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After the long drive, he walked into the hotel, mostly nervous from the traffic and a hard days work, but calming down some. The long drive had given him time to think maybe too much time, thoughts of things that could never be raced through his mind. Things he dared not speak aloud and he prayed that he did not talk in his sleep. Though for now he slept alone, that was not always the case. Everything thing about her made him ache deep inside. It had been forever since they'd last seen each other, would time have calmed their carnal instincts? He didn't know, but there was no time now to think about such things. He hadn't driven two hours to walk away now, even if he could.
She had told him to meet her in the lobby of her hotel. Even from that it sounded a little seedy. He approached the stairs, he felt drunk, almost as if in a dream world. He took one step at a time, slowly he thought, no reason for him to make a fool of himself, at least not yet. Observing the room, studying it, examining each face for the one woman he was looking for. By the top of the stairs he had closely taken note of every businessman, every *quot;know-it-all*quot; in the fancy yet over priced hotel. All bars seem to share one thing in common he thought as he smiled drunks.
Still nothing, she had said the main lobby, why had he turned into the bar he thought and he laughed again, thinking because I need a drink, maybe a quick one before I see her wouldn't hurt. Then he heard his name, like the sound of angels, he heard his name, and he turned quickly, almost to quickly to see a strange woman sitting in a little window alcove. The light reflecting off her hair was almost magical; ?wow? he thought to himself, if all else fails, this could be interesting. Then, as if you could hear the gears ticking in his head, she smiled softy, her eyes seemed to engulf him, her face which he had memorized and played back in his minds-eye a thousand times. Her hair was just below the shoulder, and rich darker red, the dress she wore was black, low cut in the front, and a split up the leg, he was sure if he followed it closely he would find heaven. That smile he thought, then it occurred to him how long he might have been standing there. It was a big change, he had always been parcel to blondes, and of course as all men it seems, long hair was a major plus. There was something about this though, it intrigued him, and made him think again about what he was doing. It was almost as if he were meeting a complete stranger. She asked him if he?d like a drink, she was having a drink so he thought why not, he looked for the bartender who had obviously left her station. He returned to his sit and they began to talk.
It had been along time since they had seen each other, over a year. They had emailed and talked on the phone for a few minutes but nothing more really. Yet, the picked up like they had they had never missed a beat. He loved that about her, she stirred so many emotions in him. She was beautiful, inside and out. He thought to himself, she will always be there, that made him a little more comfortable. He had had his share of one nightstands and even, though not to seem conceded; a few times where that was all the ladies wanted. Sometimes that was ok, but not now, he needed to be appreciated and made to laugh. Yes, he was in it for him, if it benefited her great, but he was looking out for number one.
She smiled and leaned towards him, ?How have you been?? she asked.
Trying to keep his eyes focused on hers without seeming too obvious where his eyes were really looking he replied, ?Fine? and smiled.
His seemingly acceptable response to her question gave him time to look her in the eye and internally reprimand his eyes for wandering downward towards her perfect cleavage. The low cut dress left enough to the imagination to keep it running for a while, but even the most unobservant male couldn?t help but notice the white lace bra, which concealed yet revealed her smooth skin and cut nicely across her bosom. They talked for a few moments, as he nervously looked around, at this point desperate for that drink. She had finished hers but he had yet begun to drink. He would need a considerable amount of alcohol this evening he thought to himself to remain calm and if all restraint failed he could, in theory blame at least some of it on the booze.
The table was small but workable, as they talked for a while, he tended to cross his legs in the more female tradition, he had given up on the, I am man hear me roar, conventional way of the ?figure four? and settled to what was comfortable. As he rearranged his legs she felt she would too. She turned to the side and as she lifted her leg to cross the other the split in the dress made it?s way clear exposing her canlı bahis finely shaped thigh. At this point he couldn?t help but stare. Frozen in time the thoughts that ran through his mind, dropping to his knees and gently caressing and kissing the uncovered area. Moving his hand upward? He got the feeling someone was staring at him. Snapped back to reality a quick and well-timed joke covered the moment of silence. She had to know he thought to himself, she was doing this on purpose. She knew his desire for her; she knew his inner fantasies. She was teasing him, and doing so very well. He could hardly move and she knew it. Was it a mind game tonight? Was this the beginning of a torrid night of passion? Probably not, but remaining the semi gentleman he claimed to be and that his mother had raise, dinner would be the first manner of business, and it was something to keep his mind occupied. It would be almost impossible for him to daydream while walking down the city streets as they looked for a place to eat.
She paid her bill, he was going to buy her first drink of their evening together, but she put it on the room before he could interject his intentions so he played it off nicely. They headed for the stairs out of the lobby slash bar area of the hotel, and out to the city streets. They really couldn?t have asked for a better day for their outing the sun was setting slowly as it does on a warm spring day and the city streets offered shade from the evening glare. They proceeded down the street, laughing and talking of everything little thing as their evening journey moved forward. She placed her arm around him pulling him close, he smiled as he returned the sweet gesture, and as they regained there distance her hand moved slowly down his back and pitched his butt. He made a whooping sound more as a tension breaker and thanked her; she laughed in a girlish sort-of-way, which all in all wasn?t her style.
