Hotel Soire

I open the door to the hotel room. It is dark inside. Very dark. You are a little hesitant to go in but there is a subtle smell of lavender beckoning you in. I am to your left and you feel my right hand on your right bottom cheek, gently guiding you into the room, towards the bed that you can just make out in the light from the hallway. You tread warily because your eyes haven’t fully adjusted to the lack of light. I gently close the door with my left hand. It is very dark, but you are silhouetted against the dim moonlight. You feel my left hand on your right breast. I am stopping you short of the bed. You notice that I still haven’t taken my hand from your bottom. You don’t want me to, but I must. I give a little, cheeky squeeze of your delightful bottom just before I remove both of my hands from your body.

Your senses are screaming for information. You are aware of me circling behind you. You are breathing deeply. Your heart is racing. You feel my warm breath on the back of your neck. You sense me smelling your hair. It smells wonderful.

I tell you to stand still and close your eyes. You do as your told. I pull your dark mane into a ponytail and then place a soft, silky blindfold over your eyes and tie it, not too tight, but tight enough so it won’t move for some time. Your mind is racing, your heart is pounding. Your dress is just a little too tight. It is low cut and it is struggling to restrain your breasts. It is also tight around your hips and bottom. Your wore it specifically to tease me. You knew I would get hard when I saw you. And of course, I did. I could not take my eyes off you. You are such a tease.

You hear me moving around the room and the click as I turn on a bedside lamp. I want to make sure I have enough light. I am a visual person after all.

I slowly, ever so slowly, unzip your dress. With a gentle tug, it falls to the floor. In addition to your stilettos which accentuate your legs, you are wearing matching bra and boyleg underwear. And nothing else. You chose the boylegs because they accentuate your bottom and they leave no visible panty line. The illusion of nudity at its finest. I am turned on at the sight of you in your underwear and heels. My heart rate increases. I am breathing quite deeply now. I try to slow my heart rate, but I cannot. Blood rushes to the lower half of my body. I am getting hard. My underwear doing its best to restrain the growing member within.

You sense my hands hovering all over your body, but you do not feel the touch. It’s my turn to tease you and you like it. Without warning I unclip your bra. It takes you a little by surprise and you stumble forward. I ease it off and gently and caress your breasts from behind. Kissing the back of your neck. The glasses of wine we had before coming to the hotel room start to have the desired effect. You feel a little light headed and euphoric. You are excited by my touch. Your nipples harden a little. I gently squeeze them. Then I squeeze them a little harder. They respond to my touch. Your heart rate soars and you let out a sigh. You are aware of my hardened member gently resting against your bottom. You arch your back and push back slightly. I back off. You must wait, and you must do as you are told. For now at least.

You feel my warm breath traveling down your back, I slowly lower myself down your back as my hands gently slide inside the boylegs. They too drop to the floor. I keep my hands on your thighs and slide them around to the front of your body. Teasing you I gently slide them up in between your breasts and onto your shoulders, down your arms and then away. My gentle touch soothes you. You are naked, blindfolded and wearing a very nice pair of stilettos. I take your left hand in mine and with my right hand again on your bottom, I gently move you to the edge of the bed. I guide you to lay face down on the bed. Your arms at your sides.

I retreat to leave you with your thoughts while I undress. Your mind races. What am I going to do? You hear my belt buckle being undone and the familiar slide sound that signals the removal of my large, leather belt. You are a little concerned, but you trust me. Mostly, you are excited. I consider using the belt on your bottom, but this was not part of our agreement and I do not want to leave any marks. That bottom is just too perfect.

You feel me climb onto the bed at your feet. I slowly edge my way towards your lower back. I straddle you and gently lower my weight onto the top of your legs, my manhood resting on your bottom. My knees between your hands and your hips. My member has softened a little, but you are aware of it sitting gently on your bottom. I gather up all of the strands of your hair, pull them into another impromptu ponytail and move them to the side of your head exposing the nape of your neck. I kiss it and take in the wonderful smell of your hair for a second time. You hear a very light sloshing sound. Then you feel my hands on your body. A strong aroma of lavender fills your nostrils. Massage oil. Lavender massage oil. Your body goes limp as I work my magic. Gently working my hands over your shoulders, down your arms to your hands, then along each of your fingers. First the left, then the right. Nothing is left untouched. I am mesmerised by the patterns and interplay of light all over your shoulders and back. You smell wonderful.

