Your travels brought you to a city close enough for a rendezvous but far enough away to have an air of primal lust. The idea of meeting during your business trip was naughty and sexy and too exciting to pass up. You met me at the airport wearing a button down shirt worn untucked over your khakis. The top button was undone and I could imagine undoing the rest.
We exchanged hellos, flirtatious smiles, and restrained kisses with hunger at the heart of them. You took my one bag and we wasted no time getting to the nearest hotel, already secured.
Once in the room we skipped the customary small talk about the space and you pushed your body against me, instead. Your lips on my neck, you pushed me to the bed with your hips pressed to mine. I yielded with slight resistance and pulled your face to meet mine. Tasting your tongue, lips, mouth and heat was all I thought about for 48 hours and I was not going to miss a second of it. I bit your lip gently as you began to unbutton my shirt, revealing my red bra. As you kissed the exposed skin your body grew hungrier...more powerful. I could feel you growing hard against me and I rocked my hips into you harder. I unbuttoned your shirt as your hands climbed up my thigh, under my skirt, feeling the top of my thigh-high stockings, then up to my red thong panties. I pulled your shirt off and pushed you with both palms, encouraging you to lie on your back so I could undress for you.