting to let go as the waves of orgasm diminished in them. 

Cynthia slowly turned around to face Tyler with her eyes wide open and noticed his, too, were open now. He smiled and she smiled and they stood staring at each other for while. Looking up and down but neither of them adjusting their attire. 

"Hi." 

"Hi." 

"You hungry?" He smiled. 

She looked down at his pants. 

"You have no idea."



Meeting



Sweaty. Her palms were sweaty and clammy as she wrung them together nervously. She sat on the slatted bench outside the door in the dimly lit walkway, hunched over and wringing her hands, her breathing coming out in sort of stunted, trembled breaths. Her newly shorn hair fell forward from the slant of her face caused by her hunched position, the A-line cut demanding that her fingers come up to brush the section of hair behind her ear once more after each and every one of its slow escapes. Her hair was far too thick, far too wavy to wear it this short. It was a grand pipe dream to think that she could have it in a style with the way her hair rebels against even the simplest imposed forms. 

Her pale face would glance up with every noise or shimmering of the lights --Was that him?. Her eyes were wide and red rimmed, not from crying which would be far too romantic, but from the mascara and carefully implemented eye makeup she had drawn on herself in order to live up to the pictures he knew her from, carelessly thinking that maybe, just maybe her contacts wouldn't behave so badly under the weight of the foreign chemistry this one time. 

She hugged her arms around herself now, curling into her legs as they stayed clamped tightly together, her feet going to their toes so that she could push her legs a little higher, getting just that much closer to curling into a little ball. 

As the door beside her opened noisily, she sat up straight with a sudden jolt in surprise, her bloodshot eyes going wide as her lips parted with the yip that relayed just how tense she was to the open door and the person standing in it. 

Her lips were a pale, a plain contrast to all the effort made upon her eyes. They stood stark and only slightly glossy from some chapstick as they remained parted while she stared openly into the room beside her. 

"Have you been here long? I couldn't hear you knocking over the shower so I thought I should come check.."

Although her eyes stayed locked like a deer in headlights upon his face, they nonetheless drank him in a minute at a time, inch by inch, committing his appearance to memory as they met for the first time. 

His hair was a sandy blonde while soaked, making silent promises of turning a much bright shade of blonde once it dried. His lips were plump and round and pouted; even his upper lip with its devilish cupid's bow was juicy in its plumpness. His eyes softly drooped at the outer corners, giving him a sort of bedroom look, a calm look that seemed to say he might always be thinking naughty thoughts about you and the world around him. His goatee looked wet and shiny, an occasional drop of water taking the death defying leap from the height of his chin to fail to the ground below. His shoulders were broad and pale, stretching out to fill the doorway no doubt making the poor frame feel as though it had eaten too much as he filled it. His hand stayed wrapped around the door handle, his arm out stretched to keep it open, he started to tremble in the cold air of the wintery night, no doubt quite a chill when wet and mostly bare, save for the white linen hotel towel wrapped carelessly about his waist.

She stood up slowly, as if her hinges were rusted, marveling for a moment inside her own head as she uncurled to her full height and yet stood shorter than him. She stretched a hand out to touch finger tips to drop of water that would escape his facial hair with the rest, the mindless movement turning to stroking as she petted at his the crinkly hairs for a moment, oddly transfixed on its watery appearance as though she could only focus on one aspect of the stranger at a time.

Her reverie was broken abruptly as he brought his hand up to snatch at her wrist, a contrast to the soft chiding chuckle rumbling from his chest as he used his grip on her wrist to pull her in the door. As he did a sort of whip movement to pull her through without moving from his perch, he then let her go at the height of the arc while he pulled the door shut and turned to face her where she stood facing the opposite wall, turned away from him and slightly baffled. She did a slow turn to face him as the sudden prison of the dimly lit hotel room sank into her awareness. She stood wide eyed and awkward angles, stiff jointed and somewhat comical in her sheer nervousness. He stood with eyelids softly narrowed, lips curled into a confident grin, leaned back with an air of ease and relaxation with his arms behind him propping his slanted body up on the door as he looked at her.

She reached her hand up to tuck away that errant section of hair as it fell forward again causing his eyes to fall upon the new-do and widen for a moment with appreciation. She dropped her hand away with a sudden force that only confirmed the fact that she had cut it for him and their meeting. Her hands quickly retreated to the hemline of her over sized t-shirt, tugging at it as though that might make it suit her better... or hide her more. 

