At 10 minutes past 7, I heard the soft knock at the door. As I stood from the sofa and walked across the sitting area of the small suite I smiled at the perfect timing of her arrival. She must know the effect that even 10 minutes of additional anticipation has on me. I must struggle not to show the overpowering desire I have.
I open the door and Marla is an absolute fantasy vision as always. She smiles and I try to moderate what must be an ear to ear grin on my face. I step aside and motion for her to join me in the warmly lit hotel room. As she passes me I note the delicious movement of her hips in the thin dark fabric of her dress. I almost cannot take in the entire vision at once and remind myself that there will be time for slow study in a moment. I note with satisfaction though, the high, black spike heels with the buckled strap around her delicate ankles.
I step ahead of her and walk to the lamp by the end table and press the small switch. This small adjustment to the lighting was the perfect modification. I turn to Marla and meet her smile. I gently take her small purse and place it on the edge of the coffee table. Offering her my hand I escort her a few feet toward the center of the room and turn her gently to face the full length mirror. The look on her face is inquisitive as she sees me move close behind her and now our world is the reflected image in the mirror.
I stand for a moment looking over her into the mirror and enjoy a close examination of her beauty. Her dark hair and makeup are, of course perfect. Just a bit more than would be appropriate for a business meeting, not enough to be considered overdone but just a hint of the sensual mission ahead.
The cut of the dress drops sharply over her shoulders exposing a deep "V" of beautiful skin in front. I struggle to move my eyes slowly and not fall to her delicious cleavage. I know she is watching my eyes and I won't give her the satisfaction of knowing how she has captivated me; the vivid red of the dress, a stunning contrast to her dark hair and beautiful white skin. A row of gold buttons extends down the front, off center to define the wrap of the dress. It is perfectly fitted and I know Marla has chosen it specifically for me. The hem extends tastefully to mid-thigh; the dark silk of the stockings providing definition to the hem of the dress.
I drink in the reflected image but now I can move my eyes to the delicate skin of her neck. She sees me change my gaze and she feels my hands on her shoulders. She watches intently as my head lowers and my lips are drawn delicately to the skin of her neck. The scent that fills my nostrils is delicious and my lips explore the smooth skin; my face moving her hair aside to taste more of her neck and ears. I feel her relax against my grasp and she exhales deeply. I slowly move to the opposite side noting now that she begins to lean back against me, she must feel my hardness against her.
I raise my head and our eyes again meet in the reflection. My hands slide down and find the top button. I deftly unfasten the button but do not put pressure against her body. I sense she is not expecting this approach and I relish in a moment of advantage. I relax my knees to reach the bottom button and stand again with my hands on her shoulders. I pause to enjoy the image and our eyes meet. The dress hangs loosely but still covers her. She makes no movement and we both know I will define the moment when the dress is removed.
My fingers trace the outline of the fabric around her neck and gently down the front, carefully tracing the fabric without touching her skin. I can feel her warmth. I sense no weakness in her knees and she is almost defiant in her security with the impending display of her beautiful body. My fingers move back to the neckline and carefully hook my fingers under the shoulders and lift gently. The dress begins to open at her waist. I lift the dress back and over her shoulders.
