He sat nervously, impatiently waiting for her reply. His leg bounced up and down; his mind raced as he tried to calm his nerves which were sparking through his body. He consciously took several long, slow, deep breaths as he stared at his phone. Squirming in his seat, he felt his cock twitch and start to grow hard. He had to shift about to relieve the pressure growing in his trousers. While it had only been seconds since he sent her a note announcing his arrival, it felt like an eternity. Rational thought escaped him, and his thoughts spun off and into fantasy.

 

He felt as if he was trembling inside as he approached her door. Doing a double take glance at her note, he verified her room number as he slowly made his way down the long corridor. His chest was pounding, ringing loud in his ears – he made a vein attempt to calm his nerves with a long deep breath as he stood in front of her door, summoning the courage to push it open and step inside. He was thankful that she had left it unlocked for him. Quietly, he slipped inside and closed the door behind him. She startled him as he turned away from the door, appearing out of nowhere, she stood smiling at him. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to stammer out a pleasant greeting. Her eyes sparkled as she giggled at his stuttering salutation. His face flushed hot and bright – the growing swell in his pants throbbed as his vision drifted from the beauty of her twinkling eyes and meandered down into her cleavage and around and over her luscious curves.

 

Her voice was music in his ears as she spoke – but he didn’t and couldn’t comprehend her greeting. She appeared as a mystical goddess in front of him – her body covered only by the satiny soft fabric of her lace highlighted gown. As his eyes slithered into the valley of her breasts, his cock continued to stiffen – her nipples strained against the delicate lace as if begging to be set free. Around the curve of her hips and down between her thighs his eyes traveled. Swallowing hard, he squirmed as he stood, trying to relieve the growing bulge which wanted to burst forth from his pants. His whole body felt like a serpent, coiled and ready to devour its prey. All thoughts of decorum escaped his rational thought as she stood seductively and silently before him.

 

She whelped, her fists pounded at his chest as he pounced towards her. He had startled her, his usual meek manner had evaporated – he grabbed her wrists, pressed his body to hers and pushed her back against the wall. She twisted and struggled against him, but his bulk held her in place. His lips smothered onto hers, his chest compressed onto her breasts, his hands pinned her arms above her head, his kiss stole her breath. She squirmed and wriggled against his body, but as his lips tasted hers, she flushed hot, her nipples tingled, her pulse quickened, and she felt her body begin to glisten. As their tongues danced, he felt her struggles relax – he loosened his grip, his fingers ran through her hair, onto her neck, then to her shoulders. She trembled – feeling the throbbing pulse of his stiffened groin pressing against her.

 

Slowly, seductively he waltzed her back and further into the room. Magically, he slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders – the faint burning ember deep inside her sparked hot, her flesh seemed to ignite as the delicate fabric easily floated down to the floor. His hands compressed on her sides, his thumbs flickered at the stiffened peaks of her chest as he purposefully pushed her down into the plushness of the sofa. His fingertips flickered down as he lowered himself before her – like a knight kneeling to his queen – he dropped to his knees. Feeling the unmistakable dampness of desire, her body melted into the softness of her throne as his palms stroked her thighs, gently urging them apart.

 

Feeling her fingers on his scalp, his body trembled as he kissed her belly – his tongue flickering lightly to taste the sweetness of her skin. The feel of his fingertips swirling onto her breasts, the firm pinch of his digits teasing her nipples made her back arch and she thrust her hips upwards and into him. His tongue darted and danced, slipped, and slithered lower. Her heartbeat accelerated, her breath quickened as she felt the warm dampness of his breath breeze over the petals of her flower and the sandpaper roughness of his cheeks between her thighs. He felt the gouge of her fingernails on his head the instant the flutter of his tongue slipped into her folds - slurping and swirling over her precious pleasure point. The warmth of his palms, the twist of his fingers over her breasts flipped her switch – her body trembled, then started to convulse. As the dancing delight of his tongue probed for her pleasure, he turned up the heat – her simmer became a boil – her breath a pant – her tremors intensified – her body transformed into his delicious dessert.

 

She felt her nipples stiffen against the silky, satiny fabric of her gown as she spied him sitting nervously in his car down below her. She giggled to herself as she watched him twitch and squirm as he stared into his phone. Her body tingled with anticipation, but she would make him wait. Knowing with each moment that passed his passion and desire would escalate – she paused a moment longer before pressing send for her reply… “come on up…”

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