A knock on your hotel room door. Whom could it be? You're not expecting anyone. You didn't order room service. It must be some mistake. You look back down at your computer and go back to typing, assuming they'll go away. But they don't. Several more seconds go by and there's more knocking. You sigh and grab your drink to keep from spilling it, then hop off the bed that you were comfortably enjoying before you were so rudely interrupted. You're gearing up to give whomever is on the other side of that door a piece of your mind. You almost can't wait to lay into them. Increasingly nasty thoughts stream through your head. Upon reaching the door, you unlock it then jerk it open in one swoop. Your eyes get big, but then you pull back and keep in line with your cool, calm nature. A slight smile creeps across your face. "Red," you say softly.
I smile broadly and laugh. "I've never told you this, but I do love it when you call me that." Without even being invited in, I walk around you and step inside, looking around at your most recent digs. "I thought you said you were 'slumming it'. This doesn't look much like 'slumming it' to me there, T."
You finally close the door and make your way into the room behind me. "What're you doing here?"
"I came to see you, of course."
You chuckle, somehow enjoying my vague, unrevealing answer. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"I'll have one of whatever you're having, darlin'," I answer nonchalantly, smoothing down my short, black dress.
"What I'm having is probably a little stiff for you, dear," you inform me as you make your way over to the bar.
"I'm not one of those lace and frills women you're used to, T," I say with a smile.
You laugh to yourself and shake your head. "No, Lore, you certainly aren't." You retrieve some ice, adding some to your glass and some to a fresh glass, then you pour us both a stiff drink.
By now I'm sitting in one of the two ivory satin covered chairs across from the bed, fully making myself at home. I watch you intently from across the room noticing that you're wearing one of those fluffy, white hotel robes and your hair's still slightly damp. Carrying the two drinks, you make your way over to me. You hand me one of the glasses, then sit down in the available ivory chair just opposite me. We stare at each other as we raise the glasses to our lips. Toothy smiles are hidden behind the crystal old fashioned glasses. We exchange no words as we sip our cocktails, but we say much. Knowing glances and dancing eyes tell all. If others were to see us, they may think little of this exchange, but we know the truth. The mind-fuck has begun.
After a long sip, I bring my glass down and sit back in the chair, never breaking our gaze. Holding your glass with both hands and with one elbow propped up on the side of the chair, you cock your head to the side and continue to stare into my deep chocolate brown eyes. I allow a smile to slink across my pouty pink lips.
"Lore, Lore, Lore," you whisper, shaking your head.
"Surprised to see me?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"I am. I certainly didn't expect you to be dropping in on me tonight."
"Expect the unexpected. Us non-frilly types are unpredictable," I say with a wink.
You laugh. "I'm glad you're here."
"That makes two of us," I say, sipping my drink, still gazing into your deep eyes. My heart's racing, though I'm trying to play it cool just like you. It's best for the purpose of this mind-fuck if neither of us flinch. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"No, just showered a bit ago and was doing a little writing," you inform me, nodding over towards the bed where the open laptop is still sitting in the center.
"I was afraid I was gonna interrupt you and some birdie doing a little nesting."
You laugh out loud. "No, no birdies tonight."
"Until now," I remind you.
"Until now," you repeat.
"It is quite a nice place ya got here," I say, trying to make conversation.
"It's ok."
"Don't be so pretentious. It's more than ok."
"As long as you're impressed, then I'm happy," you say sarcastically.
"Oh Thomas, darling, you know fancy, expensive hotel rooms aren't what impress me."
"Oh? Then what does impress you? Enlighten me."
I take a long sip of my drink, swirl the alcohol around on my tongue, then slowly swallow, all the while meeting your gaze. I look straight through you, a fire in my eyes, and simply answer, "You."
I then set my old fashioned down on the table that separates the two satin ivory chairs we're resting in and stand up. "I know you're 'slumming it' since this place is veranda-less and all, but I think I'll still go check out the view from the balcony before I take your word for it."
"Be my guest," you say, gesturing towards the sliding glass door that's already wide open. As I get closer, a blast of salty air tickles my nose. I make my way onto the balcony. Sure, it's no veranda, but it's more than enough. A small table separates two beachy chairs that sit off to one side. I walk all the way over to the railing, resting my hands on the steel still warm from the afternoon sun, and breathe deeply. The luminescent moon shines down over the entire beach. A long, distended silhouette of blue reflects off the dark water, which shimmers as the waves break and crash.
Mere seconds pass and I'm already wondering what you're doing, where you're standing, if you're coming out to join me. A chill runs through my body even though the air that's whipping past me is as warm as can be. I'm dying to turn around and see where you are, but I don't dare. Something tells me not to. And my instincts prove correct.
Suddenly, I feel your fingertips rest lightly on my bare shoulders as you move in behind me. I freeze. One simple touch from you and my heart jumps. I feel your hand move slowly up and sweep my hair towards the left, letting it fall around my shoulder. I feel your body get even closer to mine as your chest pushes against my back. Out of nowhere, your lips make contact with my skin just below my ear. The softest, sweetest kiss. Shivers travel down my spine. I lean back into you. My eyes close and my lips part, but no sound escapes. Your hands travel down my arms, finally snaking around my waist. Another kiss on my neck...this one slightly more urgent, though. Your soft lips dampen my skin. Your teeth nip lightly at me. A third kiss, this one, though, a direct hit. You instantly find that spot on my neck. You know the spot...one kiss there and you OWN ME. Congratulations. I'm all yours.
A very loud moan escapes my lips this time, which greatly encourages you. Your kisses against my neck get more fevered as you pull me back into you at my waist. I turn my head to the right and we're face to face. Finally, the moment I'd imagined a thousand times over. You bring your hand up and brush my cheek just as our lips meet softly. My heart races. I feel more than just your lips, though. I feel your passion, your desire, your need...all from one seemingly simple touch of your lips. I melt in your arms at that moment just as you'd predicted I would. Lucky for me, your arms are wrapped tightly around my body, holding me steadily against you. I can feel your cock twitch and stiffen against my ass.
I turn away from you again and look towards the ocean, going back to playing coy once more. "Beautiful night," I whisper.
"Beautiful girl," you whisper in my ear as you continue to hold me tight against your body.
"Trying to butter me up, T?"
"Butter you up? For what?"
"How should I know what dirty little thoughts might be roaming that mind of yours?"
"My thoughts are purely honorable in regards to you, Lore my sweet."
"Purely honorable?!"
"Of course."
"Why don't I buy that for a second?"
"My thoughts aren't less honorable just because I want you."
"You want me?"
"Even you can't play THAT coy."
"Maybe I just like hearing you say it."
"You like hearing facts that you already know to be true?"
"Sometimes."
"Seems silly."
"I can be a silly girl."
"Yes, you can be."
"But you want me anyway?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