With another grin curving his lips, his eyes shutting for a moment as he seemed to laugh at something funny inside his own head, he pushed himself from the door and began to walk towards her with a slow and easy gait, the linen towel shifting at his legs where the two ends of it met. He stopped a hair's breadth from her as his arms rose from the sides of his body, her own eyes flicking to them as though they were some great ensnarement. Despite the protest of her terrified eyes his arms brought those wide masculine hands to rest on her shoulders, using only the slightest grip there to pull her forward as he leaned from his height to meet her. She glanced from one of those confining hands in time to look up and meet his lips as they came down upon hers. 

Standing in contrast of one lips' owner being covered head to toe with dark, dingy, and drab clothing that erased any form beneath it, even her hair a dark coloring. While the owner of the other lips stood naked and no line of his form hidden while standing in a bright white linen towel, the stereotype of an overnight hotel, with his sandy light colored hair. But where both sets of lips met in the middle, there seemed to be no great dividing line between them, the clash ended there at soft lips pressed to soft lips. 

Her eyes closed as her body moved forward reflexively to press to the body before her, as it only seemed right that the rest of them would mesh together as their lips had. Her lower half curling in as it did habitually in these cases, her thighs pressing to his and angling to be between those masculine legs, but with that movement the towel fell from his hips in protest to being pressed against while it tried so hard to stay grasped together about his waist, as if it said 'how rude'. 

Without a word or effort or thought she pulled her hips away from his to let the towel fall from where it had been held by their bodies. Feeling its weight upon her shoes was enough signal to her hips to press forward again, her jean clad thighs and lap pressing against his now freed member which elicited a moan of acknowledgement and approval from him as the rough material teased the sensitive skin there, the moan dragging itself out from the tightly held lips, only to be met with her lips and try to force its way into them. 

Her hands which had lain purposeless at her sides now rose to cup his hips, pulling at those hips with an intangible movement that pressed their bodies just a little bit more tightly together. Satisfied enough to let her own whimpering moan try to invade his lips, she let her hands abandon the task of pulling at his hips in order to trace aimless fingers nails along his sides. 

He growled now, a sound of brutal encouragement, to punctuate his hips bucking forward and pulling away, creating a space between them suddenly where his now rigid length stood long and thick. His hands moved from her shoulders to sweep through her arms breaking the paths of her fingers on his sides. His hands moved to work nimble and impatient fingers at the fastenings of her jeans, ripping at them as he continued to growl and make rumbling sounds low in his chest and throat. 

He wedged either side of the now opened jeans apart, tearing them down and away from her abdomen. His hands moving fluidly to sides of the waist band of her jeans to grip and tug the pants down, curling his back enough to give his arms more length to pull the jeans to her knees. 

The slow paced, almost magical stillness and halted movement of their initial meeting and touches was forgotten in this rushed and hurried moment now. His hands moved to wrap around the curve of her hips using that grip to lift her up just enough to angle his member towards her sex, his knees doing quick work to part her legs. With that... time stilled again... as the head of his cock met with the lips of her sex and with abundantly slow movement began to part those slick, smooth, silken lips to enter her one achingly slow press at a time.



Meeting



©copyrighted March 10, 2010 by Victoria Dresden

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There is a knock on the door to the adjoining hotel room. My heart is racing, my breathing shallow. I can feel the moisture between my legs. My nipples are tight. From fear or arousal? Maybe both. What am I afraid of? We've played online. We exchanged pictures. Online, it's easy to say that you like a person's picture, or that you don't mind that they are overweight, but how did I know he meant it? I'm being silly. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't interested, would he? I reach out and open the door.

There you stand. You are wrapped in a hotel bathrobe and I can only guess if you are wearing anything beneath. I, on the other hand, am fully dressed. I am wearing a black collared blouse, straight dove grey skirt that reaches my knees, tan stockings, and red 4" heals that are buckled around my ankles.

I look in your eyes. I don't see disgust. Your smile seems genuine. Some of the tension leaves my body, only to be replaced by arousal. I take one of your hands in mine and lead you towards the bed. Our eyes remain locked. My breasts swell; my nipples press against the lace of my bra. I hope that you notice. Taking your face in both of my hands, I pull you close for a long, slow, deep kiss. Your hands go to my hips and jerk me close. I gasp. You break the kiss and lean back to look in my eyes.

"Don't you think you are a little overdressed?" you ask.

My smile widens knowingly. You cock your eyebrow in question, but I just continue to smile. I always want to look conservative on the outside. You will soon understand.

Sliding my hands down your neck, the top of the rob parts slightly. I rest my hands against your warm chest as we kiss again. I can feel your heart race, which arouses me more. Could you be aroused as I am?

You trail kisses down my neck as your hands move to unbutton my blouse and pull the tails from my skirt. As your hands push my blouse from my shoulders, you smile and again raise your eyebrow. I blush. You have seen my red, lacy bra. 

