CHAPTER 2
There is no doubt about it, this woman is oozing sexy, I thought, unable to control the path of my thoughts. “Now that we’ve settled the problem, are you hungry? I was just getting ready to go find some food when all of this happened. “That sounds good,” she replied. “I need to go back up to the room to get my purse and things though.” “Of course.”
In a matter of minutes, we were once again on the elevator, returning to the ground floor, then walking out the door of that “fine” establishment, in search of a suitable eatery. As we walked, we talked – about nothing really, yet somehow it felt like everything. My intense attraction grew as she moved closer to let other pedestrians pass. When we settled on a small, intimate cafe, I held the door for her, gently letting my hand graze her arm as she passed through the doorway. I could hardly take my eyes off her. There was something… some charisma about her that drew me in, pulled me close, yet I tried desperately to hold myself at bay. I wanted her, but felt
unworthy. Yet I was feeling somehow bold around this woman. Something about her invited such; her assured poise attracted like a moth to a flame. The interior of the restaurant definitely had atmosphere. The lights were dim, the tables small and spaced so as to create an aura of privacy. Each table held a candlestick and two wineglasses, and as we were seated, the waiter lit the candle and poured red wine into the crystal glasses. I cleared my throat, not sure what to say, shyly averting my eyes. What am I doing? I asked myself. I’m eating at this intimate little restaurant with a beautiful woman that I don’t know, who is planning to share my hotel room and my bed this evening.
As these thoughts were swirling around in my head, she broke the silence, holding up her glass for a toast. “To you,” she said softly. “To you and your sweet kindness.” “But I did nothing out of the ordinary,” I protested weakly. “I simply offered to help you out when I was the cause of your distress in the first place.” “No one that I have ever known would do something like that for me,” she replied slowly, in that smoky, sultry voice of hers. “You are showing me that there are still good people left in the world.” She smiled, and I felt like I would slide from my chair into a pile of goo at her feet. How can a woman do that? I wondered. Simply smile, and render everyone within range completely paralyzed. We spent more than 3 hours over dinner, talking and laughing quietly, as if we were the only two people in the universe. No one else seemed to exist. I was mesmerized by her laugh, a silky, sensual chuckle that stopped just short of being a giggle. The way she smiled when she laughed was beautiful. Her full lips parted and stretched to show a row of sparkling white teeth, and her eyes seemed to radiate this light that made you catch your breath and wonder if you were seeing stars.
As we walked back towards our hotel through the dark streets illuminated by what seemed to be millions of streetlamps, I felt bold. I took a deep breath, then as we moved closer to dodge a trash can, I caught hold of her hand. Though I expected her to resist, she simply squeezed my hand and smiled at me. This woman is amazing, I thought to myself. Has she known all along how badly I want to make love to her? Though we didn’t speak during the three-block walk, we communicated. I could feel the electricity flowing between us, through our linked fingers. I looked over at her as I unlocked our hotel room. She smiled a lazy, sensual smile, and spoke barely above a whisper. “I believe there’s a hot tub downstairs,” she said. “I was thinking of heading down there. Will you come along?” “I’d love to,” I answered. “Just give me a second to grab my suit…” She disappeared into the bathroom to change, while I slipped into my suit in the bedroom. Within minutes she opened the door and walked out, wearing a silver string bikini, which only enhanced her dark skin and hair. I had to consciously keep my mouth from falling open. “Are you ready?” she asked innocently, as though completely unaware of how her appearance affected me. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I managed, still staring. I had never seen such an exquisitely perfect body before in my life, despite having been around the block more than once or twice in my lifetime.
The warm water and bubbling jets of the hot tub both relaxed and energized me. I sat on one side of the small circular pool, with my back braced against the wall. She was sitting directly opposite me, obviously pleased that the room was otherwise unoccupied. The water level came just to the tips of her well-rounded breasts, and the bubbling water lifted them occasionally, making it nearly impossible for me to concentrate on anything but the taut nipples underneath the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Suddenly she was no longer sitting across from me. She slid her body across the small pool and
seated herself in front of me, between my knees. “I have this terribly knotted muscle right here in my back,” she said coyly, pointing to her right shoulder blade. “Would you mind working on it for a little while?” “Of course,” I replied, placing my hands on her shoulders and taking a deep breath. “Like this?” I asked after a few seconds. “Mmmmmmhmmmmm,” she murmured softly, leaning back against my hands and wedging herself more firmly between my legs. I felt my body react instantaneously to the pressure of her body, and she smiled slowly, tracing her hands up and down my thighs.
I continued massaging her shoulders for a few minutes more, my hands slowly moving farther down her back until my hand rested directly over the loosly tied string to her bikini top. With one pull the top fell away, and my hands took the place it had just vacated. She gasped softly and pressed back against me as my fingers lightly grazed her sensitive nipples. She turned her head sideways, and I met her there, kissing her with a fire I didn’t know I contained. Our tongues met in an instant, and she told me with her mouth just what my hands were doing to her. In return, my tongue told her what she was doing to me – what she had been doing to me all night. I could hardly breathe, and when we finally came up for air, I was gasping, as was she. She breathlessly turned and began kissing a path down my neck and chest, tasting my skin as she went. When she reached the water level, her mouth returned while her hands went lower. Her tongue and teeth nibbled at my breasts through the wet fabric of my bathing suit, as her hands rested briefly on my hips. I moaned as her left hand traced up my thigh, skimming over my throbbing pussy, then returned to caress with increasing intensity.
With one hand tangled in her wet hair, my other hand caressed her silky smooth back, then cupped her breast, fingers rolling and pinching the erect nipple until she groaned with pleasure. She traced her way back up to my
mouth, her tongue swirling a path of fire as she went. Her soft, slim waist moved against me and I grabbed her hips, gently traced her belly, then dipped below the waist of her bottoms. As I did so, she quickly untied the strings to my own bikini top, kissing me with an intensity I had never felt before. Her body arched towards mine, then pulled away, teasing me until I could take no more. Finally my fingers found what they were searching for. Her pussy was dripping, and not from the hot tub. She gasped as I gently teased her clit, rubbing in a circular motion, twirling between my fingers. With each movement I slipped my fingers closer and closer to the sweet juices flowing from that marvelous pussy.