"Red Bra and Panties"
Note: the Annie Kirk series is not a sequential story. The series is comprised of separate fantasies about a real person. Some of the stories were inspired by an erotic photograph she sent where I created a story around the image. Other stories are inspired by real-life elements, but they are not descriptions of real events. This story was inspired by a picture of a red bra and panties, lying on the bedroom floor.
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Lying face down and toward the foot of the bed, she could see all the way to the door she had entered just a couple of hours before. Correction; she could see it, if only she could open her eyes. Exhausted, and thoroughly satisfied from what seemed like a marathon of raw sex, Anny Kirk willed herself to slowly open her eyelids. She saw her red bra and panties on the floor, and clothes hanging from furniture, dropped or tossed haphazardly. They told a story of passion, desire, and a raw will to consume each other.
Handicapped by an orgasm-induced haze, she nonetheless remembered every detail. She remembered arriving at the room at the scheduled time. Her heart beating with excitement and anticipation. They had not seen each other for several weeks and the separation was painful. After each encounter, each exchange of text messages, and each phone call, she felt herself being drawn closer to him. She long ago gave up any resistance, instead she let herself be taken with and by him. He made her happy, he made her feel wanted, and, as evidenced by the last two hours, he knew how to satisfy her completely. Plus, she wanted him just as much. She told herself she deserved to feel this way and she was not going to fight it.
Her eyes focused on her coat laying in a pile just inside the door. She remembered. One tap on the door and it opened quickly. There he stood, wearing the hotel robe, soft and white. He greeted her with a big smile and open arms. The door closed behind them as she rushed into his arms, letting him pull her tight to him. The robe was slightly open at the top, so she buried her face into his chest. She could feel the softness of his skin against her cheek and smell his scent. That's when her coat became the first casualty. He pushed the collar off her shoulder and slid it down both her arms until it dropped at their feet. Reaching up, he touched her face with both hands, tilting her chin and pulling her face toward his. Her skin burned with desire from his touch and she opened her mouth slightly to receive his kiss. As their lips were just about to touch, he stopped. She had closed her eyes, expecting to feel his lips and then nothing. It was like taking a step and finding the curb is gone. She opened her eyes and she could see him looking right into her eyes. There was so much desire and passion she could feel it in her body. A wave rushed through her like electricity. She wanted him, she wanted him to take her, and her eyes must have given it away because he pressed his lips to hers. Their lips parted slightly, allowing their tongues to engage.