"Now I understand the red shoes."

Before I can respond, your hands cup my over-sensitized breasts. My head falls back and I grasp the collar of your robe. It may be the only thing holding me up. It is not long before my shirt falls to the floor. You start to unhook my bra, but I grasp your hands and step away.

"I think you may want to leave that for a little while." I continue to smile mischievously as I remove my skirt.

Your eyes blaze as they watch me. Your stare makes my breast swell even further, a feat I thought impossible a minute ago. After removing my skirt, I straighten and wait, letting you get a good look at my ensemble. I am wearing a red lacy bra, which you noticed earlier. I also have on the matching garter belt and crotchless panties. Attached to the garter belt are tan thigh highs encasing my shapely legs and leading your eyes back down to my red FMPs (Fuck Me Pumps). An appreciative smile crosses your face.

"Come here." You crook your finger. "As much as I like your outfit, I am still going to remove your bra," which you do immediately.

Your hands cup my full breasts and you roll the nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I again grasp your robe to steady myself as I arch into your hands. Your mouth swiftly captures my right nipple and I cry out at the wet, warm sensation which shoots straight down to my groin. You suck and nibble on my right breast as you continue to knead my left breast with your hand. I twine my hands in your hair, holding you close, never wanting the sensations you are creating in me to stop.

"Are you wet, baby?" you ask as you move your mouth to my left breast.

"Yes. Very."

While you are still sucking on my nipple, you guide me backwards until the bed hits me in the back of the knees. I unwittingly sit and break our contact.

"Let me see you, baby," I say as I slip the knot from your robe. 

You are wearing boxers. As you remove your robe, I pull the waistband of your pants out and down, freeing your rather erect penis. I push the boxers to your knees, not terribly concerned about them any more as I am now eye level with the object of my desire. You are long and thick. My heart rate increases and I am almost panting in anticipation about how you will feel filling and stretching me.

I gently grasp your cock with my hand as I flick my tongue to catch the small drop of precum clinging to the head. I feel your cock jump in my hand and you groan roughly.

"You taste so good," I whisper, more to myself than to you.

My attention is now fully focused on your penis. I am fascinated by every inch of it. My tongue swirls around the head and then flicks at the ridge. I feel you swell in my hand and I can't help but smile at the feeling of power that surges through me. I take just the tip of your cock into my mouth and suck. My tongue harasses the small opening. I begin to move my hand in rhythm to my sucking, but my hand is dry. To fix this problem, I suddenly take the entire length of you into my mouth. My lips brush against your groin and your head smacks against the back of my throat.

"Oh, shit!" you exclaim. "I need to fuck you now, baby!"

Removing my mouth from you, I lay back, guiding you forward by your cock. You reach one hand down between my legs to check my state of arousal. Your hand comes away covered in my juices. I am extremely ready for you, having imagined this moment in my mind for days. You groan as I continue to guide you forward toward my pussy.

Once the head of your penis is pressing against my slit, I let go and grab your shoulders. At first, you press forward slowly, not wanting to hurt me, but once your head has past the opening of my vagina, my warmth and tightness make you forget all caution. You surge forward, burying yourself fully, causing me to cry out. You stop once you are fully sheathed and look down into my eyes to see if I cried out in pain. The only thing you see in my eyes is raging passion and unfulfilled need.

You have more control than I. I can not just sit still. I open my hips and lift them up, allowing you to slide in that last inch until our pubic bones are touching. It is that move that causes you to lose control. You begin to withdraw and thrust with long, even, rapid strokes, almost pulling completely out of me before thrusting forcefully back in. I lift my hips to meet each thrust. You fill me completely and at the apex of each new thrust, I would swear you are touching my womb. I am whimpering in need. I lock my ankles behind your hips and dig my nails into your shoulders.

"Oh fuck, baby!" I scream as wave after wave breaks over me with my climax.

My vaginal muscles contract around you, almost pushing you out. You break your rhythm to push against the force of my contractions. As the clenching of my muscles lessens a bit, you begin to move again, more swiftly this time. I can feel myself climbing quickly towards another orgasm as you strive towards your own. You feel the pressure building within your balls and your groin. The muscles in your neck bulge and your face reddens.

"I'm cumming, baby!"

I pull you tighter against me as you pound into me. The wet slapping noises of our fucking heighten both our excitement. You pound as hard as you can, once, twice three times before your own muscles contract, shooting your cream deep inside me. The feel of you filling me with your seed brings on my second orgasm and we cry out together. You continue to trust within me as my vagina milks every last drop from you. A few more thrusts and you collapse on top of me, both of us panting and holding tight to one another. Shudders wrack my body with aftershocks.