He began to wonder what he was doing here. She was everything he?d ever wanted and knew he could never have. She was intelligent, beautiful and a wit that would make even the sharpest of knives jealous. She was happily married though, or so he had been led to believe, and as for him, he was in a relationship, which was sure to lead to marriage and all the other wonderful things in life. Yet here they were, flirting with each other like it was their last days of life. Thoughts of the people it might hurt where totally gone. No one could find them here, no one would see them, there was nothing to loose and only their on personal satisfaction to gain. They could for once be themselves together without the prying eyes of friends and neighbors. Freedom can go to your head sometimes. This was one of those times, he thought. He placed his arm round her again, pulling her close as she put her head on his shoulder. They looked at each other and gently kissed. It wasn?t a story book kiss but one of true emotion, one of hope and caring. His thoughts about the kiss lasted longer than the kiss itself, but it was well worth the extra effort to him. He wondered what she thought about when she kissed him; did it move her as much as it did him? Now was no time to ask food was in order and neither could decide.
They tried to find a place to eat but couldn?t really decide they finally stopped at an overly fancy restaurant. As they ordered both began to realize that maybe the burger joint down the street would have offered more satisfaction than the meals they had decided on, but live and learn they thought. They talked held hands and generally enjoyed each others company, but soon it would be time to depart.
Their love of a good cup of coffee led them back to the hotel, not that a good cup was to be found there but his car was and the city streets offered little selection, so they got into the car and exited the hotel in search of latte? satisfaction.
The drive was far from quiet, both talking away catching up on all the old news and stuff going on in their lives. As they drove the little gasoline light reminded him of how much he had wanted to see her, as he failed to stop for it on the way down. Pulling into the nearest station he began to pump the gasoline and she opened her door catching his attention and giving him a sultry look then motioning a kiss, he returned the favor and winked with a smile.
After riding around for a while the conversation moving along nicely with only the occasional moment of silence, she crossed her legs again letting the dress fall to the way side. He noticed a scratch and the conversation continued from there. All he could think in his mind was how much he wanted to touch her, and to feel her body against his. Hoping he wasn?t over stepping his bounds and thinking the moment was right bahis siteleri he reached over and placed his hand on her leg. Silky soft and firm he gently massaged it for a moment ready to remove it at the first sign she was uncomfortable. The sign never came but driving in a relatively straight line did. He removed his hand and proceeded to drive with both hands.
An hour later realizing that neither of them knew enough about this city to find a good cup of coffee they returned to her hotel room, and ordered room service.
She walked around the room with grace and he studied her every move. This was the only really noticeable awkward moment for the night, not too bad considering how long they had been apart, and all the teasing that had been going on that evening. Everything about her was beauty, he couldn?t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss her lips again, to hold her close to him, even to make love to her. She motioned as if her neck hurt and he offered to rub her neck and back. She agreed and asked where he would like her to position herself. He looked around the small room and told her the bed, she looked at him and he knew he had messed up. She saw the troubled look on his face and moved towards the bed against her better judgement it seemed. She lay down and he began to rub her neck and back, to say it felt tense would be an understatement he thought. Her hair he moved to the side though she never got comfortable, her eyes never closed as the use to when he would rub her back and soon after he stopped. Obviously nervous she stood up and looked at him. ?I?m going to change into something more comfortable?, she said and moved to the dresser to find what she wanted to wear. She picked with him again saying he would now get to see what she slept in. He gazed over at her with a wicked smile on his face while she was still rummaging through her evening attire. ?I don?t have anything sexy to sleep in?, she stated. He thought to himself just waking up to her would be more than sexy enough, but didn?t say anything aloud.
She returned from the bathroom, in her oversized men?s pajama?s which he found to be quite adorable. Here was the sensuous woman, dressed in clothes big enough to fit two of her in. Yet, that face and though the cloth gave no hint of the tight body that lie beneath, he knew what was beneath, and that?s all he need know. They talked for a while still chatting over all the things going on in there lives the occasional touch was expected. Sometimes they went out of their way to be close to each other, close enough to feel the others skin, and for him to smell her, and how sweet she smelled even after a long day at work. He lay on his back, on the bed again, just trying to get comfortable; she approached him and began to touch his chest. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her warm touch. To feel her touching him was like heaven. She undid a button he looked at her surprised, she said she only wanted a peek. She already knew she could do anything she wanted to him and there would be no objections.
