So this is what I remember....
We got into the hotel room. The Westin. I had only visited there once before, but never to sleep. The bed was a huge white cloud. I flopped on it, trying not to feel butterflies. Chad went to get ice for our drinks, and in the meantime, I busied myself with unpacking my toiletries in the bathroom. When Chad returned, I poured us both a drink and took mine into the bathroom. Setting my drink down on the counter, I looked into my tentative reflection in the mirror. Was I actually contemplating this? Could I go through with it? I shivered a little with hesitation, but a tremor of excitement shot through me as well. Oh well, I decided. It was now or never.
Slowly, savouring my first drink of the night and the feel of heady anticipation, I removed all body hair. First my legs: all the way up. Then under my arms. Then finally, my pussy. Almost hairless anyway, it only needed a little primping before it was smooth as silk. I ran a finger up my slit when I was through, savouring the softness and noticing the slight dampness already accumulating there. I showered quickly, and covered myself in lotion to make sure that every part of me was extra touchable. I slipped on my lacy black thong and matching bra, then twirled once in the mirror. Satisfied, I picked up my nearly empty glass and opened the bathroom door.
Our room was T-shaped. The door was at the bottom of the T, with a short hallway leading into the main room. On the left, taking up one entire side of the room, stood the cloud-bed. Directly in front was the picture window, giving us a view of... well, the roof, and some of Ottawa's taller downtown high rises (but who's kidding who here, we weren't there for the view). On the right, across from the bed, stood the TV, and the bathroom door was right beside it. I had to pass directly in front of the TV to refill my drink, but nowhere near close enough to the bed that he could touch me. I nonchalantly sauntered over to the table with our drinks, glass in hand. I snuck a look at Chad; exactly the reaction I had hoped for. His mouth agape, glass in hand, he was drinking me in from head to toe. I could almost see the thoughts taking shape in his head. I made a show of filling my drink, making sure to give him a good view from all angles, before I sauntered casually back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed.
When I emerged again, this time dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt, I headed to the bed like nothing had happened, and stretched out on my side, giving Chad an enticing view of the curve of my hips.
We talked, mostly about sex, but also about other unimportant things. I had been starting to feel like things were too contrived, like we were just there for the sex and that was it. There is no mystery to something like that, and I wanted to make it fun. I needed things to be more in my control; I work better that way, and taking control of the conversation seemed like a good first step. Before long, our glasses were getting low and I needed to pee. I was also ready for things to move along a little. So I got up, and facing Chad, began unzipping my pants. Halfway through a sentence, he stopped short, his expression of surprise quickly changing into one that can only be described as pure animal lust.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I said innocently, "so I thought I'd leave my pants here." Slowly, I inched my jeans down my thighs, then wriggled out of them completely. Leaving them crumpled on the floor, I pivoted, and without another word, walked into the bathroom. Even without looking back, I knew his eyes followed my ass the entire way. My thong was soaked. I loved the feeling of power I had over him already. Surveying myself in the mirror, I licked my lips. I'd fuck me, I thought to myself. All I was left wearing now was a sheer white v-neck tee, black bra and lace panties, the crotch of which was very wet and already clung to my pussy lips. My nipples were hard with anticipation. Round 2.
Stepping out of the washroom, I immediately walked over to the bed, bent at the waist, and leaned seductively against the bed. Looking Chad straight in the eye, I said, "Chad, why don't you fill our drinks? I'll wait here." If he hadn't got a good view of my ass and pussy before, he sure did then. I was fully exposed save for the scrap of material my thong provided, and even that wasn't helping much. I could feel the pulse in my clit as he circled behind me and devoured me with his eyes.
As he came back with our drinks, Chad let out a long wolf whistle. "Fuck, man," he said, shaking his head, his eyes never leaving my toned ass, "you sure are a sight to behold." With those words he came up behind me and pressed his now rock hard erection against my panty-covered pussy. I gasped as a surge of wetness unexpectedly flooded me.
"Now, hold on a second," I said teasingly, "how is this fair? I'm not wearing pants. I don't think you should be either."