As our breathing begins to slow, you prop yourself up on your elbows. "Now that we have taken care of that, we can now explore each other fully."

I grin. 



Meeting



Its Friday, and the excitement of her upcoming trip is all around her. She packs up the last of her things, tidies up her house and drives to the airport. Going over everything in her head she hopes she hasn't forgotten anything. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and her mind wanders to the fact that for the next week and a half she won't be needing much other than her body. 

She pulls into the parking spot, gets out her bags, and discourages herself from running to the airport departures to check in. Gosh she wants to get there fast. Thankfully, she was smart to book an over-night flight so she can sleep while en route. Just in time for boarding, she really does need to sprint to her gate. She steps on the plane, another step closer to her destination. Her heart beats quicker, her breath comes faster, she sinks into her seat, and relaxes her whole body. Waits for take off, signals the attendant (first class has its perks), gets a glass of wine that she chugs. Then settles in with the requested pillow and blanket drifting to sleep.

She feels a hand on her shoulder, but pauses before opening her eyes. As the female flight attendant hurriedly says, "Miss, Miss, we are landing please put your seat up!" 

Her eyes shoot open as she realizes that it's time. She sits upright, makes her seat join her and tries not to panic that the time is near, anticipation and fear are running through her. Her hands tightly grip the arms of her chair and, the plane reaches her arrival gate. She hurriedly grabs her stuff, bundles it in her arms and gets ready to deplane. Once off she looks around to find the pictures for the bathroom. She rushes in, washes her face, gets some fresh clothes on and goes to retrieve the rest of her baggage. Once she has all her bags she goes through customs and starts looking for him, knowing how he will smell, how good she will feel, once she is in his arms.

Finding him right away, her smile gets wider, and her body trembles with excitement. Her feet have a mind of their own and take off in a run to greet him. Reaching him she is unsure of whether to kiss or hug or run her hands all over him to be sure he is real. She inhales deeply as she gets close to him, her senses erupting with fire as she takes hold of him and lands his outstretched arms. Eventually she pulls back from him a little as her eyes move over his body, knowing what she wants to do to him, and she gets as close to him as she can. Goose bumps form on her skin as his hand reaches for hers and their fingers intertwine. 

He pulls her close, and wraps his arms around her so tight, she squeaks as he squeezes her. She looks up and he looks down as their lips meet, an electric current coursing through her. Her body comes alive, reacting in ways that seem too much for a simple but powerful kiss. Closing her eyes, taking it all in, she notices the wetness between her thighs is far more than it was, and her nipples hard and peaked. Wanting more, she leans around him, looking for somewhere - anywhere, to steal him away. Her eyes searching frantically, she finds a corner in the distance; not many people around, her eyes jolt back to his, sparkling sure to be there as she gently pulls him to the corner. She is grateful that he follows easily, willingly. 

They reach the corner and she turns, backing in until she feels the wall against her ass and back. she pulls him in close so he has to brace himself on the wall to one side of her. He leans in to kiss her, her whole body ready and waiting for so much more. She gently pushes him back, smiles up at him, and getting to her knees, slowly, her hands undo his pants, so that his now firm cock falls out. She strokes him lightly as she reaches the floor with her knees, grunting as she feels the floor hard and cold beneath her. Then goes back to the warm all male hardness in her hand. 

She mumbles, "You feel so good, I want you so bad," and then opens her mouth. 

Her hand still stroking with a firm grasp she brings him into her warm moist open mouth until they work together to cover every each of his cock. Moans escape from her as she tastes him, licking up the precum with her tongue as her mouth takes over stroking his cock. Slowly bringing him deeper in her mouth, her tongue strokes gently along-side her lips and then placing it against his cock, she can feel his pulse. His hardness and pulse arousing her more, she sucks almost viciously with her stroking tongue. Her mouth hungry for his release, her finger strokes her engorged clit through her pants. 

She takes a breath and shoves him so far down, she gags a little; she moves back and then slams down on him again, feeling him deep in her throat, keeping him there. Knowing he is close, she sucks and tantalizes him with her tongue until she feels his warm release squirt down her throat, she swallows hard, moves back, makes sure to milk milk him dry. Smiling around his cock and looking up at him to make eye contact she sees his pleasure. Her pleasure is visible all over her face, not to mention his cock still halfway in her mouth with her lips gripping it tightly.

Once she is sure she has cleaned him completely, licking up anything that may have been missed, she tucks him back into his pants, zips him up and gets back to her feet. Glad that she got to do what she had wanted for a long time, she places kisses all along his neck, jaw and then kisses him passionately, wanting his mouth. Their lips are sealed together and their tongues dance inside. 

