The surprise was that he was there. She hadn't expected that. She had made sure he knew she would be there; but it was just in small talk, she tried to tell herself. Secretly, she hoped he would be there. But she couldn't admit that to him. She could barely admit it to herself. And now, there he was, getting off the elevator and walking across the room toward her. She put on her best "What are you doing here?" look as he approached.
"Hi. Surprised to see me?" he asked. "Actually, yes. What are you doing here?" she replied.
"Well, I came to see you. Didn't you expect me to be here? You told me you were staying at this hotel. I assumed it was because you wanted me to come by." he said smiling and pausing just long enough to let her know that he knew, and then, before she could speak, said, "Actually, I had a meeting earlier this afternoon downtown. But, that is done, and I had time to kill, so, I just took a chance that I might actually run into you and came by."
"Well, lucky you." She said. "You found me."
They chatted about the day and the next day and the day before. Noticably staying away from what was happening the rest of the day and that night. Finally, there was little small talk left. "What are you doing for the rest of the day? he finally asked.
"Actually I just wanted to relax awhile. Tomorrow will be a hard day." She said.
"Oh. Ok. That's fine. I guess I should probably go, then." he said, and started to head to the elevator. "But you don't know what you're missing." he added.
"Actually" she said, "I need to ride down with you and get something from my car" ignoring his offer.
"Ok. Let's go then."
They walked to the elevators. She walked in front. He was watching. She was talking as she walked and she would turn her head towards him and then away as she walked. He would catch a glimpse of her neck as she turned; showing the part that connected to the top of her shoulder. That place that he so often wanted to kiss; to bite and make goose bumps run all over her. He watched as she walked. Not really an exaggerated walk; but one with confidence. He lingered on the curve of her breast and the sway of her hips. Down to the spike heels she was wearing.
She turned again and caught him looking. She smiled and he saw the smile. It was not just a "I'm happy" smile. It was a "I'm watching you watching me, and I like it" smile.
They got to the elevator and it opened. Just the two of them there, the doors closing. Then a hand through the doors and they opened again. A 20-something, tall, stunning girl stepped in. "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't mind if I join you for the ride, do you? she asked. Of course, they both said no. But neither of them was telling the truth. She rode one floor and promptly got off.
"Well. I guess she just wanted to ride long enough to get you excited a little." she said.
"Actually." he said as he moved quickly toward her. He repeated himself "Actually, I was concerned about hiding the fact that I was already excited." He was standing very close to her. She wasn't sure what was happening or about to happen. His statement about hiding his excitement was puzzling until he pressed himself against her and she felt his already hard cock against the top of her thigh. "I was already excited watching you."
She started to say something, but only sound and no word came out. He had put his hands on her back and was pulling her to him in an embrace that had been a long time coming. He was kissing that spot on her neck and as he began to lightly bite her there, she shivered just as he knew she would. He moved up her neck to the spot just under her ear and was kissing and sucking and nibbling. She still had not spoken, but her body was responding. He moved his head away slightly and then kissed her. Mmm. It began as a slow kiss. Exploring. Tasting. She doing the same. But it became more frantic as their bodies began to respond more. Their hands exploring. Feeling, touching, discovering those places very familiar in sight, yet completely new to touch.
The elevator moved differently, signaling a stop. Somehow, they realized it. The embrace was broken. Clothes straightened. The space between them quickly expanded. The doors opened. No one there. She started to exit. An arm quickly blocked her path; reaching across to the number pad.
"What floor is your room on?" he asked.
"What? I mean, Why? What?" she stammered.
"Nine" she responded. "But," she started.
He pressed "9" and the doors closed. "But. But." she stammered.
"I'll leave if you tell me to; but you have to tell me. And you have to do it right now. Now." he said. He had already moved against her again. She could feel his hard cock again, pressing against her. His hands on her back; firmly holding her against him. She began to realize what was happening with her own body. She could feel her nipples pressing hard against her bra. Her knees were a little unsure. Her breathing was short and heart was racing. And, there was a definite twinge between her legs. One she recognized. One she liked.
"Too late" he said, and he kissed her again. She kissed him. Tongues exploring. She felt his hands move down her back to her ass and pull her into him. She moved slightly so that his cock was rubbing hard against her pubic bone. Arching her back slightly trying to have it rub a little lower. Her clit was already wanting attention.
This time they missed the elevator stopping. They only heard the bell and quickly disengaged as the doors opened. Another couple standing at the door gave them the "we know what you're up to" look, the girl giggled and then got on the elevator.
She walked to the room and fumbled with the key; putting the wrong end in first. "Let me help put that in" he said grinning, and took the card. She giggled nervously and moved behind him as he put the card in the lock.
The door was open, they were in the room and then the door was closed. Everything was new, everything was exciting; everything was uncertain.
They kissed again. And again.
