0 comments/ 19565 views/ 1 favorites One Little Drink Ch. 1 By: captivate It is early evening. I have been at meetings all day, in charge of some, just a participant in others. It has been an exhausting day, full of information and ideas and graphs and documents. I am tired and not feeling at all social. After the last meeting, I go to my room and strip off my business clothes. I run a bath, hot and steamy, and pour in handfuls of my favorite crystals, soft vanilla. I need to be soothed and calmed. My mind is swirling with the business of the day and I don't want that. I want to relax and forget that I am a business woman, all starched and correct. I am not all starched now, lying here with my hair piled on top of my head, as I soak away the day. I lie in the tub, closing my eyes and letting the warmth seep into my skin. The radio is playing oldies, great tunes I recognize and sing along with happily. I have vanilla candles all around me, scenting the air with my favorite fragrance, giving a soft glow to the room. My soapy hands run over my breasts, touching them softly and gently. I run my fingers over the hardening nipples, feeling the bumply hardness of my flesh as I caress it. My hands move over my flat stomach and rest against my soft brown curlies. I let my fingers comb through the curls, feeling them wrap around my fingertips. I search for the slit, the entryway to my secret place. One finger slides inside, slowly moving up and down the slit, feeling it swell and open to me. My finger caresses the lips as it moves down to my deep, pink warmth and then slides back up to my hardening clit. Amazingly, my clit becomes rigid and longer, like massaging a baby cock. My finger moves lazily against it, up and down, and then around. I feel myself tensing as another finger joins the play. I am pinching my nipple with my left hand as my right hand continues its path, up and down. I delve into my wet pussy and then bring those fingers up to tease my clit. My legs spread more as I move my fingers faster on my clit, trying to reach that place where I can come, the heat filling my body with warmth and happiness. I feel my body tensing, my legs stiffen and move closer together. I start to spasm around my fingers, tightening on them, pulling them inside my pinkness. I pinch my left nipple and then relax my grip. I am aware that I am moaning and breathing so fast. As my throbbing slows, I am again aware of my surroundings. Now I feel the day leaving me. I am reclaiming myself, becoming "me" again instead of a top executive for THE COMPANY. Finally, I am whole again. I step out of the tub and dry on the luxurious towels I love, wishing once again I had someone here to dry me and love me and appreciate me for just me. I wrap in the thick robe and go to my armoire. I stand there thinking, contemplating what I want to happen tonight, what I hope will happen. And I know the answer...NOTHING! I have been traveling long enough to know that romances on the road are so limited, so superficial. I just don't want that tonight. I make the decision that it will just be me, going downstairs for a drink and maybe some dinner and then just me returning to my lovely suite. So, I decide to dress for me. After spending the day as the consummate business woman, I want to feel lovely and womanly now. I look through my lingerie, choosing the new ice blue satin and lace bra with matching panties. I slip them on my body, the satin so incredibly smooth and cool against my skin, the lace slightly irritating to my sensitive nipples, making them pucker and harden. I am feeling so sexy, so beautiful. I decide to try the garter belt that I bought. I put it on with the sheer black hose and look at myself in the mirror. I think I look pretty damn good and secretly mourn no one seeing this lovely woman. I have a elegant black dress I brought along, just in case, and I think I should wear it tonight. I will not save my lovely things for someone else, I will enjoy them too. As I reach for the hair clip, I decide to leave my hair as it is, all curls on top of my head, tiny tendrils around my face, framing it. At the bar, I sit on a tall stool, and order a sherry. I am not much of a drinker, but I love the after-taste of sherry in my mouth. I smile to myself as I watch the men in the bar start taking notice of me. The saying "like moths to a flame" enters my head, as I watch them looking at me and whispering to each other. One of them finally comes toward me, sitting on the empty stool beside me. He offers me a drink, and I politely refuse. He starts to chat and I politely indicate that I am not interested. Finally, he understands, picks up his drink and moves away. One by one, they come. Each is so sure he will be the one picked, each moving away after finally catching on to the fact that I am not interested. Eventually, the parade ends. I am alone on my stool, sipping my sherry and feeling the last bit of tension leaving my body. Then I look into the mirror and see HIM in the doorway. I cannot say what makes him different. I know that when I see him, my heart skips a little and then starts beating faster. He is tall and carries himself well. I like his dark hair with silvery threads. I like his blue eyes with the rimless glasses. I like his large hands with his long, neatly groomed fingers. I like his smile as he surveys the room and then crosses it to the bar. He walks over and sits down beside me, ordering