As he wraps her up with one arm she leans up on tip toes and whispers in his ear, "I have waited so long to do that and now I need to be taken completely. I want you to fuck me like u have never fucked anyone before, I am yours!" 

And waits for his response, quite happy to be right where she is. He smiles back at her, and mentions with, "I passed a hotel just up a mile from the airport."



Meeting



Jess had worked for Jameson International for 5 years. She was middle management. Smart and innovative, she had risen quickly from her entry level position at the firm. About a year ago, she was included on a project team that would combine members of her London office with members from the firm's office in Los Angeles. It was apparent from nearly the beginning that one member from Los Angeles, Zachary Marsden, was the genius who would win or lose the deal they were trying to close with their Japanese partners.

Somehow, Jess slipped into an administrative role in support of Zack. He would email her asking her to check this, file that, double-check this, and she had no choice but to follow him - without a doubt, he was right in everything he did. In fact, Jess began to see the net Zack was slowly spreading around the Japanese firm, beginning to see the chess moves that Zack was plotting, and she knew that he would close this deal, and that Jameson International would be the victor.

After the deal had closed, and in offices around the world Jameson employees were glowing and shaking hands, an email came to Jess, and to Jess alone. It was from Zack - thanking her quite sincerely for her hard work, and her assistance. Something about the email, about it coming to her alone, made Jess wet as she sat at her desk in London. She read it over and over, reaching her hand down between her legs, stroking herself secretly as she read Zack's complimentary email again and again.

In the days and weeks that followed, Zack kept in touch with her. He had suggestions for her professional life, tips on internal Jameson politics. He began to suggest more personal things - clothing suggestions, diet, exercise, and Jess followed his directions without pause, beginning to yearn for his emails and his guidance.

Finally, her phone rang one day. It was Zack. She was astounded. He instructed her to take pencil and paper and write down his private email address, and then to email him from her private email - explicitly telling her not to use the Jameson email program. She did as he commanded, and gradually fell farther and farther under his control.

He had requested two photos from her - instructing her, each time, what to wear. Deliberately telling her to hide her face from the camera, he asked for one photo taken outside, in the type of business suit that she would wear to work. The other photo was taken in lingerie that arrived at her door. Silky lace that made her think of him when it brushed against her skin.

Their conversations - occurring entirely via chat online, were immensely intimate and they shared similar tastes sexually. In a matter of weeks Jessie couldn't imagine her life without Zack - couldn't bear even a day without his hand in her life. Zeck knew that she was falling under his control, and it thrilled him. He loved her eagerness to please. He loved that she was there when he wanted her, and he knew there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. She had waited so long for a perfect owner, and she was determined to be a perfect slave.

He waited a long time to arrange their first meeting. He wanted to make sure she was properly, and unthinkingly, obedient, before he finally allowed her to meet him in person. He gave her strict instructions about her outfit - a short black cocktail dress, no underwear, no stockings. He instructed her as to how to wear her hair- twisted up into a bun, with not a single wisp loose. For shoes, he demanded tall, elegant, red heels, and finally, a red silk scarf which he had delivered to her for the occasion. He told her a time, a place, where to wait and how. He knew she would follow his instructions to the letter.

The days before the meeting dragged on endlessly for Jessie. Each night, she practiced wearing the outfit Zack had demanded of her - practiced her obedience to his every command. She was permanently wet, aching for him, she was distracted, struggling to function. The night before their meeting she laid the outfit on her bed. As she ran the silk scar through her hands one more time before trying to get to sleep, she imagined what Zack would look like, how he would move, how it would feel to have his hands touch her skin and most importantly of all, if he would be pleased with her. 

She woke after a restless night, with hours to spare before her meeting time. She knew she needed every minute to make her body fit for her perfect master. She scrubbed and shaved, washed her hair and let the hot water rinse over her skin. She dried herself and began dressing for Zack with all the care and attention possible, terrified of getting something wrong. When she had finished she looked at herself in the mirror, the red scarf delicately tied around her neck, the slinky cocktail dress barely decent, showing her long legs. The whole outfit was made perfect by the red suede heels, sexy and bold. Everything was exactly as Zack had wanted and she knew he would be pleased, and the thought of pleasing him made her wet all over again. 

She got out of the taxi and made her way into the hotel that Zach had chosen. He had told her to wait in the bar downstairs on a stool, legs crossed. It's exactly what she did, she wouldn't move a muscle unless he told her to. Zack was anxious to see his Jessie for the first time. He dressed in a dark suit, having cleanly and exactingly shaved his facial hair. He knew a clean face and dark suit flattered his tall athletic physique, and he wanted his first impression to be one of confidence, and command, and lust. When he arrived at the hotel he went first to the reception to pick up the key, before heading to the bar. 

