FIRST MEETING
I lead you from the hotel lobby, past the elevator bank, into a stairwell, and you follow.... still unsure of exactly what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. You know that you want me...want to feel me kiss you, touch you, and possess you. But you also know that I'm due home in an hour and that I've got a marriage to protect. You hate these decisions--any decisions. Why isn't life easier?
We smile at each other as we shut the door behind us, our first moments together in private. My eyes are so strong on yours that you blush and your smile turns shy. I pull you close and begin to kiss you, softly at first, my hands in your hair and grazing your face gently, my hands exploring your arms, your back. Then my kiss turns harder, more passionate, as I know you want because it's how you’ve always described it online. My hand begins to pull and twist your hair...not yanking, just gradually harder and harder, controlling your movements, forcing your head to press hard against my lips. You feel my erection against your leg. God, you are enjoying this, but it's all going too, too fast. You get scared, realizing what you’re getting yourself into. You suddenly push me away.
"Too much?" I ask, in almost too understanding a tone. "It's okay-- really. Come here. Just one more kiss and we'll get going. A soft kiss, just for goodbye."
Believing me, you come forward to me. I smile as you approach. I kiss you gently and run my hands down your shoulders. Then, before you know it, I've twisted you around abruptly, so that your back is toward me. I press you roughly against the wall, pinning you against it. My hands each grab one of your wrists and bring them above your head, where my right hand holds them firmly together. As you start to yell, my left hand covers your mouth, muffling all sounds. I thrust forward, banging you into the wall to get your attention.
"Listen," I whisper in a stern tone. "No more kidding around. I'd like to have time for flirting and cajoling, but, to be honest, we only have a few minutes and there are some things we're going to do together before we separate." You try to scream but my hand presses harder against your lips. "Look, we can do this my way, or we can do it yours. My way, you're out of here in a few minutes. Your way, fighting me, we're going to have to start training you to listen. And if that happens, well, you're going to miss your train. And I'm going to miss my dinner."
My words are cold against your ear, my body hard against yours. You realize that you’re too weak to fight me off. I feel you relax slightly, slackening your posture. I continue to speak. "Lady, are you listening? This is what we're going to do. I'm going to take your hand off your mouth. And you--you are not going to yell or whisper a word of protest. Otherwise, we're going to take the scenic route. Understood?"
You nod weakly and I remove my hand. I’m still holding your wrists above your head with one hand and now I slip the other hand onto your belly. You feel my erection against your ass and I move slightly left to right and back again, enjoying you.
"You're such a smart girl," I whisper. "So smart that I just know that you know what I want to do to you. What I AM going to do to you. So here's what's going to happen, you're going to tell me what I want to do. And if you're right, I'm going to do it."
"And if I'm wrong?" you whisper back.
"Let's just hope you're right, for your sake, sweetheart," I answer. "So what is it? Where is this hand going?"
You feel my hand slowly moving up your abdomen. "My breasts, you're going to touch my breasts."
"Smart girl, very smart." I pull your blouse from inside your skirt and move my hand underneath. "Lady," I whisper, "next time, a button-down shirt, less work for me. I want you to learn to make it easy for me." My hand firmly caresses your belly, and up toward your breasts. I find the front clasp and undo the bra. I cup your right breast and caress it and it becomes hard in my hand. Then I pull the nipple between my thumb and forefi |
