She knew she really shouldn't be eavesdropping, but the voice was so hypnotic. He was closing a business deal on the phone, she couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but her eyes drank him in. He was tall with dark hair and a fine stubble shadowed his sharp jaw. There was power in his gaze as he paid his bill in the hotel bar, still on the phone. Disappointed, she turned toward the elevator she'd been waiting for, just as the doors opened. Allison walked through the doors and turned to face them as they closed. Just then a hand shot through the opening, stopping the doors and forcing them to reopen.
It was the man from the bar, a small smile playing on his lips as he entered the elevator and stood next to her, his arm brushing hers. She tugged her skirt down subconsciously and breathed his musky scent. He smelled delicious. Allison felt her pussy moistening and went to move away a step when he caught her by the hand, causing her to turn to face him. They were standing close together, chest to chest, her stilettos adding inches to her already tall frame, though he still towered over her. He leaned over her, looking into her eyes and she flushed more.
Her breath caught in her throat as he whispered in her ear, "didn't anyone teach you it's rude to stare?"
She gulped and nodded her head. "I'm so..sorry," she stammered. Now blushing furiously, she stepped back and he responded by stepping forward. She could feel his length pressed against her belly; he was so close. She kept stepping back until she was pressed against the wall of the elevator. He continued to press against her, cupping her face in his hands as she reached the wall, bending down to kiss her passionately. Her mouth fell open in surprise and his tongue swept through her lips, playing with hers. Fire danced in her belly, and a moan escaped her throat despite herself. He released her face, continuing to kiss her with a sense of desperation, instead, tearing off suit jacket and ripping open her silk blouse, sliding it down her arms as he buried his face in her chest.
Unknowingly her hands moved to his face and she began stroking his face and neck while kissing him back. He was a damn good kisser and she felt overcome by desire for a complete stranger. He unclasped her bra and slid it off her body, lifting a breast to take a dusky nipple into his mouth. He played with it, rolling it over his tongue and gently nipping her. She moaned and leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes in passion. He took this as an invitation to continue, and slid his hand down her side, cupping her bottom before finding the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up, pushing her legs apart as he moved his hand between her knees and up her thighs. He used his other hand to play with her breasts, squeezing her nipples before returning to kiss her. He held her close to him by the small of her back while he explored her soft folds with the fingers of his other hand.