his scotch and water, and smiling at me as our eyes meet in the mirror. I can see the other men, almost betting on how long it will take me to freeze him out. The strange thing is, I don't want to. There is something about him, his presence, that makes me want him to sit there, that is willing him to speak to me. I am so aware of his warmth, his scent. Suddenly I notice the soft music playing in the background. He seems content to sit there quietly. I like that. We look at each other in the mirror, and each look away. Finally, he turns to me and says, with a slight Scottish accent, "My name is Sean. Would you care to dance, m'lady?" Ah, yes, I have never wanted to dance with anyone so much in my life. He steps down from the stool and reaches out to me. I place my much smaller hand in his and feel safe and secure and, oh, so happy. He helps me down from the stool, treating me as a fragile female instead of a competent business woman. I love that! We move to the dance floor. I see the astonishment on the faces of the other men, the ones who were frozen out. He is still holding my hand. He turns toward me and gently pulls me against him, his warm hand on my bare back as we fit together so perfectly. Even as we dance together for the first time, I am aware of the absolute correctness of being with him. I fit against him as if made for him. I nestle my head on his chest, feeling the softness of his shirt, catching the scent of him, inhaling him. His hand on my back is engraving itself into my skin. I know that I will always feel his hand there. He gently guides me as we dance. The song changes and so do his moves. He swings me away from him and back against him and I feel as if I have come home. Now we just dance together, no fancy moves, just two people who seem as one. His heart is beating directly beneath my cheek, his scent filling my body. He doesn't talk, I like that. Most men start interrogating me right away OR trying to impress me right away, never allowing quiet time to just be together. We dance on, oblivious to the fact that the songs change, the tempos change. We are still just moving together in each other's arms. I can't honestly say how long I am dancing with him, how long I am lost in his embrace. Funny, you hear that phrase in romance novels, and now it has happened to me. I look up at him and see in his eyes....something. I don't know quite how to describe it. It is a look I am familiar with, I have seen before, but i am not sure where. As i gaze at him, I feel myself blushing. I DO know that look. I see it daily in my own brown eyes. It is a look of yearning, wishing, hopefulness. We are barely moving now, just swaying to the music [ I think] and looking at each other. Again, a romance novel moment, I am looking at his mouth and wondering what he tastes like, how his lips would feel against mine. His breath is so sweet, so delicious as he leans over to say something. "A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear," he whispers as his mouth brushes against mine. Oh, yes, this is a mouth I want to know, to learn, to make love to. I suddenly feel myself leaning into him even more and I realize he has been trying to hold me at a polite distance. Now I realize why. I feel his desire pressing against me. He starts to apologize even as I am reassuring him. What a nice man! What a gentle man! Ah, he wants me! I felt it briefly when I leaned into him. Now he appears all flustered and embarrassed. Perhaps he isn't used to this happening so quickly. I certainly am not. But I am willing to admit how I feel and I want to tell him. He takes my hand and starts to lead me back to the bar. Oh, no! I don't want to stay here, in this fishbowl! I want to be alone with him, listen to his voice and feel him against me. I look up at him again, just a glance, just a look. Suddenly, he pulls me to him and kisses my forehead. He sighs and murmurs, "Yes, me too." We continue to hold hands as we walk across the bar and out into the lobby. We look at each other as we walk, our eyes locked, walking slowly toward the elevators. His hand is so warm around mine, his eyes so loving. We stop at the piano, playing on all by itself, and I recognize one of my favorite tunes, "Someone to Watch Over Me". He takes me into his arms again, no distance between us this time. I can feel his desire, his need. We dance slowly in the lobby, while his hands are caressing my bare back and his sweet voice is in my ear, just whispering endearments. He is gentling me. One Little Drink Ch. 2 Sean and I finally continue across the lobby, reaching the bank of glass elevators. We stand there, holding hands and waiting for a car, suddenly shy together. The doors of the elevator opens and we enter, moving to the wall of glass that looks over the lobby as we climb to the top floors of the hotel. I can see all the men from the bar, standing in the doorway, watching us with disbelief, wondering why I chose Sean over any of them. I honestly don't know why, but I am glad I did. He is standing beside me, I can feel the warmth of his body near mine. As the elevator slows, he leans over and kisses my nose, smiling at me and calling me his "Little One". We walk to my door, still nothing spoken between us. He takes the key from my hand, sliding the card into the assigned slot and opening my door, waiting for me to enter. I am grateful for my slightly obsessive neatness. The suite looks nice, clean and