Final check of the mirror, make up done, dress straightened, a little cleavage, but not too much. Quick check in the bag, phone, purse, keys, lipstick, “parfait” she thought.
The taxi journey felt like an age, she had waited so long for this night and it was finally here. As the rain pounded down on the metal and glass surrounding her, the bright lights of the city reflected in the puddles outside, finally she was there. The doorman of the hotel opened the car door, the revolution of Uber meant no scrabbling round for spare change and worrying about whether the tip was right.
As she made her way through the lobby, her heels clicking on the tiled floor, she felt the butterflies in her tummy. It was as though everyone was watching her, like she was in a movie. She took her seat at the booth in the corner of the bar and ordered an espresso martini, she desperately needed the caffeine hit.
“Oh and may I have a glass of soda water too , s’il vous plait” the French subconsciously slipping out at the end.
Watching the clock tick, the sound almost deafening as the day slid away. The reservation was for 8pm but it still felt like an eternity away. Walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on, the towel dropped to the cold hard floor and he tentatively stepped under the shower head, the hot beads bouncing ferociously off his taut body. Squirting some shampoo into his palm and massaging it into his scalp, turning the temperature dial up so the water was almost boiling, skin reddening as he rubbed the soap across his chest. His eyes closed and mind wandered back to that one fleeting moment they had actually met, her chocolate skin glistening under the lights, her piercing eyes staring right into his being. He resisted the urge to relieve some tension and quickly washed off the soap as time was ticking away.
Staring in the mirror and glancing into the bedroom to the red LED, 7:40pm. Twenty minutes to go.
Rushing back into the bedroom, picking up the neatly folded clothes and slipping on the black boxers and crisp dark denim jeans, sitting on the bed and pulling on his socks before grabbing the brown brogues from the box by his side. Back to the bathroom and a spray of deodorant and a few squirts of cologne across the neck and body and one for luck downstairs.. “hey you never know” he thought as he smirked in the mirror.
Back to the bedroom and taking the perfectly ironed, box fresh white cotton shirt from the hanger.
A quick puff of the cheeks, and the final touches of the Rolex his dad left him before checking that wallet and room key were present.
Staring intently at the entrance, biting her lip nervously, the excitement building, the maitre d appeared out of nowhere, “Madame, are you ok? Can I get you anything else?”
“Oh I’m good thank you sir”
A wry smile and the door opens.. is it..
“Stay calm, STAY CALM” she tells herself repeatedly but she knows her face is beaming, his biceps, pressing out of his brilliant white shirt, his thighs stretching every inch of the skinny jeans, and those shoes, her mama always told her that you can tell a lot about a man from his shoes, and they were on point. Classical and quirky. He just oozed charm.
Their eyes met and she could feel the smile emanating from her soul.
The lift seemed to take an age. It was only 12 floors but might as well have been 112. I suppose that’s what a classic renovated elevator does for you, you know the ones with the iron doors that draw open before the external doors. As he walked through the lobby to the restaurant his mind began to wander. A quick polish of the shoes on the back of his jeans before entering the dining area. His eyes darted across the floor, was she even here? He’d left his phone upstairs, he wanted zero distractions tonight so hadn’t even checked and then all of a sudden he caught her in the corner of his eye.
It was those piercing eyes and movie star smile that he saw first, then slowly gazing downwards, her perfectly toned legs that went on for miles, she looked stunning, but then again he expected nothing less. Approaching the table, the maitre d followed hastily.
Monsieur, Madame, May I take you to your table now?
He could sense the confusion in those deep dark eyes.
As he approached, the butterflies turned into eagles, her stomach was performing flips and each step he made her feel like there was no one else in the room. Her eyes saw the maitre D behind and just before he could sit down Victor asked could he take them to their table. She thought this was their table but thought better of interrupting. She grabbed her purse as they were led up a narrow hallway and into a small private lift, unlike all the others in the hotel, as the elevator climbed she just kept looking at the floor, she felt a hand suddenly grab her backside firmly, rubbing, and warm breath by her neck. It sent shivers to her core. She had longed for this touch, all the more exciting as Victor was merely inches away. She heard a feint whisper breathlessly in her ear. “ I hope you know what you’re in for Princess”, her legs almost gave way but she regained her composure as the lift opened and she was on the top floor, 360 degree view of the city below and beautifully lit palm trees lining the rooftop pool. “Dining al fresco tonight Madame” ushered Victor.
Pausing for a moment to take in the view, he shook Victor’s hand and slipped him a fifty. “Monsieur once the food has been consumed, the penthouse suite is yours. Everything has been taken care of as requested.”
His eyes cast back over Victor’s shoulder as she was excitedly looking over the balcony at the city below. Her curves hugging every inch of the dress in all the right places. Snapping out of the gaze as the waiter brought the starter and drinks, pulling out her seat and delicately placing the napkin across her lap. Joining her at the table he could see her eyes sparkling under the blue lights. They tuck into the meal, a relaxed silence, with just glances, touches of the hand and smiles, the city bustling below.
The courses, flew past, the conversation picking up, but all very polite, work, news…… quite ‘vanilla ‘really but they were both aware of where this was headed.
The meal flowed, as with the wine, she couldn’t believe all of this was happening, these things never happened to a girl like her, but here she was, atop the place to be in the city, the waiter taking her seat and covering her lap with the napkin, her glass was never empty despite drinking constantly to stop her mouth from drying with the nerves. Every so often he would reach across and gently brush her hand, the hairs would stand on end and her stomach would go once again. ‘What the fuck was this feeling!’ His hands were masculine yet the touches were delicate, feather light.
