She was standing on the balcony of the hotel room when she first noticed him on the street below. He was paying for taxi fare, passing dollar bills to the cabbie. His hair had glints of silver that caught the light of the setting sun, which was what caught her eye as she scanned the sidewalk.
He wore a dark gray suit, perfectly fitted to his mature, but trim, physique. She watched intently as he bent down to pick up his leather suitcase, and as he turned, she could see a fashionable designer tie against a crisp blue oxford dress shirt. Even from this distance, she could see the artistic detail in the tie â suddenly she wondered what cologne he wore â probably something woodsy, with spicy undertones, sophisticated and totally male.
He stood up, adjusting his coat sleeves at each wrist before striding toward the glass doors of the hotel. As if he sensed her stare, he glanced up at the balcony where she now was leaning with her elbows on the railing. Her black gown was flowing in the breeze, the material so lightweight it feathered through the evening breeze. Her hair was dark, with coppery strands that danced like fireflies in the red light of dusk. He clearly saw her bare legs from where he stood and when she moved ever so slightly, he glimpsed black satiny panties.
She rose up from the leaning position, tossing hair off her shoulders gracefully, in a dancing motion. Her breasts, large and natural looking, raised the gown higher as she swayed backward, watching him⌠her nipple forming little peaks under the thin satin. She lifted one foot up on the railing, exposing her inner thighs and the edge of lace between them.
He felt an erection beginning, and he knew right then he had to see more of her. No, he wanted to touch her.
She smiled, and then, with a gentle wave of her hand, disappeared behind the hotel curtains of her room.
He made a mental note of the floor, and counted the windows over to her balcony. He estimated her room location and then continued inside the hotel lobby to register.
Back inside the quiet hotel room, she observed the reflection in the mirror. Taking both hands, she cupped her breasts, forming a deep cleavage as she pushed them together. She slightly pinched her nipples, and they stood out at attention, like obedient soldiers. She squeezed her fleshy breasts harder, and she felt an ache in her loins that she knew would be comforted only by filling the soft, silky cavern with a powerful, pulsing man â in the flesh, a real man.
Not just any man â suddenly she wanted that man outside on the sidewalk.
Her fantasy was making her hot, and she could feel moistness between her legs. She reached for the special oil kept in a decorative decanter that was on the nightstand, and pulled open the bottom drawer of the oak dresser. Inside, soft black flannel covered an oblong shape. Holding it lovingly in her hand, she caressed it as she opened the flap and removed a cock reproduced so realistically, veins bulged as if ready to burst out of its skin. She poured oil down the shaft, warm and smooth beneath her fingers⌠she was eager to feel it deep inside her.
She lay back on the damask coverlet of the bed, spread her legs, waiting for what was certain to come⌠the ache inside her building as she envisioned how he would look standing over her, his chest heaving as his cock drove inside warm, wet lips.
Her eyes were closed as she split open the pink labia with delicate fingers, preparing to receive the surrogate for her fiery desire⌠seeking satisfaction⌠yearning release.
He dropped his suitcase onto the bed in his hotel room, and went in to turn on the shower. Removed the coat, tossing it over the tapestry upholstered chair â loosened his tie and lifted the loop over his head with one hand while unbuttoning the monogrammed cuffs on his shirt with the other.
He wondered what she was doing. He pictured her naked and his cock stated to harden just at the mere thought. She looked so soft, so sexy⌠comforting, inviting⌠he wanted to feel her against him.
He stepped into the steaming shower, using herbal soap, taking special care around his penis, pulling the foreskin back even further until the purplish head was completely vulnerable, unwrapped from the pink hood. His chest hair was white with lather, and he turned toward the shower spray to rinse. Finally he reached for the faucet and turned off the water. Stepping out, he grabbed a white towel and briskly dried his lightly tanned skin, dark hair shining wet on his masculine body.
He splashed on after-shave, leaving the rugged growth of hair on his face from his morning shave. He combed back his hair, then reached for jeans in the closet. Dressing, he imagined her caress⌠and the erection promptly returned.
She had peeked into the hallway just in time to see him unlocking the door to room 204. He was magnificent â broad shoulders and strong arms, his movements confident, deliberate and well executed. His room was only a few doors down, the opposite side of the hall. Maybe she would ârun into himâ in the hallway⌠or better yet, the elevator.
Alone. And the elevator is stalled between two floors⌠hmmm⌠she imagined tasting his lips⌠wrapping his tongue in hers. The idea alone made her want to ravish the man and she didnât even know him â a complete stranger.
It was no coincidence their rooms were separated by just a few steps. He had cleverly arranged it upon check-in, once he calculated her room number. He even knew she had checked in alone. His frequent visits at this hotel had benefited when he inquired of the porter about the guest in 221. He learned she had registered the day before, and would not be checking out until Monday. That was four days from now, and he knew just how to fill every hour with sensual persuasion⌠and ultimately, erotic ecstasy. It would be a pleasurable experience for him, and sure to be unforgettable for her.
She had just finished her bubble bath and slipped into the sleek black dress when she heard the knock. At first, thinking it was next door, she didnât respond. She brushed her dark sable hair, letting it lay softly on her shoulders. She heard the knock again â this time there was no question. It was her door.
She stood on tiptoes and looked out through the security peephole, only to see a dark blue shirt without a face. Who would be knocking on her door? â she wasnât expecting company. In fact, few even knew she was here. Curious, she opened the door.