He noticed her right away. She was sitting side on to the bar, facing the other entrance, unaware that her master was looking over her body fully for the first time. As he approached, his eyes traced a line down the side of her neck, over her shoulder, down her body, over her hips, barely covered by her dress, and along her bare legs. She was perfect. She looked exactly as he wanted her to look, exactly as he had told her to look. He was behind her, close enough to smell her perfume, see the freckle on her left shoulder and admire how the red silk looked against her smooth skin.

"Jess."

He saw her tremble, and take a sharp intake of breath. She slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder, and turned her body enough to face him, to look into his eyes. "Zack?"

He smiled as he touched his fingers under her chin, and lifted her face slightly to kiss her lips. Jessie was falling to pieces, unable to move, more aroused than she had ever been. When the kiss finished he stood tall again and said "stand up Jess." She immediately got to her feet. "Come with me," he said, putting his hand on the small of her back, leading her from the room towards the lifts. 

Jess was self conscious in her short dress. She felt exposed, revealed, to everyone in the bar, but at the same time, somehow protected by Zack's presence. Walking at his side, with no panties on, knowing that he could easily reach down and find her soaking cunt, made her even more wet, and more sensitive, to the point where the gentle movement of the fabric on her skin was arousing her with every step. The sight of him after so long was like Christmas morning. She was so excited, and so full of anticipation, his dark looks, his crisp suit, his tall body - it was everything she had imagined. 

In the elevator, almost beside herself with anticipation, she shyly looked at him as they stood side by side. They were strangers, and yet they were already so intimate. He knew her in ways that no-one else did. He owned her, controlled her, and she felt small and shy standing here next to him. He looked down at her and smiled. "You're tense, Jess." he said. "Just breathe. Just breathe." She felt his hand slide around her waist, and his touch both relaxed and aroused her further. As the chime rang to announce that they had reached their floor, he led her out of the lift with just the touch of his hand to her lower back.

At their room, he opened the door with the keycard, and held the door open for Jess. In spite of his calm exterior, he was desperate to close the door, and have her in their own space, to instruct her, and to see her obey. He knew that once the door closed, and he asserted full control, that Jessie would submit herself to him - and then, and only then, would she feel in her proper place. 

As the heavy door clicked shut Jessie breathed a sigh of relief. Zack removed his suit jacket and walked over to her and took her in his arms to kiss her again. His hand moved down to feel between her legs, where, as instructed, she wore no panties. She was soaking, and his touch made her quiver. "Good girl Jess, you did as you were told, I'm very pleased with you."

Jessie looked up at him and said "I'm so glad Zack."

"Are you ready Jess?"

"I am, Zack."

She could feel his erection pressing hard through his trousers against her. He took the silk scarf from around her neck. "Turn around Jess."

She did so instantly. "Yes Zack."

He tied her hands together behind her back with the scarf. As he turned her back around he said "Kneel Jess." She immediately did as she was told. She was staring directly at his bulge desperate for him to take it out, desperate to feel it's length in her mouth, there was nothing she wanted more. Zack undid his belt. He took his huge cock out and grabbed Jessie by the hair with one hand and guided his cock to her mouth with the other. Jessie tried to lean forward but the sharp tug on her hair told her to remember her place. "Mind your manners, Jess," Zack said.

He brought his cock to her lips as Jessie blushed at how rude she had been.

"Please Zack, may I suck your cock?"

Zack replied by sliding his cock into her mouth inch by inch. Jessie moaned with pleasure, it was everything she had imagined and more, his thick shaft and full length, far oversized for her mouth, were a welcome invasion. When Zack was ready he started to fuck her face slowly at first - her moans, her submission turning him on, pushing him to move faster and harder. Her mouth was hot, her cheeks were flushed - she could do nothing but what he wanted. For Jess, it was bliss, being unable to do anything but let him enjoy her, having her hands tied behind her back was unexpected but she knew it left her at Zack's mercy and that was what she wanted. His cock hit the back her throat with every thrust. He knew that he wouldn't last long, and he didn't want to. He had waited long enough, and so had Jess. He knew that she would be desperate to have his cum. She had been perfect, she had earned it. 

Jess enjoyed every stroke in and out of her mouth. She enjoyed the tug on her hair every time he withdrew and the pressure as he pushed his cock into her face. She felt his cock tighten and she heard him say "swallow every drop Jess."