inviting. The candles I have placed throughout have eliminated that institutional smell, replacing it with the softness of vanilla. The few lit lamps lend a soft glow to the rooms. Sean takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. I look at the massive bed that only hours before seemed so lonely. Now, he slowly begins dancing with me, to the soft love songs on the radio. We dance, now closely, his breath in my hair, his scent surrounding me. I look up at him and see again his delicious mouth, wondering how it tastes, how it feels. As if reading my thoughts, he leans down and kisses me, really kisses me, his lips gentle against mine as he coaxes my mouth open, his tongue now washing the inside of my mouth with jolts of electricity. His hands caress my naked back, his fingers rubbing the sensitive skin and marking me. I belong to him. As we dance by the bed, I push him to sit. I continue the dance now, alone, my body moving languidly in time to the music, my hips swaying, my eyes closed. I see myself as if in reverse motion, now removing the clothes I so carefully dressed in hours before. My dress melts from my body and I dance for him in the lovely ice blue undies I had so lovingly chosen. I place my small, stockinged foot next to his hip, allowing him to unhook my sheer black stocking and slide it down my leg. His hands are loving, caressing my bare skin as he uncovers it. I offer the other leg, wondering if he knows how much I want him, if he can tell how excited I am. I stand before him, allowing him to remove the garter belt, still dancing to the music. He stands and I reach for his shirt, pulling it impatiently over his head, revealing his chest, lightly dusted with dark curls. I run my fingertips over his chest, his hardening nipples and I hear him moan. My fingernails lightly scrape the nipples, and he arches his back and offers himself to me. I place my hungry mouth over a nipple and suck, hard, as his moans increase in intensity. I like that. I like knowing I am pleasing him. My mouth moves to the other nipple, my fingers restlessly moving up and down his back, feeling the taut skin, the smoothness of him. As I suck on his wrinkled nipples, my hands move to his waist. I eagerly undo his belt, unhook the button and unzip the fly. I push at his waistband, and his pants fall in a heap on the floor. He wears grey boxers, which seem tailor-made for him, no baggy shorts for this man. I can feel his erection pressing against the shorts and am so tempted to reach for it. But we seem to be taking it slowly, moving carefully, building desire with each move and I am not anxious to interrupt our dance. The entire inner wall of my suite is made of windows which look out over the lobby. The lobby services both the hotel and an office building, both having an entire wall of windows facing each other. I have often fantasized about making love in the window, displaying myself and my lover to the envy of some poor office worker. Even now, as I am learning about Sean, during the intial lovemaking, I am thinking of the windows, the office worker and us, dazzling in our lust. The long, heavy curtains have not been drawn. I can see lights in the office across the way, lights indicating that some workers are still at their desks and probably anxious for a diversion. I think how lovely Sean and I look together and hope that we are noticed. But that thought is nearly driven from my mind as Sean takes me into his arms and begins dancing with me again. I feel his well-built body against mine, the warmth of his hands as he moves them over my back and cups my ass, pulling me closer to him. We are kissing, playing with each other, teasing with our busy tongues and hungry lips. We move to the bed, lying near each other, continuing the exploration with our mouths and hands. His magic fingers open and remove my bra, then my panties, without me even noticing. His shorts are gone too. Now our bodies can touch full-length and I feel his desire pressed against me. We continue kissing, while our hands wander up and down our heated skin. I can feel his erection pressed against my tummy, his hands marking his territory. My excited nipples rub against his, our legs entwine and our hearts pound against each other. I separate my thighs enough to allow his cock to slide in and rest against my curlies. I cradle him there, holding him securely against my swollen mound. He is kissing me and talking to me, his softly accented voice making me want to sink into him and stay there forever. He says my name, Marissa, and it sounds magical. I can feel myself growing wetter and swelling open to accept him. We are lying side by side and I know it would take just a small adjustment to welcome him into my pinkness. And I make that adjustment, feeling him slide into me, fitting wonderfully, as I knew he would. He slowly moves his hips, making his cock dance inside me, perfectly in rhythm with my desire. I move against him, meeting his pelvis with each thrust, moving him in and out of my depths with long strokes of my needy pussy. I know we could move faster, but somehow it seems right that this dance go slowly. I lift my face to his and his delicious mouth meets mine and devours it, so slowly and completely. This is just perfect. Kissing Sean, feeling is skin against mine, his cock deep inside me. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, inviting him into my velvety softness. He continues to stroke me, his cock making contact with my pussy and clit, thrusting against me and making me shiver in delight. The angle is wonderful for massaging my clit and making it erect. I can feel myself beginning to tighten as my orgasm started to build. My legs wrap tighter, and I thrust harder, pulling him into me deeper than I imagined possible. I hold my breath as the contractions start deep inside me and begin pulsing through my hungry body. We are kissing and I am moaning into his mouth, then growling from deep within. I feel the pain in my throat as I cry out, feel the spasms as they shake my body. As I become aware of my surroundings again, I can hear Sean, saying my name and soft Scottish words, holding me and smoothing my hair. He is smiling, pleased with the gift he has just given me. I can feel the soft kisses he is showering on my face and head, the loving way he is touching my body as I relax against him. I might have drifted off, because I am suddenly aware of Sean gently calling my name. He is standing over me, a smile on his handsome face, his hand reaching for me. To Be Continued... One Little Drink Ch. 3 My suite has a small study, with a desk and phone next to a built-in bookshelf. That room is also lined with windows looking over the lobby. Sean has gone to this room and lined the floor with cushions and pillows, making a soft nest for lovers to share. There is a small area, directly in front of the wall of windows, that he left bare, pillowless. He has carried candles in there and the room glows softly, smells delicious, and is so inviting. This is where he leads me when he takes my hand. I walk behind his naked body, admiring his form and feeling my desire building as we move through the suite. He is gorgeous from behind, his ass tight and nicely shaped. I make a little running step and move closer to him, placing my lips against his back, wrapping my arms around him. He turns and holds me close, breathing against my hair, and whispering sweet words to me, making promises of thrills to come. Then he takes my hand again and leads me to the little study and his surprise. The drapes are open and I can see the twinkling white lights strung in the rafters of the lobby. I can also see lights still on in the offices opposite. Again the fantasy of making love while being observed comes into my mind. I wonder if there is still one poor worker across the way, weary from a long day, looking for a distraction, who might glance over and see my open drapes and our naked forms pleasuring each other. We stand in the entryway, kissing and touching, Sean bending to me as his lips meet mine and devour them. I press against him, feeling the hard heat of his cock against me, hearing his ragged breathing as he runs his large hands over my soft, naked skin. I want him again. I want him now. He guides me to the pillow nest covering the floor and we sink into the softness. There are so many sensations, coolness from the air conditioning, heat from his excited body, softness of the pillows under me and hardness of his body above me. The radio is playing "Breathe" by Faith Hill, probably the sexiest song ever sung. I concentrate on Sean, listening to his breathing and feeling his heart pounding against my breast. His mouth is everywhere. Kissing my lips and forcing them apart, his tongue becoming part of me, moving in soft long strokes in and out of my hungry mouth. His tongue traces my lips, wetting them and painting them with his taste. My tongue plays with his, seeking and then hiding, encouraging him to search my entire mouth, sweep his delicious tongue everywhere. I feel myself sinking into him, becoming one with him, our bodies joined and unlikely to separate again. He moves over me with such skill, touching all the spots that bring me pleasure and make me moan. He settles between my open thighs, his mouth just next to my warm curlies, his breath stirring them. I feel his breath, then the very tip of his talented tongue as it reaches out and starts tracing my slit. His hands hold mine and his tongue is the only part of his body touching me, licking me. His tongue continues up and down, delving deeper with each stroke. The sides of his soft tongue glide over my inner lips, making the tissue swell and open further, inviting him into my most secret part. God, just the tip of his tongue is making me wriggle and moan with delight. I wish I could just pull his face deeply into me, but another part of me is enjoying the incredibly tantalizing massage. Our fingers are interlinked, my legs spread open and my sweet lover is slowly taking me to that point where I am lost to all reality. Now, he spreads his tongue, making it flat and smooth, and it slides up and down my pinkness, lapping at my clit, which is now at full attention. It is engorged beyond belief, throbbing and aching for release. Occasionally, Sean will stop and look up at me, a smile on his shiny face, and lick his lips with such delight. He returns to his work, happily burying his face in my curlies and his tongue in my hot pinkness, lapping again at the renewed juices. Now, his tongue moves further, finding my pussy lips and plunging into me. Ah, his tongue is so talented, moving in and out of me, making my hips thrust against him, making me beg him for release. But he knows his business, takes me right to the brink of coming and then stops his ministrations. I am a mass of need, my entire body aching to come. I