Hotel Fantasy Pt1

I barely know you, yet I know you so intimately and everything about you is driving me crazy; a thousand leagues or more apart and the thought of you makes my body pulse with adrenalin, my heartbeat quickens to a gallop and butterflies stir in my stomach. These feelings brought on purely by the words which you scribe, sculpting my subconscious fantasies and stealing the very breath away from me. Your words are a window into your soul, there is no hiding here; there is no need to hide from here, why hide from our own truths. The sight of your name carries me off to my fantasy world, it isn't about escaping my reality so much, but these thoughts are so sordid, so forbidden, so dirty; they are explicit, making me hard in an instant and I like it... The glance you gave me as you peeked over your glass, turned the hue of the lounge for me into a heated mist, magnifying the red of your lips. I could fall into your eyes and drown happily, how I long to feel your kiss. It was a playfully submissive look, hidden partially by your long lashes, seemingly like a coy girl, but in reality more a cat lying in wait of its prey; I know only too well the meaning and the intent, but I still fall into your trap. You could eat me alive and I would let you, and preferably you also would let me the same to you. You are trouble, with a capital T... my kind of girl and I can taste you in the air, I breathe in sharply, this is not to be resisted. I stride with meaning and purpose, masking the nerves with bravado and charisma, as I reach you, your pupils widen, your nipples harden somewhat, already visibly inviting but not fully erect. Whilst tracing the middle of your naked back and leaning in to your ear, the warmth of your breast is alluring, I whisper softly to you - "I would love to taste you, let me tease every inch of your body with my tongue and caress your love, I want to fulfill your deepest desires." The comment leaves you a little unsettled, so forwards, so promiscuous, so naughty, you are a naughty girl and you like to play with fire. You part your lips slightly and take a sip of the ambiance and tasting your own aroma, then you whisper back: "I desire..." stopping and quietly contemplating, you breath in a slow shallow breath and then release "ahhh!", its very quiet, almost inaudible, a single bead trickles between your labia, the exclamation entirely subconscious as you contemplate the tingling beneath your dress, which softly hugs your skin hanging over your extended follicles; it feels like you are naked already, except for the subtle flowing touch and caress it gives with every move that you make. Your eyes nearly close fully as you focus on the warmth in your mound, your nipples growing with the thought of being taken in such luxurious surroundings; writhing amongst the sheets, you are there already in spirit. Without underwear you feel a range of emotions, scared, vulnerable, exposed... excited, but most of all free. You compose yourself. "The Royal Suite..." "Yes, that is correct, take my key, [handing it discretely, a finger brushes your buttock] I shall order some Champagne and Fruit to be delivered, please leave the door ajar..." You move in closer and lick my ear gently, your breath causing my hairs to rise, my pulse to quicken and my trousers visibly tighten; I take a sharp intake and look deeply into your eyes before turning one last time. --------------- In the elevator the operator's eyes widen somewhat indiscreetly when you request the floor; you don't care though as your vagina rages with excitement, the fire surely raising the temperature surrounding you. It is a long ride and certainly you feel that every little jolt is causing your lips to swell with your wetness, trying to keep your composure, but at the same time enjoying the fact that you are being aroused in the company of a complete stranger. He is a young boy, maybe 21, can't have been working here very long... looks quite handsome in his regal uniform, its very well... cut! When you arrive, you are about to step out when you notice that he is now also hard, your perfume is clearly working wonders (or perhaps it is the smell of your juices), the operator blushes as he notices that you have recognised his predicament; it is so empowering to have this effect on so many men you think, pondering for a second... hmmm... You run your nail across the protrusion, expertly slicing his opening. He grunts immediately and a damp patch grows around the swelling. This just eggs you on further, not satisfied with pushing him over the edge in one quick move you release his cock from its cage and it is impressive - 8 inches perhaps and standing fully to attention, shivering and not saying a word he is backed against the wall - the excitement is clearly too much, cum streaming slowly from his hole, you lean down and grab it tightly to stop the flow, then lower yourself down with your ass only inches from the floor. The view for the poor boy must have been amazing, your swollen breasts stretching that dress now within an inch of its life, cleavage fully displayed. You look up first for a fleeting second, to catch his eyes and then down again, then slowly devour him, enough to fill your mouth but not completely gagging yourself, the flow continues once more, slowly but consistently as it coats your throat on its way down... the pulsing feels lovely against your lips. When the flow slows, you slowly retreat lips closing together as you remove him completely, then standing with your face only a couple of inches from his you glance down at his member and then back up, a dribble of cum still to the side of your mouth - a wry smile, then taking your nail, you scrape it towards your lips, suck your finger, then swallow - then kiss his lips briefly and walking sternly out of the elevator - the whole time not saying a word. You feel like a slut, but you walk away like a lady of entitlement, a lady who takes what she pleases and shortly you are going to take a lot more. You think for a second, then turn again, the boy still slumped against the wall of the elevator - you wriggle provocatively as you ride your dress up to your hips, slide finger across your wet slit and then take a taste before turning and entering the door...