He stood in the darkened room, anticipation making him aware of every sound outside the door; footsteps and voices making his ears strain for that one sound. Would she really come? They had been talking about it for so long, months now, and after careful planning, here he was. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket again; she was five minutes past their agreed time of noon, sharp. Traffic? Second thoughts? He wanted to pace, but the room was too dark for that, so he forced himself to stand still and take a deep breath.
A soft knock on the door. He smiled at that. Even her knock was what he expected of her, feminine but not hesitant. He opened the door, closing his eyes at the same time so as not to catch a glimpse of her. The door closed and she whispered into the darkness "Hello." There was a rustle of fabric, a sound of something sliding to the floor, her coat. He stretched out his hand and found hers. So much smaller than his and cold, she must have had to walk a distance to the hotel. "Hello," he whispered back. She stepped closer, still holding his hand, close enough that he could feel her presence, smell the spicy floral of her perfume, the mint sweetness on her breath. "Hello," he said again, unsure for a moment, alone in this room with this stranger, his stranger, and the thoughts of what was about to happen. "Hello again," she replied, and he could hear the smile in her voice. She stepped closer still, her body pressing lightly against him, her hands sliding up his arms to grasp his shoulders, pulling him in, down.
The first kiss was surrender, absolutely unhurried, exquisitely sensual. Did it last a minute or an hour? He didn't know, didn't care, he only wanted more. He wrapped his hands around her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the silky material of her dress. He kissed her, slowly again, tasting her lips, heard her sigh; a mix of release and absolute pleasure. Another kiss now, this one passionate, deeper. He could hear her breath come faster, matching his own, the sensual turning to the erotic.
A kiss, again, her tongue to taste now, and his. Her hands in his hair, his in hers, then exploring, sliding down her back, cupping her ass lightly, then more firmly, pulling her tighter against him.
A soft knock on the door. He smiled at that. Even her knock was what he expected of her, feminine but not hesitant. He opened the door, closing his eyes at the same time so as not to catch a glimpse of her. The door closed and she whispered into the darkness "Hello." There was a rustle of fabric, a sound of something sliding to the floor, her coat. He stretched out his hand and found hers. So much smaller than his and cold, she must have had to walk a distance to the hotel. "Hello," he whispered back. She stepped closer, still holding his hand, close enough that he could feel her presence, smell the spicy floral of her perfume, the mint sweetness on her breath. "Hello," he said again, unsure for a moment, alone in this room with this stranger, his stranger, and the thoughts of what was about to happen. "Hello again," she replied, and he could hear the smile in her voice. She stepped closer still, her body pressing lightly against him, her hands sliding up his arms to grasp his shoulders, pulling him in, down.
The first kiss was surrender, absolutely unhurried, exquisitely sensual. Did it last a minute or an hour? He didn't know, didn't care, he only wanted more. He wrapped his hands around her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the silky material of her dress. He kissed her, slowly again, tasting her lips, heard her sigh; a mix of release and absolute pleasure. Another kiss now, this one passionate, deeper. He could hear her breath come faster, matching his own, the sensual turning to the erotic.
A kiss, again, her tongue to taste now, and his. Her hands in his hair, his in hers, then exploring, sliding down her back, cupping her ass lightly, then more firmly, pulling her tighter against him.
