Last night.

Last night as she walked to the hotel room door her coat felt tighter than usual and her face tinged with a slgiht blushing red at the thought of other hotel occupents knowing what she had on underneath it.

She knew he would be waiting.

Lounging out on the couch in his suit with a mouth full of bubbling champagne.

His body poised in a gentle pose waiting for her to enter.

She’d spent a long time getting ready.

Pulling on her dark silk stockings, rolling them carefully up her thighs.

Tying on the emerald corset he had laid perfectly on the bed for her.

Curling her hair elegantly and artfully brushing on her makeup.

Her familiar rose scent brushing against her neck.

She felt dirty, almost dreamlike walking through the maze of the hotel lobby.

Room number 73.

Her hand raising to knock on the dark pine.

His deep husky voice sounding out for her to come in.

The dim lights making it harder to see where he was.

Her hands walking up her body to drop her black tunic coat to the floor in a pile around her stiletto heels.

His gaze falling to her dressed frame.

Perfectly.

Seductively.

Just for him, as he had asked in the letter.

There were no words between them.

Animal instincts now kicking in.

Mouths locked.

Her consciousness gone when dropping to her knees to take the full length of his cock in her mouth.

Delving and tasting.

Moans and grunts whispering around the room.

They could not hold back much longer.

His fingers pushing into her wetness.

Lacing down her thighs.

His cock in her arse.

Pushing.

Turning there lost souls into the night.

Fucking.

Twisting.

Her lips painting patterns on his.

As their bodies exploded.

In a maze.

Only their own.

 

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