As the desserts were brought out, she slowly lifted her foot out of her heel and gently slid it across the table. She felt his leg through the sheer material and slowly rubbed up and down his calf. His smile widened and his muscles tensed. As the plates were taken away, a bucket with a bottle of champagne was laid before them as the waiter smiled.
“Monsieur, Madame, please”
Their seats were moved and they were led up the spiral staircase to the suite.
“Any problems please just call…”
The door hadn’t even closed and she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her back to the doorway, her arse banging the door firmly shut..
“Mine” he growled down her ear as she froze to the spot, opening her neck up to his mouth, waiting to let herself go.
Quick as a flash her wrists were pinned above her head, their mouths connected and the kiss was as electric as she had hoped. His tongue caressed and teased her lips and plunged in her mouth she felt her legs buckle but his strength in holding her wrists kept her steady and then it happened.
She felt his free hand slide her skirt up over her thighs, and within a split second and a firm tug her panties were torn away and cast to the floor, her pussy cold from the air conditioning but warming in anticipation. His fingers teased over her clit and firmly rubbed up and down her lips. She was losing all control.
As soon as the door closed he knew she was his. He had longed for this time, but also knew she deserved to be treated like a Princess. His mouth was teasing her neck, has hands were pushing her wrists high above her head, her dress bursting by her full breasts at the unnatural position. His free hand wandered and his lip curled as the soft material of her knickers gave way at the firm tug. His breathing hitched as he felt the warmth between her thighs, each touch releasing a little more. He could feel his jeans tighten and as she gasped and her legs gave way, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. Tossing her to the bed her dress riding up revealing her perfectly waxed pussy. Unbuckling his belt and kicking away his shoes, he stripped down within seconds, his shirt pulled over his head.
Lying above her and staring into her eyes, he once again kissed that gorgeous neck, sucking and biting as she positioned herself closer to him, almost begging to feel him inside her. She felt his tip rubbing her clit and the pressure sent chills through her core.. desperate for more she wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels in his arse, easing his length inside her, her lips dragging his foreskin over his shaft, her gasps as she stretched around him rocking gently at first, grinding to fill every inch of her.
Picking up momentum she could feel herself already to explode ..
“Stop stop stop not yet”
Looking down at her curvaceous figure, his eyes fixated on that gorgeous face, her reactions telling him all he needed to know as he teased her, making her want him even more. Then he felt her heels jar against his backside and suddenly he was deep inside her, that sensation as his length entered her, her walls adjusting to take him feeling better than ever.
Rocking against her body and reaching behind to bind her ankles together with his hand, her perfectly rounded arse exposed to him as she lifted up to get the perfect angle.
As she gasped with each thrust she couldn’t help but reach down and slowly tease her hardening nipples, tweaking and tugging them between her perfectly manicured fingertips (slut red of course) the sensations were simply electric as each thrust sent her closer and closer. Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw the full length mirrored wardrobes, unlocking her legs and wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down to her face ‘wait, wait, she tenderly whispered, I want to watch’ before averting her gaze to the side of the room.
Wondering why she had released her hold and feeling her warm hands linked around his neck, she whispered, looked and instantly he knew what she wanted. Slowly easing out of her he reached around her body and spun her round by the waist, in no time she was on all fours and parted her legs. Slowly moving closer and guiding his now throbbing cock he pushed between her arse cheeks and guided himself inside her now soaked pussy. ‘Fuck’ he thought as the change of angle gripped him tighter than before and as he looked down at her backing into him he saw the change of angle on her head.
Within no time she was exactly where she wanted, she grabbed a couple of pillows to rest on as she tilted her head sideways. As she caught them in the mirror she could feel her clit tingling, reaching between her legs and placing extra pressure as he slid fully in and out, his body slapping her arse as her gorgeous breasts bounced with the rhythm. She felt ready to explode again but didn’t want the enjoyment to end and then she muttered ‘my hair’….
Watching in the mirror was far more of a turn on than any porn he had watched, especially with this gorgeous, curvy girl he had connected with as the star. As he built up the pace, the friction making his dick twitch and throb inside her, he heard her mumble something.. he processed it as at first he thought she’d said it hurts and was unsure whether to stop but her body gave away that this wasn’t the case. He slowly reached forward and slid his hand over her head, gripping her neck and then carefully wrapping her shoulder length hair around his fingers, then as she bucked away from him he tugged firmly and her head snapped back and she felt herself pulled back onto his dick.
She gasped loudly in shock and excitement. ‘Fuck yeah, harder she begged’. It was like a switch had been set off inside her, her hands now face down on the bed supporting her as her legs buckled, each thrust accompanied by a controlling tug of her hair bringing her back to position. The moans getting louder and louder and this reaction taking him to the brink. Suddenly the hand pushed her head forward and she was glad for the respite as she felt she could literally explode. She buried her head in the pillow as he grabbed her waist, fucking her harder, her juices now coating his cock, a loud moan left her mouth and her body went to jelly, her pussy now cold around his shaft signalling her climax. He reached round and pinched her clit as he took himself over the edge, unable to wait any longer as his dick exploded deep inside her. She grinned against him in circular motions making sure she squeezes out every last drop, her thighs getting coated in the mixture as they both slumped breathlessly to the bed in a heap, bodies beaded with sweat.
Her mind and body were exhausted from the moment. As she tried to regain her breath she felt a cold sensation on her arse.. ‘What the fuck’ before realising he was just passing her a bottle of water from the side of the bed.
Screwing off the top and gulping it down, it was almost the best feeling in the world. Almost..
Ready for round two sir….