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The
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By Josephine |
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SweeterBabyGirl@aol.com |
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She
enters the lobby of the hotel and scans the crowd. Not
seeing who she thought would be there she strolls through the
masses of people milling all around her. Deciding
that He is not coming, she turns to go. A
few steps towards the door and she stops suddenly in her tracks.
Raising
her head, she meets His piercing eyes. Her
breath stops. He
has always had this effect ever since they have met. Drawing
a deep breath, she turns and moves through the people to the
bar. He has seen her too. Smiling He moves into the crowd
seeming to disappear. Reaching
down to discreetly
adjust His suddenly tight slacks, He shakes his head. No woman
in His life has ever had such an immediate reaction in His groin
as she emits. He
always wonders how she does it to Him. And He knows what is to
come, He chuckles to Himself.
A great satisfaction fills His psyche. This woman completes Him.
Like in a movie or novel. Before her He was nothing, and since
He met her He has become more of a man than He ever dreamed
possible. He glances behind to see if she still seeks Him, but
she has vanished in the mull of bodies. Crossing the lobby, He
stops at a telephone and feigns a call to no one. She sits and
orders peppermint schnapps on the rocks and coffee. The moments
seem like eons as she sips the drink very slowly alternating
with sips of the strong, hot coffee. Many eyes are on her. She
has chosen her ensemble carefully this night. Black lacey
stockings encase her firm legs. She crosses them, and black
patent leather strappy platform sandals adorn her small feet.
Glimpses of dark red polish are visible thru the stockings. She
casually swings one foot, the lights of the room reflected in
the shiny patent leather. Her dress is simple but elegant. Deep
maroon velvet, chemise style with tiny spaghetti straps.. The
fabric is loose, but somehow accents her curvaceous shape. Full
bosoms pushed to their greatest cleavage by a strapless matching
corset, seem to almost tumble from the lace neckline. A single
strand silver chain rests on the creamy mounds. She fingers the
silver unconsciously as her foot continues to swing back and
forth.
She knows she looks better than good. Aware of the slight pull
of her garters as she swings her foot, she takes another sip and
smiles. Suddenly she draws a deep breath and stops breathing all
together. He is there. Without turning to look at Him, she
waits. His hand comes to rest upon her bare shoulder and she
jumps slightly at the contact. He feels the current too and in a
rough voice offers her another drink. Turning to meet His eyes,
she nods but says nothing. He whispers that she looks hot
tonight and she murmurs a quiet "thank you, Milord." A
smile crinkles His handsome face as He orders her drink, then
His Chivas on the rocks. The bartender sets the glasses on the
bar, and He takes her hand and leads her to a table. All eyes in
the room seem to float towards them. A striking couple they do
make. His slightly graying hair, dark suit and blue silk tie,
her dark red curls resting on her bare shoulders and the short
wine colored dress. Pulling out the chair for her, she sits and
thanks Him again. He moves another chair close enough to touch
her when He sits and folds His body into it. Reaching out He
takes her chin in His hand and notices the body glitter on her
temples. Running His thumb across the soft skin there, He
smiles. "Nice touch, Milady," His voice but a whisper
amid the noise of the bar, but she is attuned to Him, and she
always hears. A small shiver goes up her spine. Her body
responds this way every time He mentions His possession of her.
And possess her He does. Of this she is glad. As she has given
Him this gift of herself freely and with undying love. He owns
her, uses her, takes all she has to give. Yet He has such
strength He can do this without shattering her. Allowing her to
become what she has always dreamed she could be.
This is the relationship of Dominant and submissive, of Master
and slave, of Man and woman. The one meant to be for all time.
He recalls her reaction when He told her to meet Him here this
night. The excitement on her face, the twinkle in her eyes as He
laid out the dress she now wears. He knew she would look great
in this color, but is quite surprised just how stunning she does
appear. His leg presses against her stockinged thigh and His
hand comes to rest just below the hem of the dress. She meets
His eyes and uncrosses her legs quite naturally parting her
thighs just slightly. Just enough for Him to move His hand
further. When His fingers touch the bare skin between stockings
and garters, she gasps softly. He smiles. His hand moves up
further, finding her bare pussy. She is not wearing panties. His
eyes meet hers and He leans closer to her. Licking her earlobe
with the tip of His tongue He whispers, "Good girl."
She smiles and opens her legs a fraction more. His fingers slip
between the lips of her already wet and swelling cunt, and she
closes her eyes. He finds her clit and flicks it slightly. She
trembles, excited by His boldness, a bit worried that someone
may come and they would see what He does. Opening her eyes she
sees no one near and pushes her mound into His hand. She meets
His eyes as if asking Him something. He knows what she wants and
nods. Her tiny hand flutters to His crotch and she makes quick
work of the zipper, releasing His throbbing member, she hides it
with the table cloth and her hand. His stroking of her magic
button increases as her hand begins to move up and down on His
swollen shaft. Her thumb circles the head of His dick and
tickles the flange. He struggles to remain in control.
He has always had this fantasy, to make it with her in public
without being seen. And even though this is not the first time
He has lead her down this path, the excitement fills Him with a
passion He needs and desires in the same way He needs and
desires her. Her pussy in His grasp is hot and wet, and He sinks
first one finger, then two, and then three deep into her hole.
She holds back a moan but grips His cock tighter and jerks a
tiny bit. A low chuckles fills her ears. "God, it is so
hard to be quiet." Her voice just a small whisper.
"Yes...that is the fun in it..." He answers and His
fingers probe deeper and His thumb finds her clit. Taking light
gentle butterfly strokes He feels her vaginal walls tighten
around His fingers. "Come for me Milady. Come for me right
here, right now." She complies and her orgasm overtakes her
body, her hand around His cock slips up and down faster and
faster. Instinctively she senses His approach and with the other
hand moves a white cloth napkin from the table to His lap. As
her hot cum floods over His hand and fingers, He explodes into
the napkin, with a small grunting sound. "Shhhh...."
She giggles into His mouth as He takes a deep kiss to stifle
their cries. Her vagina seems to pull His hand deeper and deeper
as she cums around Him. She opens her eyes and meets His
searching mouth. Tongues dart and dance and He plunges His
tongue deep in her throat as His hand is in her cunt. "My
cunt..." His words flow into her mouth, so soft no one but
she can hear. She utters one word. "Yours...."
"Yes..."
As He empties His sperm into her hand holding the white napkin.
She holds Him tightly as His cock throbs and pulses, until He is
totally empty. She tenderly wipes His soaked member off, tucks
Him gently into His slacks and zips the fly with ease. He offers
her the second napkin from the table, which she accepts and
casually uses to dry herself. Dropping the soiled linens under
the long tablecloth, He lays some bills on the table, pulls her
to her feet and guides her to the door. His arm snakes around
her waist and as He reaches across her to take her chin His hand
brushes against an erect nipple. She shivers against Him with a
smile on her full lips. "You are amazing, Milady."
"You are amazing, Milord." They disappear into the
crowd.
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