Their hands were exploring more and more. His hands moved up and down her back, down around her ass and back up her stomach to her breasts. Then back down her stomach to the spot between her legs, now hot and wet. Rubbing through the clothes. While she had moved her hands from the back of his head, down his back and around to his stomach and chest. Then down to his hard member. She rubbed it, top to bottom, and again, and again. She reached for his belt buckle. He stopped her.
"No. Not yet." he said. "Not until you ask for it."
"What?" she said. "I have to ask? What if I don't?"
"We'll see" he replied.
He kissed her again and began to unbutton her blouse. She watched as he did, wondering what all was about to happen. He removed her blouse and sat her down on the edge of the bed. He lifted her foot and slowly began to take off her shoe and then the other. "Did you wear these for me?" he asked. "You know how I like these shoes." referring to her heels.
She began to sit up, reaching for him, but he pushed her back to the bed. "listen" she began. "No. You just need to be patient and quiet." he insisted.
But she didn't want to be quiet or patient. Her adrenaline was flowing. The excitement was too much to ignore. Now that they had touched, she wanted more and wanted it now.
While she was thinking, he had gripped the elastic of her skirt at the waste and began pulling it off. She gasped slightly. "Wait" But it was too late. Although she was saying "wait" she had lifted her hips to let him remove all of the clothing that was covering her. "Well, well." He said, seeing that she had decided it was a "no under ware" day. "You were expecting me." She giggled; partially because of nervousness, partially because of the look of delight on his face and partially in anticipation.
He paused, then let the tips of his fingers slowly move up and down her legs, just to the inside of her thigh from her knee to a spot just below the spot she really wanted him to touch.
"Be very still" he said. He stood up and took off his shirt and then shoes and socks. He climbed onto the bed beside her. He took each strap from her bra down over her arms. Then slowly folded down the top part of each cup of the bra so that the bra was covering only the lower half of each breast. Her nipples were showing; alert--wanting some attention. She reached for him; but again he insisted she wait. "I may just have to help you be still." He said. He looked quickly around the room. On the dressing table, a pair of panty hose and a scarf. On the windows, cords holding back the drapes. He moved to collect them quickly.
"Now, hold on a minute" she said. He quickly climbed on the bed and sat straddling her before she even knew it.
"Oh, I think you'll like what I have in mind. And, you won't be bound so tight that you can't get free if you really want to."
She didn't quite know what to do. What did he have in mind? She trusted him, but was still unsure. And, he was sitting on her.
He tied one wrist with the panty hose and one with the scarf. He leaned forward to tie the end of each to the bed. His cock was just above her face. She could see the outline of it through his pants. Hard. She reached up and put her mouth on it, pants and all. "No. No. No" he said. "Not yet. You first." He turned around, still sitting on her, and tied the cord on each ankle. Then, moved to tie the other ends of the cords to the bed--at each corner.
There she was, naked except for her bra still cupping her breasts, although not covering them, and spread on the bed. He walked out of the room into the bath room. She heard water running. What was he doing?
He came back in with a wash cloth. It was wet and he laid in on the table beside the bed. "What are you going to do with that? she asked. "You ask too many questions. Just be patient. I'm in charge now." He reached down and kissed her again. A long deep kiss. One that took her mind off of the little bit of anxiety she still was having. She kissed him back. She reached to put her hands on him--not thinking--but couldn't. Oh, she might not like this, she thought.
The kiss was over and he was kissing her neck again. Then her shoulders. All the time his hands exploring more and more. He would come oh so close to her nipples and her pussy, but never touch either. She was really beginning to want him to touch her. She would squirm as he came close, trying to move her body to the place where his hand would find the spots that so wanted to be touched. But he would move. He was kissing her chest, just above her breasts, and then to the top of her breasts and to the side. A quick flick of his tongue to an erect nipple brought a slight gasp from her. He reached under her back and un-clasped the bra and removed it completely.
She was completely naked and he was moving to lick and kiss every part of her body; arms and legs, stomach, under each breast.
Abruptly he stood up. He reached over and took the wash cloth. He began to rub it over her body. It was cool and it felt good. He was slowly rubbing her face and neck and then put it over her eyes--and left it there.
"What are you doing? I can't see. I don't like this. Take this off." She exclaimed in rapid fire.
"Just hold on. You should just try to enjoy. You really don't have much choice" he laughed.
"Now you just wait a minute! she insisted. He put his hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear: "I would never hurt you. You know me. Just relax."
He was right, she did know him. He was kind and not the sort to hurt anyone. She was startled by not being able to see. It removed the final bit of control she had.
He got off the bed. She could hear him rumbling around. "What are you doing? Where are you? she asked. "Shhh. Be quiet." he would say.