ask him to help me, to let me come, to give me the touch I need to go into that heavenly haze. But he has other plans. He kisses my sweet mound one more time and moves up my body, kissing all that cool skin that has been waiting for his touch. His face is shiny with my juices and he kisses me deeply on the mouth, sharing my taste. I lick his face clean, my tongue happily lingering on his soft lips and chin. I can feel his cock resting between my legs, cushioned by my curlies, throbbing against me. Now he is kissing my neck, my shoulders, turning me slowly until he can reach the nape of my neck, that most tender spot. He brushes my hair away and kisses me there, slowly and sensuously. I shiver with desire, my hips still moving against him and then the pillows, my need growing once again. Ah, his sweet mouth moves down, following my spine, lingering finally at the soft hollow right at my waist. How does he know my sweet spots? It is as if he has a map, with all my favorite spots marked. His hands are holding my hips, his mouth is making love to the small of my back, his tongue and lips moving together to make me shiver with desire. I lift my hips from the pillows, moving my ass up into the air, my legs slightly spread, wondering what his response will be to that invitation. Sean quickly responds. His mouth moves down my soft cheeks. His tongue traces the curves, the hollows. I am moving into that glorious haze of sensuality, lost in the feeling of Sean touching me and making me his. I have a fleeting thought of the open window, the possibility of being watched, but even that is nearly lost in my desire for this man. Somehow, the music works its way into my head and I am aware of the song being played. Sean stops his exploration and moves up to lie beside me. Once again, I feel his mouth touch mine and I am lost in the moment, sinking into him, feeling only his succulent mouth against mine. He stands and pulls me up with him. Without a word, we moved together, holding each other tightly and begin to dance. His mouth moves over mine, his body presses against me, filling me with desire. This is the dance we started in the bar earlier, finally moving to completion. We are moving together, dancing as if we have been together always. I feel his engorged cock against me, I can feel my moisture wetting my thighs. Sean turns me to the windows. He moves behind me until he is pressed flesh against flesh. His hands reach around and cup my breasts, pinching the brown nipples and making them ache. His face appears over my shoulder in the reflection, his lips moving on my shoulders and back. As he kisses my back, he moves away from me. His hands on my waist pull me back until I am slightly away from the glass, bent forward. His fingers reach between my thighs and spread my legs, opening me for him. I feel his heat as he moves to me, I feel the hardness of his engorged cock as it approaches me. His hands tighten on my hips as he moves into me, slowly at first, just teasing me with the velvety head, moving slowly up and down my slit. Then he moves faster, moving up and down and in and out. Yes, finally, into my lovely, needy pinkness. I can see in the window the reflection of his cock, its movements into me and the shininess as it is pulled out again. I can't help myself and start thrusting back against him, feeling his groin as it rubs against my ass, softly at first, then with more force. I want this man. I want him deeply inside me. I call out to him to fuck me, fuck me hard and deep. I am using words I have only used in my mind, saying aloud all the things I have only read before. I tell him my cunt is hungry, it is so needy. I beg him to fuck me hard, make me ache, fill me with come. He is pounding into me now, I feel the impact every time his groin slams into my soft ass cheeks. His hand leaves my waist and moves down my tummy, into my curlies. I feel his fingers enter my slit and search for my demure clit, finally finding it and starting a circular massage. It throbs to life under his magical touch, growing hard and needy. My hands are flat on the glass, as I just revel in his touch. His cock continues thrusting into me, his fingers circling my now-distended clit. I know I am so close, so ready to come. I am striving for that feeling, that point of no return, when my body will just take over and help me reach release. Then I hear him. Sean is whispering to me, telling me to look across the lobby, look into the office across from us. I look up and see the man, his body so very still in his desk chair, his eyes focused on us, watching intently as we make love. God, knowing we are being watched is the final touch. I can feel my legs locking, the heat traveling up their length and my center begin the spasms that shake my entire body. My pinkness clamps onto Sean's cock, pulling it deeper still. I cry out, calling his name, my throat aching as I feel the moans ripped from me. I feel I am looking right into the worker's eyes, as I come and throb. Sean is completely still through all of this, waiting. Suddenly, I feel his cock pounding into me, swelling and throbbing as his come fills me. My muscles are milking him, draining him. As our breathing returns to normal, I feel Sean slip from my warmth. He pulls me into his arms and down into the pillow nest, covering us with a quilt. His hand curves over my still throbbing mound as I settle my head on his shoulder. To Be Continued...