As I work my way down your limp, relaxed body I pause. Should I massage your wonderful bottom now, or come back to it. I decide to skip it and return later. I slide down to the base of the bed and firmly work down the back of both of your legs to your feet. You are a little ticklish and giggle when I massage the soles of your feet. A wave of relaxation flows over you and you sigh a deep, deep sigh.

I open your legs with my knees as I work my way up from your feet, paying particular attention to your inner thighs. You instinctively open your legs a little more. You crave my touch. As my hands close in on your vulva, I quickly divert them to your bottom, and I squeeze hard. You sigh again. I fill my hand with massage oil. Too much for the job, but it is intentional. As I work your fantastic rear end, I notice a small stream of oil trickling down between your bottom cheeks. I am envious of it and I try to stop it, but I am too late. Gravity has taken hold and it runs all the way to the bed. I make a feeble attempt to save some of the oil by gently rubbing between your legs, but this is not my intention at all. You relish the attention, albeit briefly, on your vulva. I gently massage your perineum and then I circle your anus with my oiled up index finger. Over and over and over again. You love it and you tell me so. You raise your knees slightly, beckoning me in. Will I slide my finger in? I want to. You want me to. But not this time. I’m still teasing you. A naughty, little smile finds its way onto my face.

I move to your feet and ask you to turn over. You do as you are asked. The blindfold is intact.

I straddle you again and kiss you deeply. You are taken a little by surprise, but you join me in some light tongue play. I lick and gently suck your ears, my hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. I kiss your neck, and all over your chest. I kiss every freckle I can see. I lift your arms above your head and consider binding your hands. I want to, but I decide not to. I will have another use for them shortly. I tease your perky breasts. I lightly lick the nipples then blow on them. The sensation from the evaporating saliva makes your nipples go hard. They are so soft and I enjoy the sensation on my tongue. I kiss underneath your breasts and lick them all over. I spend what seems like an eternity sucking your nipples and making little circles with my tongue on your ariola. You feel yourself getting wet. My mouth and tongue are all over your body. My tongue circles your belly button and again you are a little ticklish and giggle.

I separate your legs and move my mouth to your vulva. I pause. Your breathing gets heavier as you wait in anticipation. You feel my hot, moist breath and you arch your back slightly, but I bypass this area and move to your inner thigh. I desperately want to please you, but first I want to tease you. You squirm as I lick, suck and bite your inner thighs. Soon I see that you have had enough and you have been such a good sport with the teasing, so I move my tongue to your vulva. I lift your knees with my strong hands. You are so compliant. I start with a number of large vertical licks from your perineum to where your clitoris is hiding. You moan in delight. As I work my magic with vertical and horizontal licks, forcing my tongue into you, separating the delicate folds, I come to the realisation that my member is rock hard and aching for you. We both enjoy this oral experience so much we both moan in unison.

I grab your arm and ask you to help me find your clitoris. You assist me ably. You are an expert at restraining the little folds that expose my target. I then direct you to grab the back of my head with your other hand. You do so and grab me by the back of my neck. I suspect you’ve done this before. Together we bring you to orgasm. It is wonderful and we celebrate the end of foreplay with a deep kiss. I remove your blindfold.

Now it’s my turn. My manhood is rock hard and the head has small amounts of pre-cum dripping. With my left hand, I reach under your limp, relaxed body, under the pillow and grasp your left shoulder. I ease my manhood into you. You are wet. Very, very wet. I stare into your beautiful eyes as I gently push it in the full length. We both sigh. I slide my right hand underneath your left buttock. I grab it tightly. Very, very tightly. I start to move my hips slowly at first, my gaze fixated on yours. I want to look into your soul while I make love to you. You wrap your legs around me, like a snake ensnaring its prey. My thrusting starts very, very slowly, then over time, gets faster and faster. As I thrust faster, you dig your fingernails into my back. I enjoy the sensation. With one hand, you reach down, underneath your own leg and grab my ballsack. You grab it hard. It is wonderful. The index finger of my right hand finally slides into your back passage. It goes in deep. With my finger, I search, then I feel the head of my penis through the wall. I love it. My head is now next yours, resting on the pillow. I close my eyes. My mind travels back to what I have just done to your willing body, and I know I won’t last very long. I’d like it to last all night, but I’m so turned on I just can’t hold it.

I withdraw just in time. You grab my throbbing member just as I explode. You direct the multiple shots over your stomach. One reaches your breasts. I rest my forehead on yours, my still twitching body trying to pump out the last remnants of the contents of my testes onto your stomach. I kiss you deeply. I am completely spent. I have nothing left. I collapse next to you. I slide my arm under your pillow so I can spoon with you. We both drift off in slumber.