As I hear the elevator doors clink shut behind us I know that this night will be a wild ride. In a matter of seconds, he's pinned me against the rail along the back wall. I cannot resist the energy between us. My body melts into the sensation of every kiss he makes along my collarbone. His fingers trace up and down my arms as we make our way to my room.
The door opens and we step into the hallway. It feels like an ocean. White walls and a row of moderately spaced aqua-toned doors create our own little harbor. A carpet speckled with tan and illuminated with bright lights mimics the sun shining through crystal clear waters down to the sandy floor of the sea. I'm drowning in desire and I let the waves of my yearning carry me away to the point of no return.
As we step into my room anticipation buzzes like a honey bee suckling sweet nectar from a flower. The bed is surrounded by a hazy crimson red glow from the led lights of the headboard. He takes one of my hands into his and begins to slowly stroke my wrist. So simple. So sensual. I know this man, though he's a stranger. Perhaps we were lovers in another life, patiently waiting for our reconnection. His other hand rises to meet the strap of my tank and he slowly walks it down my shoulder.
Our heads are aligned, but with the nudge of his cheek my neck is exposed to the ceiling. He begins kissing down my ear and along my side. My face is becoming flushed with eagerness to feel his body pressed against mine. My nipples start to perk underneath my strapless sticky bra, wanting to be released to feel his touch.
What am I doing? Is this going to get me in trouble? My head is slowly overtaking my heart. I need to reset, to stop worrying, to move back into the flow and trusting that got me here in the first place.
I excuse myself for a quick shower. "I'll be just a minute" I promise as I slink away into a stream of steamy hot water, my mind racing at the idea of what I think is about to go down. As I feel the pressure of the water on my skin I'm brought back to reality. This is what I asked for. Exactly this. Someone real. Someone connected. Someone awakened.
I begin to sink into gratitude for the Universe gifting me this experience. As soon as I do, the shower door slowly creaks open...
"Mind if I hop in?" he whispers. His entire body is a work of art. It's the obvious result of immaculate self-care and hours at the gym. He is strong and smooth and muscular in all the right places. His thighs are thick and athletic. His biceps and 6-pack abs are covered by smooth creamy skin that's been kissed by the sun. The black band on his white boxer briefs hugs his hips and draws my eyes further south. He's more than a little happy to see me. It's showing rather well.
I beckon him to join me under the warm waterfall of the shower. We're getting clean, but things are about to get so dirty this effort will be a complete and total waste.
As he slides out of his Calvin's it's obvious that his member was created for greatness. It's hard and flawless, a 9-inch velvety diamond rod that was created just to please me. My favorite toy at home comes to mind. It's thick, dependable and slightly curved to hit all my favorite spots.
He is like my toy in the flesh, but so much more and so much better. He steps out of his briefs and it gives a soft little bounce up and down. In nothing but his birthday suit and a smile, he makes his way towards me as my knees begin to quiver. We're intertwined with each other and it's everything I imagined it would be.