Jess had no intention to do otherwise. She had waited a long time to taste her master's cum. She had been perfectly obedient knowing this would be her reward. His cock tightened, he pushed hard into her mouth. She heard him moan and felt the hot rush of his cum down her throat. She swallowed hungrily as it pumped over and over. She felt Zack relax slightly. He pulled out of her enough that she was able to gently suck and lick any remaining cum from him. "Good girl Jess."

She looked up at him and saw how pleased he was with her, and she felt her own body ache.

Zack eventually slid his cock completely out of her mouth. He held her chin and lifted her up to him. She looked at him and said "thank you Zack, it was delicious." She was flushed, her hair messy, and she wasn't able to hide the wetness of her cunt, which was dripping down her thighs. For Zack, this was everything he had hoped for. She was becoming everything he wanted her to be - his pleasure had become her pleasure, and her priority.

Jess leant her head on his chest. He was still fully clothed, and she could feel his tight chest on her cheek, hear his heart beating steadily. She was in the only place she wanted to be.

"Turn around Jess," he commanded. 

She did, and he undid the scarf and threw it on the bed. Jess felt the pain in her wrist begin to subside. She would have liked to rub them but she wouldn't dare give him any idea that she had been uncomfortable. "Undress me," he said, and she inhaled deeply with pleasure. She reached up to his neck to undo his tie, gently pulling it free of his collar. She looked around for the wardrobe, opened the door and took out a hanger. She lay the tie and hanger on the bed and went back to Zack. He was pleased that she knew he wouldn't stand for his suit to be crumpled on the floor.

She began unbuttoning his shirt, and seeing his chest for the first time, she was unable to control herself - she buried her face in him and kissed his skin. He smelled so good, she was so content. Zack tolerated her little indulgence. He knew how affectionate she could be, and he only needed to warn her with a soft "Jess." She immediately resumed her business, pulling his shirt out of his waistband. She moved behind him and slid the shirt from his shoulders and off his back. She paused for a moment, contemplating his beautiful body. She had imagined him a thousand times, but nothing she had imagined compared to the physical being in front of her now.

She put the shirt onto the hanger with the tie around the collar. He watched how much care she took, knowing it was a reflection of her subservience. She made her way back to him and reached for his belt. She slid it through the loops and lay it on the bed. Zack could see her ass every time she bent over, and he smiled to himself. Zack removed his shoes, and Jess took them and placed them neatly at the foot of the wardrobe. She then slid his pants off, folding them exactly along their creases and placing them on the hanger. 

Zack was done waiting - as she came back, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. He reached behind her, squeezing her ass with both hands, then he moved his hands round onto her hips under the dress. "Lift your arms", he said, so abruptly that she barely thought before lifting her arms above her head. He removed her dress in one swift move, leaving her completely naked except for her shoes. "Undo your hair." Jess removed the clip holding her hair up. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.

Zack took the silk scarf in his hands. He looked at her laid out for him and smiled. "Jess, I'm going to tie this around your eyes. You won't be able to see."

"Yes, Zack."

He kissed her as he tied the scarf around her eyes, his lips were full, delicious, gentle and tender. He was perfect. 

He ran his hands all over her body. She trembled from the excitement. She liked not knowing what he would do next. She was surprised when he spread her legs and she felt his fingers slipping over her clit and into her warm cunt. She was so close to climaxing but she knew she must not without his permission. "Oh god... Oh Zack... Please..." she cried.

"Not yet, my sweet Jess," he said, smiling, enjoying watching her body begging for him. This was how he wanted her, desperate for him, and she was desperate, every inch of her hungry for his touch.

Finally she felt his weight shifting around her and he hooked one thigh in each of his arms and pulled her roughly towards him. He slid the entire length of his cock straight into her, making her gasp loudly. Her hands reached for his arms, and she held onto him, feeling his muscles tense under her fingers. He felt her warm tight pussy take his cock, felt how soaking wet she was, how ready she was for him. He began thrusting deep into her, slowly but forcefully. He knew that she was already struggling to hold back her climax - he knew it and he enjoyed it. He watched as she denied herself that final pleasure, awaiting his permission. He thrust deep and hard into her, listening to her beg him for permission to orgrasm. "Please Zack, please may i cum for you?" she moaned, barely able to speak, lost in the delirium of her so near orgrasm.

"Yes, Jess, you may," he said. He had barely said the words when she came, moaning and crying as the waves washed through her. Her contractions around his cock were incredible and he started to push harder, deeper and faster inside of her - his own climax growing, 

"Beg me for my cum, Jess."

"Ohh, please Zack!" 

"Please what, Jess? Tell me. Tell me. "

"Please Zack, please cum inside of me!"

He did, releasing a torrent inside her, and she moaned as it flooded within her. He pushed aggressively while he came, and growled through his gritted teeth, his whole body pulsing as he released every last drop into her. 

