Control yourself, Katya. The lift doors had brushed open, and she had heard the single pinging chime. The dark green eyes of a businessman she had seen gazing her way, across the crowded rooftop bar of a choice Amsterdam hotel, and at the end of the conference day, were now so very close and seemed to bore into her. She cannot look away, some instinct to hold that gaze compelling her to do so.
The bewitching guy continues looking as he nonchalantly presses the button for the floor she needs and that is lit up as if he needs that floor too. Casually, he then leans on the rail as his eyes again make contact with hers and she begins to feel a little light-headed, warmth spreading through her body and especially in her panty-clad pussy. She shifts uneasily as the man draws closer.
'Don't look so worried,' he says with a soft knowing smile teasing his wonderful lips. 'Are you feeling warm?'
'Yes, as it happens,' she stammers, dismayed by his forwardness, and wants to look away just to break that gaze on her. She can't do that. A wonderful-looking man, two metres tall and immaculately dressed in a dark blue business suit, is in the lift with her, the light tan on his skin to be seen on his throat and lean face, his short black hair tidy, the cut suggesting it needs little attention. He sweeps one hand over it, anyway, as if he wants her to take in who he is. She needs no encouragement to do that, for he looks so fit, his build suggesting a broad chest, strong arms, and legs.
He's just coming onto her, and she feels she could drown in the look of those eyes on her. She shudders, having spent too long looking at him and wondering what is below his belt. Her eyes drift back up and she drowns once more in that look of his upon her. How is she to deal with what has been aroused in her, literally in the blink of an eye?
The ping of the bell announces the lift's arrival on floor seven and as it opens an elderly lady shuffles in, her walking frame with its wheels and feet obliging the stranger to make way and to slowly move to stand beside her. Katya glances at him for an instant and meets his smile and wondering look upon her. The woman sits on her walker and stares at the door as it closes and the lift descends.
'I find you so attractive. Meet me, suite 12...say at eleven o'clock? I have a conference call before...then I'm free if you are.'
His breaths have been in her ear and on her face and she shivered in aberrant longing for him, her feelings aroused by the novelty and dangers of this rendezvous that he was suggesting.
Ping! The elevator slows to a smooth stop. They are on floor five the light announces on the screen above the doors as they slide open.
'My floor, ladies!' the man announces, cheerfully, and walks past them both. There is but a moment's slow wink of one eye before he's gone without another glance their way. Katya feels dismayed at the sudden ending of their meeting; even more so by what she has heard him whisper moments ago. He's given voice to what she has felt, a wish to take things so much further. Yes, he wanted to take her to bed and she has done nothing to rebuff him.
'What a smart-looking man. He even winked at us!' the elderly woman chuckles, twisting in her seat to look her way. Katya smiles but does not respond.
She's consumed by what has happened. Those few words 'suite twelve, meet me...' have set her thoughts all in a whirl. She steps out of the lift on floor three and by then her mind is in utter turmoil. If she agrees, it will be the quickest and riskiest pickup she has ever experienced and conceded to. The man and his few words keep tumbling around in her thoughts.
With her mind on him, the door security card is shoved into its groove on the reader and she pulls it out, the green light showing and the door is pushed open. Her handbag is thrown onto the wide expanse of the pillows and she simply falls back on the bed and glances at the digital bedside clock. Its green letters show nine-thirty. She has only an hour and a half to think through what to do and make ready if she is to allow the man to 'pull' her and all that will surely follow. Her mind is in a whirl, rattles from going to him and then not. He'll think her easy meat if she goes; unadventurous if she does not.
Oh shit! What to do, what to do!
Her partner, Robert, will never know, will he? Just as she doesn't know, or ask, what he does when away from her in his work as a water supply engineering consultant.
The words, 'suite twelve' and 'I find you so attractive' swirl around in her head. The ones missing are, 'I want to fuck with you.' His self-confident, even arrogant, ways would make those words only too easy to say for she's seen it in his eyes, in the set of his straight-lipped mouth, in his manner, and in that teasing smile!
'He's got to show me who he is, not just say the right words!'
Determined on what to do she gets up from the bed and kicks off her shoes, rushes to the wardrobe, and picks out her 'go to' dress for a ritzy, not too dressy, occasion -- a swing dress in deepest night blue, strapless and the body adorned with diamante studs like stars in a night sky, and a frilly swirly hem. It's floaty and so in tune with her decision to live on the wild side. It, along with a skimpy thong and bra, both in flame red, is thrown on the bed.
She has time for a shower.
'I must be crazy...crazy!' she mutters as the water cascades over her, and thoughts rush in. She's careful as the ladies razor tidies the blond hair that marks the line of her slit. 'That wonderful mouth will graze over me there...'
Favorite body lotions are always with her whenever she travels, be it for work or pleasure, and now she dries off her body, takes a moment to look at her slender full-breasted figure that is not over-generous but is firm enough, and soon massages the soft cream into her skin, applies blusher and lightly coats her lips red.
Her tits are pushed together by her bra even if he won't see them until he undresses her, her mound is nicely covered by a thong, the touch of silk just what she wants. A look in the mirror reveals a horny woman out for an adventure she thought had been put in her past.
'Eleven o'clock...eleven o'clock!' The time is getting closer and she realizes that she now has to hurry, lost as she has been in thoughts and preparations for what will be a one night stand, but with a superbly handsome man who can't be that much older than she is. She steps into her dress, and adjusts the fit over her breasts...yes, they're going to please him...and she checks her reflection in the mirror as her sandy-blonde hair, its lazy twirling strands, is brushed out to frame her slender face. What has he seen to make him want her so badly that he's propositioned her in the lift, of all places?
'Five minutes to go! She garbs a small snatch bag and the room fob before she shoves her feet into low-heeled pumps that she's just remembered to find. She rushes to the door. 'I hope he's got rubbers...I haven't.'
Should she risk it? Yes...no...oh, the hotel may have considerately provided them! Back to the bathroom. Yes, there they are. Two into the bag. More than enough!
The door's pulled shut and she rushes for the lift, relieved at how quickly it pings to announce its arrival. It rises to the floor she needs and it pings again. He went to the left so she rushes along and stops outside his door. One minute she wanted to run away, the next she was rapping her knuckles on the door, her body and mind possessed by images of him, of them, naked in each other's arms and doing it.
Lust and adrenaline course through her body and veins. Her heart is beating like a drum in her chest as if it will burst free and she's trembling in her shoes at the delay.