She felt the bed move. He was on the bed. She was startled when she felt his hands on her legs; moving up and down. It felt different. What was he doing. She smelled something. Lotion. Lotion from the bath room. He was rubbing lotion on her legs. It felt good. Then to her arms. It was cool and nice.
Ohh. A hand brushed across her nipple and then the other as he rubbed across her chest. Then again as his hand moved the other direction. And again, again.
He was still. The sound. Like something tearing; cloth tearing. She could feel him close to her face. His lips on hers. Another kiss which she accepted and returned. Then another feeling on her forehead, down her temple, down her cheek and then to the other side. What was that. It was soft and tickled somewhat; like a feather. Where would he get a feather? Was it a feather? It was on her neck, under her chin, all around. Then, she could feel it on her nipple. It really tickled, but it felt good too. Down her stomach, up and down her legs. And then nothing.
Nothing. Nothing at all. She had not felt any movement in the bed; so he was still there. What was he doing?
"Oh" she exclaimed as a finger moved from the top of her leg down the "v" that is made between your stomach and leg when your leg is lifted. Moved down lower and lower until it was touching her pubic hair, touching so close to her lips, but not yet touching them. Then, startled again. His mouth on her breast, on her nipple, warm and wet. He sucked it and flicked his tongue. Nibbling softly. Suddenly, his hand on her other breast. Holding it, cupping it, softly. Deft fingers giving her the attention she had been wanting.
Now he was kissing her body. Licking it. Biting. One hand at the on the inside of her thigh, so close to her pussy. So close. She squirmed. His hand moved. Now rubbing on her mound. Oh. "Lower, lower" she whispered. "Shhh" he said and quieted her with another kiss. Then, while kissing her, quickly a finger found its way inside. Hot and wet. She took a quick breath in and let out a soft moan. She moved her hips with his hand, trying to press against him. Then he was gone.
He was not touching her at all. She felt the scarf pulling, and then realized her right hand had been released. She felt for him. There. A hand on his chest. Rubbing, rubbing down his stomach and quickly to feel his cock. Hard, upright and naked. He was naked. She felt it up and down. Letting her hand "see" for her. She moved her hand up and down the shaft, down to his balls and back up. Rubbing her fingers around the head and to the tip, finding a drop of precum, which she whisked away on one finger to her mouth for a taste. Then back, now moving up and down the length of his cock. Up and down, up and down. Thinking about it being in her mouth. Thinking about it being between her legs, inside her.
He stood up and she felt a tugging on her arm. He was tying her hand again.
"No. Don't do that" she said in a pleading tone. "Don't" she repeated. "It's not fair. It's just not fair. Untie me. At least ....... Oh. God. Oh. Oh" Her requests interrupted as she realized that his tongue had parted her pussy lips and he was tasting her. He ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit, paying special attention to her clit at each pass. His head was between her legs and he reached his arms under each leg, pulling each leg up so her knees would be raised and he would have full access. She realized her legs weren't tied. She moved her feet up and spread her legs to fully open herself to his mouth and tongue. She tried to reach to his head, but couldn't. She squirmed and moaned. Her back arching as his tongue found her spot again and again. He would flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue, then rub up and down on it with the flat part of his tongue, moving down to lick up and down from the clit to the wet, hot opening--tasting her fully. His hands on each of her breasts, rubbing them; rubbing her nipples, now fully erect; pinching them slightly.
Her breathing quickened and her muscles began to tense, soft moans becoming slightly audible and growing louder. Her back arched again. She pressed her head hard against the bed as her neck arched upward.
She had been relatively quiet, but began to talk: "Oh. Ummm. Ummm. Please. Yes. Right there. Right there. Yes. Yes. There. Harder. Oh, Please" He pressed his face harder against her, inside her. His tongue finding her spot again and again. Her body responded. A jerk, muscles involuntarily tensing, releasing and tensing again. Pulling against the restraints, she pulled one hand loose and grabbed the back of his head. Then moved it to his hand on her breast, causing him to squeeze harder. "Oh. Oh, Now, Now." He continued to press against her clit, and slid two fingers inside her just at the time he could feel the walls contract and squeeze against them. He pressed hard, pushing them in as far as he could.
He paused just a few seconds to let her body calm after cumming so hard; but just for a few seconds. And he started again. She was already on the edge of cumming again, but he was not so insistent this time. Slower, easier. She could hardly stand it.
"I want it in me" she said. "I want it in me. Please. Please." He moved his face from between her legs. She used her free hand to remove the cover from her eyes. His face was wet with her juices. He licked his lips and wiped his face, moving to kiss her.
"You can't watch yet" he said and moved up over her body, reaching to put the cover back on her eyes. She still had both knees up, legs spread. He placed the cloth on her eyes and in the same motion, slid his hard cock inside her pussy, wet and hot. Just the tip, as she sucked in a quick breath in surprise and anticipation. Then, pressed it deep inside while she moved to take it as deep as it could go……..