He was pleased with her. Still blindfolded, she felt his cock in her mouth, and she understood that he was letting her clean him. She began immediately, sucking his purple head, sliding her lips down the thick angry length of his shaft. She heard him say "good girl Jess" and felt his fingers stroke her cheek. When he finally removed his cock from her soft mouth she sighed and said, "thank you Zack."

He lay down next to her and slid the blindfold from her eyes. He looked at her and said "we're not done yet my little slave."



Meeting



Sitting at the table in a small town just outside of where I live, I wonder for the hundredth time if this was the right thing to do. I replay it in my head over and over, "Should I have agreed to meet up." It wasn't even a question, just a feeling; I knew this road. I'd almost been down it before. Was I now, sitting here at this little cafe table, staring down the proverbial Rabbit Hole?

I glance over at my phone, and my heart quickens. A few more minutes until the point of no return. I'm nervous and I fidget with the corner of the menu, and after a few minutes I guiltily realize I've picked at the laminate coating and now it's frayed a little. Distracted by the frayed menu, I pause suddenly. I can feel the hairs on my neck rise ever so slightly and without looking up I know he has arrived. And he's watching me. 

I slowly raise my head and see him watching me from across the road. Our eyes meet and already I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks and the butterflies are going wild inside me. I almost hate myself for having this reaction, but I knew it would happen. It's the reason I knew I couldn't say no to this meeting.

I clumsily stand up out of the chair and take a few steps forward. Simultaneously he starts towards me, crossing the road in strong, purposeful steps. He's walking with decent strides, but somehow it's excruciatingly and teasingly slow for me. The seconds seem to drag and, almost too quickly, he's in front of me.

I tilt my chin up to look at him. He's taller than I remember, but built the same. I can see his top stretched taught over his skin as I watch in silence as he starts to circle me anticlockwise. Its deliberate and leisurely and I get a feeling inside of being stalked like prey. But this was the nature of our relationship before, so it's a familiar feeling and doesn't take me by surprise. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. His gaze almost brings me to my knees me as he moves around me, and I am helpless to do anything but drop my chin. Who am I kidding, I think as it finally dawns on me, I was born to be submissive.

Old familiar feelings surface forcefully as I remember the feeling of intimidation I had previously when we were near each other. It rushes right back to me like water surging over a waterfall. Instantly I feel compelled to correct myself, to dust my shirt off, neaten my hair, or something. But I don't. I stand there under his scrutiny as he nears the end of his circle.

As he draws up in front of me he steps closer, runs his left hand up my spine up to my neck and, pushing his palm into the nape of my neck, weaves his fingers into my hair. His hand closes sharply in a fist as he pulls back on my hair, forcing my head to face upwards. It's a hard enough tug that it brings a small gasp to my lips as I stumble backwards, but he doesn't let me go. He leans in and breathes in deeply alongside my neck, cheek, and into my hair. My eyes close involuntarily and I remember his sensitive and heightened sense of smell. Softly and barely audible, I hear a deep, low growl of pleasure from his throat, and I know I've passed his...inspection. He gently, but not without a brief hint of reluctance, releases my hair and steps back as if nothing has happened, simply motioning for me to take my seat.

The air rushes back into me as I jolt back into reality. I realize I've been holding my breath this whole time, and I virtually scramble back to my seat. I feel relieved that there is more space between us now. My heart is still beating hard in my chest when I glance over at him. A waiter comes up and he orders a glass of white wine for me and a whiskey on the rocks for himself. There is an awkward silence as we wait, and I take this moment to look him over, as subtly as possible.

He hasn't changed much from our last encounter, and I notice his chest is still as sculpted as before. I'm mesmerized as I watch his chest rise and fall with every slow, even breath he draws and suddenly memories are in my head and I'm seeing myself pressed up against him in an embrace, his arms holding me firmly against him. It's so vivid in my mind's eye that I can almost hear his heartbeat in my ears alongside my own. I give my head a small shake to clear the images out of my thoughts.

After what seems like forever, the drinks arrive and I could not be more grateful. We both take a sip at the same time and I feel a little calmer (admittedly I take a larger sip than he does). I look over at him and he is the picture of control. He sits watching me for a few seconds more, swirling his drink in his glass, so only the sounds of ice knocking against the glass is what we hear. Then he starts talking.

While I'm listening, I fervently hope he my breathing doesn't sound as ragged as it feels. There is a buzzing throughout my body and I feel like I'm on pins and needles. I briefly wonder if the air is as electric to him as it is to me. His face reveals nothing while we talk, so I just try and hide it the best I can.