Maybe that was the issue, he was hers and she knew it. She could have him anytime she wanted, any way she wanted. She knew this, and he probably should have played a little hard to get. It wasn?t long before she returned to her chair across the room and slowly sipped her coffee. He stood up and leaned against the bedpost and the conversation continued. The large pajama shirt even buttoned to the top exposed her white lace bra and he occasionally would glance downward towards her breasts as she and he talked. The bra cut over the top of her chest nicely and the cleavage was hard to turn away from. He had left his shirt open hoping to temp her with his bare chest, tan from the sun and tanning bed. His stomach wasn?t even too much trouble to hold in as the job had shaped him up pretty well over the last month or so prier to their time together that night.
He had started some rant about the current situation at work when she walked towards him spreading apart his shirt, she place her arms around him. Kissing him gently on the neck slowly moving her way around, biting his neck and then his ear. All these things she knew exactly what it would do to him. In fact it wouldn?t be unfair to say she was pushing her luck with him. His mind was racing as her heated breath covered his neck he put his arms around her and pulled her to him and they kissed. Passionate as he remembered, maybe even more so, never had such a pleasurable pain consumed him, until she pulled away. Almost more then he could take, she pulled away from him and returned to her seat, an evil little grin on her sweet face. Little did she know how close she was to pushing him over the edge, only with the greatest of restraint was he able bahis şirketleri to hold himself back from taking her into his arms and pulling her on to the bed.
No, he knew he could never do that to her, no matter how much he wanted to. He respected her more than any other person he had known. She was no push over, no matter how much she could pretend to be when she wanted too. He would never do anything to her that would make her feel threatened. He valued her opinion of him too much. The ball was totally in her court, they both had much to loose, but he would not press her, he would not push her, she would have to come to him willingly.
He moved behind her, set down her lighter and though her eyes follow him for a second she finally turned to where he could get at her soft neck, he moved her hair aside and began to kiss softly. Then treating her much like she treated him he began to kiss her and run his fingers through her hair. When this became too much for him he retreated. She set the runs for the game they would play tonight. He would go only as far as she was comfortable with, and no further. He didn?t want to upset her, nor would he give even one reason for her to mistrust him. His fantasies about her would hold him until she decided it was right. Maybe they would never be together again. He didn?t really know but it made him feel better that she would like to see him again, and had he pushed his luck, she might never want to again.
He kneeled in front of her resting his head on her leg, his arms stretched over her legs he massaged then as the talked. Moving upwards he massaged her thighs moving in and out over her loose pajamas. He quickly realized she wasn?t wearing anything underneath them, he commented and she told him that she hadn?t all day. His thoughts drifted back to the long black dress and the split up the dress to her thigh, it was almost like physical pain struck him. She was arching her feet upwards, though he really wasn?t sure why, if she was comfortable that was cool with him, he thought more of just moving in to kiss her, so he did. Their kisses where always passionate, always heated, but she knew what she was doing he hoped, she knew how to bring out the animal in him and she pushed every button to get him started. They kissed again and again; she squeezed him hard between her legs. He moved upwards even more pulling her towards him and the edge of the chair. He wanted her so bad the ache in his loins was almost more than he could bear. The moment heated up even more he couldn?t help himself any longer as he buttoned her night shirt she moved even closer biting and kissing even more intensely on his neck. He reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra, lifting it upward to release her breast into his cupped hand.
One of the topics of conversation earlier that night had been about her breast and breast in general. She really didn?t see the big deal, she had seen many at workout and couldn?t really understand the attraction. Then again, she had never seen her breast through his eyes. They were even more perfect than he remembered them to be. Firm round, but soft to the touch and as he lower his lips to her nipple she moaned softly. Embracing it he moved his tongue over her nipple. He was quick about it; though he could have spent literally hours on each breast and still never grown tired of them. He knew it wouldn?t be long before she regain herself and realized what she was doing, what she was risking. He was right, she pulled away from him she stood up and moved away. He turned to the chair and sat down. Still wanting her to give in to her desires, and to him. It wasn?t to be that night though no matter how much he wished. She was a good person, another thing that attracted him to her, but she was human too. He tried to comfort her as best he could and let her know that it was alright, he would not push her anymore that night. There were times during the conversation that he pushed but not as hard as he would have normally. He knew it was time to go he knew that he would have to leave no matter how much he wanted to stay with her. She wouldn?t allow him to stay with her; she wouldn?t have him sleeping next to her. The night holds many mysteries and this would be one of them. How she slept would be on his mind that night was she warm, was she comfortable. Was she okay with what had happened although in his mind not nearly enough.
As he departed he wished her a good night and couldn?t help but tease her one more time, running his hand softly brushing between her legs. She whispered how bad he was as he left, he motioned one last kiss goodnight. She turned and closed the door.
The drive home was long and gave him time to think about what had happened and more over what hadn?t. He hoped he hadn?t pushed her too far, he hoped she hadn?t pushed herself. Maybe one day they would be together again, neither knew when and really neither knew if they would ever hold each other again so close. He only hoped.