She Would Never Be The Same Again - In his room.
When she awoke later, it was still dark, but he was no longer there. She looked at herself and realized that anyone could have come up and found her here naked. She rushed over to the chair where her dress was and picked it up to put it on. There was a card under it. It said, "Room 455." It was signed Patrick.
She picked it up and looked at it, knowing that whatever she decided to do, her life would never be the same again.
Staring at the card for a moment, her mind raced over the events of the evening. What had she been thinking! She could not believe that she had just had her pussy eaten, been fucked naked on a rooftop and then sucked a man off all on the same evening. Had it been a dream? No, here she was standing naked on the rooftop holding her dress and the card of the man who had ... seduced her. She guessed that was the right term. But then, it was almost as if he had taken control of her body and ... well, she HAD enjoyed it. She had never cum so hard in all her life. But she knew that she should just let it end there. She needed to return home after her conference and let this become just a memory.
She slipped her dress back on and looked around, spying her shoes. Where were her panties? Then she remembered the elevator. She had left them there. She remembered being pressed against the wall of the elevator, his mouth on her pussy, his tongue plunging in and out of her ... in spite of herself she was again becoming aroused.
Once again she glanced at the card. His room was on the same floor as hers, probably only a few doors away. The invitation was obvious. One part of her, a very lustful part she never knew existed until this night, wanted to accept that invitation. If he had done these things to her in an elevator or on the rooftop, what would do to her if he had her alone in his room? The question both frightened and excited her at the same time. She knew she should just drop the card, return to her room and forget about him. And yet ...
Janet found her clutch, took the card and dropped it in as she walked slowly off the roof, down the stairs, and into the elevator. Thank God, he had not taken her purse while she slept. As she entered the elevator, she realized that she was in the same one they had used earlier in the evening. She glanced around, but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She wondered who had them and blushed at the thought.
When the elevator stopped at her floor, she got off and made her way to her room. Passing room 455, his room, Janet's steps slowed. She almost stopped, but then her good sense took over and she kept on going until she reached her own, just a few doors down.
Closing the door behind her, Janet leaned against it a moment with her eyes shut. Even though she wasn't going to his room, she was as yet unwilling to let go of the sensual feelings she had been experiencing since she woke naked on the rooftop. She was glad she had brought a sexy nightgown with her and not one of the cotton ones she usually wore at home. She undressed, slid the long, silky gown over her head and crawled into bed. She glanced at the clock and discovered it was only ten. She turned on the television and set the sleep timer, thinking she would go to sleep to the drone of the TV.
She tried to focus on the screen, but her mind kept going over the events of evening. She remembered his eyes, his voice, and how wonderful his hands and his tongue had felt on her body. She remembered his cock pounding into her pussy and then his hardness in her mouth. How eager she had been to please him! She hadn't even minded when he came and she was forced to swallow it. She had never done that before and was surprised how much she enjoyed it. She remembered how safe and secure she had felt in his arms afterwards. Satisfied, ready to sleep.
But now, Janet couldn't sleep. She realized that as she had replayed the evening, she had become wet again. Each time she played the evening back in her mind, she became more aroused. She knew if she did not go to his room, she would spend the rest of her life wondering what she had missed. Suddenly, she leapt out of bed and grabbed the complimentary robe from her closet. She slipped the key to the room in its large pocket and headed out, not even stopping to fix her hair. She knew if she thought about it too much, she might turn back. As she reached his door she paused again and reflected on how she was dressed. Well, he would know why she was there and coming fully dressed would not change that. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on his door. The time until he answered seemed interminably long and she almost turned and scurried back to her room. But then the door opened and there he was.
No longer in his suit, he too was wearing a robe. His green eyes locked on hers and she melted. Janet didn't know what would happen next, but she doubted she could deny him anything he asked. His eyes then took in her whole body, wrapped as it was in the robe. He smiled slowly and again his eyes met and held hers.
"I wondered how long it would take for you to show up. I was beginning to think that I had misread you; that perhaps, you hadn't enjoyed our evening together as much as I had."
Janet suddenly felt her body flush and she felt shy and vulnerable. "I ... I did enjoy it ... very much. No one has ever made me feel that way." As she said the last words her eyes dropped and she could no longer meet his gaze.
"Look at me!" He said in a low voice with a sharp tone. She jerked her head back up and again found herself staring into his deep eyes.
"Why are you here?"
Suddenly Janet felt a little foolish standing in the hall. Why hadn't he invited her in? He had to know why she was here. She wanted him to make love to her again; to take control, and set her body on fire. But she couldn't say that! Standing before him now, she remembered when she had asked him to lick her pussy. She remembered when she had begged him to fuck her. He must think that she was nothing but a little slut. She should turn and leave now, but she couldn't. Her feet were rooted to the floor and she was lost again in his gaze.
"You ... I ... you left the card. I thought you wanted me to come to your room."
"But why did you come to my room?" he repeated in a sterner tone.
Drawing a deep breath for strength, Janet responded, "I ... I want you to make love to me again." These words were whispered and came tumbling out in a rush.
"Do you really?"
She nodded, her gaze never leaving his. She wanted to rush into his arms, but instinctively she held back. Something inside told her that he would not welcome that. Not yet, anyway.
"Do you know what you are asking for?" As he asked this question he smiled again with a knowing smile. He stepped back a little and his robe came open. He was naked underneath and his cock was large and erect, just as she had remembered. She let out an involuntary gasp and looked back up at him. His expression had not changed.
Janet shook her head slowly, "No, I don't guess I do. But ... I want to be here with you ... and ... you can do with me as you wish." These last words again came out in a rush. She could hardly believe that she had said them. And she couldn't help wondering what it was about him that caused her to say them.
He smiled broadly now. "If you step into this room, there is no turning back ... at least until tomorrow morning. I will not harm you or allow you to be harmed. But I expect you to do what I tell you or leave immediately. If you leave, you will never see me again."
She looked into his eyes for a moment considering what he had said. What would he make her do? She trembled a little with both fear and excitement. She knew she should turn and walk away, but she couldn't. Instead she simply nodded and slowly stepped into his room.
