Amanda had come away for a weekend, one night in this city. She'd arranged to meet an old friend for a drink while she was here. On the train she wondered whether he would comment on the change in her appearance, whether she would still secretly think he was fit, and whether they'd have enough to talk about. Pushing these thoughts to the back of her mind she focussed on her music, although the cold train carriage meant she had goosebumps, her nipples pushed against her soft bra, and the odd shiver forcing her to wrap her shawl around her shoulders.
Soon this was the last thing on her mind, rushing into the bustling city to reach her hotel and check in. Grabbing some dinner from a stall on the way and collapsing on her huge bed she realised she was going to be late, they were meant to be meeting at 7! She puts the TV onto a music channel and jumped in the shower, tying her hair into a bun, using her favourite shower gel, which matched her perfume, dancing in the shower to the music from the TV.
Still rushing she hurriedly dressed, laying her outfit on her bed quickly to assess it. She wanted to impress, it'd been a long time since they'd last met, so she'd chosen a fitting pencil skirt, hold up stockings with backseams, and a low cut cowl top, coupled with some killer heels. As she dropped her towel and fastened her bra behind her over her pert breasts her phone flashed up with his name: 'Gareth'. His text said it was pouring and he'd meet her at her hotel to get a cab.
This was plenty of time to get dressed in, so she relaxed, sliding her matching thong over her trimmed mound, and then took her time pulling her stockings up her legs, ensuring the seam was straight, adjusting the lace tops. Once fully dressed and accessorized the finishing touches were a few spritz of perfume, and she made her way to the hotel lifts. Walking in front of her was a well dressed, well built man, she couldn't help but check him out, judging his bum and strong, broad shoulders.
As she fiddled on her phone waiting for the lifts the man turned to look at her, and exclaimed 'Amanda!'. It was Gareth...presumably staying in her hotel. She'd mentioned which she'd booked before but didn't know he'd booked the same one! They shared a warm, strong hug, he inhaled deeply and his senses were filled with her perfume. They pulled apart and smiled at each other, she noted that one of his hands remained around her waist until she took a step backwards. As the lift arrived and they travelled downstairs they discussed the best plan for the evening,
Gareth suggested a cocktail bar which was close by, the rain had stopped now so they were brave and walked. Amanda waited a while before complaining that she couldn't keep up walking in her fabulous shoes, at which point she was teased, but Gareth offered her his arm. Holding onto his strong bicep she tottered beside him, wondering if they looked like a couple to the casual observer, giggling to herself at that thought.
Once at the bar drinks were queued for, and bought, and a booth secured so they could catch up. A couple of drinks later the awkwardness was gone, which Amanda had spent some time worrying about, and it was as though they had seen each other only last week. She knew she became quite tactile when she'd been drinking, and found herself touching his arms a lot, pushing him away when he made bad jokes, only to find him sitting closer and closer. After a while his arm had worked its way around her back, then rested on her shoulder, fiddling with her bra strap. She made a joke about this:
"Trying to get me naked already eh?!"
He looked at her hard for a split second, his hand moved to her waist and he kissed her, taking her totally by surprise. She pushed back away from his kiss, but he was easily stronger, took one of her hands in his, intertwining his fingers, and kissed her again, this time she didn't resist. They melted into one another, and he pulled her legs over his, so she was sitting sideways and he could get both hands around her waist.
Neither of them were drunk, and became quite conscious that they were very much in public, as their kisses became more passionate. He kissed her neck gently and whispered in her ear "Lets go back to the hotel". Amanda nodded, she was getting hotter and wetter by the minute and her thong would soon be soaked through, Gareth's hands stroking up and down her stockinged legs was not helping her growing desire.
Gareth finished his drink quickly, as Amanda downed hers, pulling her jacket on and standing up unsteadily. Gareth was there in a shot, his hands around her waist, somehow moving a hand to her bottom to steady her and keep her upright. He gave her a quick squeeze and took her arm, walking back to the hotel with purpose.
Amanda was losing her nerve on the walk back, he could sense it, so suggested they walk back to their rooms. They were on the same floor, his room came first, and he asked her if she wanted to come in for a drink. She hesitated, but agreed, suddenly nervous, her confidence in herself fading. His door opened and taking her hand he led her inside. The room was dimly lit, just the lamps by the side of the bed were on, but she didn't have time to assess the whole space before she was against the wall, his weight pushing against her, his lips on her neck. She couldn't help moaning his name aloud.
His erection was growing harder and harder against her. One of his hands moved up her neck to hold her head as he kissed her again, pushing her lips apart with his tongue, she welcomed him into her mouth. His other hand found its way inside her top, groping her breast over her bra, extracting more moans from her. As she moaned into his mouth she grappled with the fly on his trousers, she wanted to release him, to see if he was really as big as they had joked earlier in the night. Her hands were forced above her head and he lifted her top from her, discarding it into what would become a pile of clothes.
