Fantasy on the 18th floor

As I waited for the elevator I could feel someone fall in line behind me, a quick glance over my shoulder confirmed it was a man I had seen when I left the elevator earlier that evening. His gaze burned into me from behind. Had he been waiting for me? I thought. The elevator doors opened and I walked in with a little extra swagger in my step, hoping to give him something to look at. My black, one-shoulder, dress hugged my curves and stopped mid-thigh complementing my body well. Paired with peep-toe heels and my light brown hair hanging in loose curls over my shoulders, I was confident he had taken notice. I pressed the button for my floor and stepped back allowing him to access the panel. “Same floor” he said, shooting me a wink and leaning against the back wall of the elevator. 

My face flushed and I turned quickly back to face the panel, hoping he wouldn’t notice. As the elevator emptied, letting people off at each floor I took the opportunity to shift my position to get a better look at this man. Tall, slim-build, fit and looked to be in his mid-forties. He was dressed casually; jeans, a fitted long-sleeve t-shirt and running shoes. His blue eyes met mine as I studied him and he shot me a satisfied smile before I could look away. I squeezed my eyes shut, looking down and clenching my wallet, embarrassed that I had been caught looking. A quick laugh under his breath told me he was pleased I’d taken notice. Finally the elevator reached our floor. I walked off first, using the hallway as my catwalk and hoping to leave my neighbour with a little tease. I reached my room, inserted my key, reached for the door handle as the light flashed red.

This can’t be happening. I gazed up at the number on the wall, 18020 yes that’s my room. I tried my card again..RED! All the confidence I had previously, drained from my body and my face burned. The man from the elevator was now passing me at my door and no doubt wondering why I hadn’t disappeared into my room by now. “Want to try mine?” He offered without hesitation. I whipped my head around and our eyes met, his smile mocked me. He can’t be serious. “My card must’ve deactivated, the light is flashing red” I explained, almost tripping over my words. “I assumed as much. Perhaps you could use the phone in my room to call and have the concierge deliver you a new key” he suggested, as if he’d planned this entire scenario. I swallowed hard before responding, “Sure” not wanting to give him any indication that his plan was falling into place. I followed him to his room, a few doors down from mine. After a quick swipe of his key he opened the door and invited me to enter.

He followed behind me and closed the door. As I turned to look at him he reach for my hips and pulled me into him, placing his lips on mine and parting them with his tongue. I melted into him, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth and become entangled with mine. With his lips still on mine, he moved an arm behind my knees and tilted me into his other arm lifting me in one swift motion and carrying me to the bed. He laid me on my back, still pressing his lips to mine and brought his hand up to frame my face. He paused for a moment, and lifted his head to meet my gaze. “You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it.” My mind raced, is he a mind reader? Well, he certainly wasn’t wrong. Up until my room key malfunction, I had fantasized about having a man take notice of me as I confidently pranced through the casino that evening. I had expected to turn the heads of older men who I’d have no interest in, but would still enjoy watching them drool at what they couldn’t have before retiring to my room on a wave of new found confidence.

I did not expect to be the one drooling over this incredibly handsome man. “Tonight you are mine” he continued, “and I will give my undivided attention to every inch of you.” I felt slickness between my thighs at the sound of his intentions. Unable to muster words, I simply nodded my head and kept my eyes locked on his. He gave a quick nod in acknowledgement before sliding between my legs and inching my dress up to reveal my black lace panties. I heard him moan as he paused, taking in my scent while he pressed his lips between my legs. I could feel the heat of his breath through the thin material of my panties and it made me want him even more. My body writhed beneath him aching to feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue against my clit. His hands reach up under my dress and release my breasts from the security of my bra, kneading them in his palms before pulling my dress over my head and leaving me nearly naked on the bed. He pulled himself over top of me bracing with an arm on either side and I could feel his erection slide up my body.

He dipped down and pressed a kiss to my lips, allowing my bottom lip to slide through his teeth as he rose. I reached down for the button on his pants, freeing his hard cock from his jeans and running my palm up from the base of his shaft, wrapping my thumb and index finger around it when I reached the tip. He let out a sigh and rose slowly to his feet at the end of the bed, wrapping his arms around me, pulling my upper body with him and leaving me seated at the edge of the bed. My lips met his cock and sucked the tip as I gripped his length, taking him deeper with each stroke. He pulled his hands up my back and rested them on my head guiding me gently down his cock. His breath grew heavy and he balled my hair in his fists as I increased my pace. In one swift movement he released his hold on me and hooked his arms under mine throwing me toward the head of the bed. He crawled on the bed straddling me and keeping his gazed locked on me as I squirmed beneath him in anticipation.

Spreading my legs, he positioned himself at my entrance, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto him. Our eyes remained locked on one another, allowing me to see the ripple of pleasure course through him as he filled me with his cock. I felt paralyzed with pleasure as he rocked deep into me. My head fell back and my hips thrust toward him, begging for more. He took my hands in his and raised my arms above my head, giving him leverage to drive his cock even deeper into my pussy. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge and I could no longer suppress the pleasure pulsing through me. I gripped his wrists and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his thick cock deep inside me and grinded against it. He let out a deep moan and I allowed myself to get lost in the wave pleasure washing over me. With one final thrust he fell on top of me, and I felt his release as I quivered beneath him allowing the pleasure to course through me.