"What the FUCK was I thinking?" I think wildly, looking at the phone in my hand.
We've been chatting for months now. Co-workers and that's all. Lately however, the discussions have been more in depth, racier, a definite sexy edge to them. And tonight, far from home, we've definitely been dancing along the edge of our self-imposed boundaries. Teasing, joking, actually laughing out loud but separated by several rooms in this hotel. And then I did it.
--Having a glass of wine. You should come over.--
"Fuck!"
Out loud this time. In my quiet room it's shockingly loud and it spurs me to action. Off goes the sweatshirt I've been lounging in. No time to put a bra back on but on goes a clean t-shirt. No time to put jeans back on, these sweat pants will have to do. A quick spin to make sure things are more or less cleaned up... good...
And then a knock at the door. Not a loud one...just a light tapping of knuckles. My stomach does a flip flop. "Not too late. I can swing the door open, say I was teasing and wish him good night in person for once." I'm thinking this as I walk toward the door. I know I'm going to open it. And I know nothing will happen when I do. He's too much of a gentleman, too reserved in person to initiate what I think we both want.
I double check the peephole. Of course, it's him, looking directly at the peephole and at me. Time for one last breath before unlocking the door and swinging it open.
I'm smiling as I do, looking up at him.
He's not smiling back. He has an intense look in his eyes, his mouth (mm, such full lips) is a line. It makes me pause, door mostly open. He's never like this... always smiling, always joking, always looking for the next funny thing to say. He makes me smile like I haven't smiled in years. But not now. Could something be wrong?
"What's up?" I start to say when he moves, so quickly for a big man. One minute we're staring at each other through a doorway, the next he's in my room, hands up and around the back of my head, through my hair and his mouth, that unsmiling mouth, is kissing me! And no gentle 1st time kiss, either... a hard, full on kiss, almost bruising my mouth with its hunger.
I freeze. Yeah, I've thought of this. Those kind of fantasies you know will never happen but this... this is so real. And it's such a good kiss. Mouth moving, a hint of tongue wetting both out lips, hands busy in my hair, pulling me closer. And his body... I can feel his chest against mine, pressing into my breasts. Oh Lord, what a kiss!
And then I'm kissing back. Fiercely, just as much as he is. My hands move of their own accord, sliding under his shirt to feel his back. Fuck indecision, fuck never gonna happen... fuck YEAH!
The moment he feels my hands, his hands move too. Well, one does. One stays behind my head, pulling me against his mouth. The other, it goes sliding down the side of my face, caressing as it goes, down my collar bone, palming my left breast. My nipple rubs on the material of my shirt as he handles me... a big hand, completely enveloping my breast. My breath catches at the sensation as a jolt of electricity shoots through me, right to my stomach. He thumbs my nipple, pulling it just enough to hurt so good. Then his hand is moving again, sliding under my shirt.
And the kiss goes on. His tongue slides into my mouth and mine into his. He tastes of mint (good boy, brush those teeth) and his tongue is aggressive against mine. Our lips are busy too, kissing, nibbling, nipping, heads moving from side to side...holy shit, where did he learn to kiss like this?
