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Going Up?
David
<david@innercite.com>
The conference has been going for almost a week and living in a hotel has
had its ups and downs. Like it is a pleasure to watch the variety of
people floating in and out of this place. Mostly businessmen on their
way to and from meetings, occasionally the business woman focused on
getting her job done, families on vacation. Downside is eating dinner
alone and the long evening of not much to do. Most of my evenings have
been spent in the hotels lounge reading a book to pass the time while
enjoying a beer or glass of wine before heading up to an empty bed.
The company has put me up in a luxury hotel. At least 40 stories to the
place overlooking the city. Glass elevator that breaks out of the
building at about the third floor and travels with a view from 40 feet
above the base to the buildings zenith. Although my room is on the 3rd
floor I did take the ride to the top one night just to see the city
lights below.
Tonight wasn't much different than the other three nights here, at least
until she walked into the bar. A beautiful woman in that indeterminate
age between 25 and 35. Athletic body with the movement of a dancer.
Every male head in the room and some of the woman turned as she entered
the bar. She had presence and attracted the eye with not only her beauty
but also the grace of her movements. She walked with power. The self
confidence of a woman comfortable with herself and knowing what she
wanted. It didn't hurt that she was dressed in a tight fitting
mini-dress, legs exposed almost to the beginning of her butts curve,
shoulders exposed and neckline showing just the beginning of the luscious
curve of breasts that didn't need the support of a bra. The tightness of
her dress left no doubt that there was no excessive clothing here.
I watched her over the top of my book slowly sipping the last of my beer
as she selected an isolated stool at the end of the bar. It was a
pleasure to watch her take her seat. The hem of her dress slipping up
slightly as she sat revealing even more thigh. She was definitely fuel
for fantasy. I released my breath in a slow sigh and returned to my
book, Robert Heinlein's Time Enough for Love. It had been a few years
since the last time I read it and it was still a pleasure reading the
adventures of Lazarus Long and his unusual household. Reaching the end
of a page I looked up to notice her scoping out the room and its
inhabitants. Returning to my reading I was startled from my solace by
the waitress bringing me another beer.
With the compliments of the lady at the bar, was all she said.
I raised my beer in salute and watched her as I took the first sip. She
smiled and my heart raced. This has got to be a dream. Out of a room
full of more affluent looking businessmen she had selected me for some
reason. Dressed in a pair of linen trousers and a collarless silk shirt
I wouldn't have stood out amongst the Armani suits, except for maybe the
fact that I was reading and not on the make.
She sipped her glass of wine and kept my eye. I felt like I was being
appraised. She put down her glass and gifted me with another smile.
Apparently I passed the first cut.
I put the book into my shoulder bag and went to join her at the bar. She
watched me cross the room with the same intensity that we had all watched
her as she entered the room. It was slightly unsettling being on the
other end of one of those looks but also appealing. Apparently she liked
what she saw for her smile never left her face.
Thanks for the beer, mind if I join you? I asked as I walked to her.
Please do. Enjoying your book?
Not as much as I would enjoy the company of a woman.
I introduced myself and we chatted about inconsequentials while we sipped
our drinks. There were no stools left so I had to stand next to her at
the bar. At this close range her scent filled my head. Scents of earth,
fruit, and woman. An intoxicating blend. My senses were on full alert
and I could feel the beginnings of a chemistry building between us.
Through our banter she never did get around to giving me her name. We
talked about the city, she too was just visiting and was leaving in the
morning. As we talked she would occasionally punctuate a comment with a
touch on my arm or shoulder and with each touch a jolt of electricity
passed from her hand to my core.
As we neared the ends of our drinks she showed that she had noticed the
title of the book I was reading. Do you have time enough for love?
Taking the last swallow of my beer I formulated my response, a paraphrase
on a quote of Lazarus Long himself. Given enough time I would lover
everyone worthy of being loved.
She smiled and took my hand. Slowly I lifted it to my mouth and kissed
the back of her knuckles never losing eye contact as I focused on the
scent of her and the task of kissing her hand. Kissing lightly, with a
firm hold of her hand. There was a bowl of fruit on the bar that we had
been munching and I took a strawberry placing it on her palm. Holding
her fingers lightly I slowly ate the strawberry from her hand. Never
losing eye contact I ate her palm clean kissing her hand to get the last
of the fruits sweet juices, lightly licking her palm clean with the
lightest feather touches of my tongue. Finished I placed her hand on her
forearm and asked her if I could escort her to her room.
She nodded and gave me the glimpse of inner thigh as she stepped off her
stool. In her heels she was just a hair taller than me. And we walked
together to the glass elevators. There was older couple waiting at the
elevators and we all entered the elevator together. They pressed a lower
floor and she pressed the top floor. We moved to the back of the
elevator where she turned to me putting her arms around my neck, holding
me close as the elevator started to move. We kissed. Lightly at first
and then with passion not caring about the couple who were standing at
the front of the elevator . They were consciously watching the advance
of the numbers above the door and I didn't care. Her body was pressed
close to mine and my hands gently massaged her back and ass as we
kissed. The weight of the dress gave me no doubt that there were no
panties underneath.
Reaching their floor the older couple left the woman pulling her husbands
hand to vacate the elevator as fast as possible. As the doors closed we
both broke the kiss to laugh and the elevator broke out of the confines
of the building into the star lit night. As the expanse of the city
opened up below us we continued to kiss and I slid my hand under the hem
of her dress finding her clit and gently but firmly rubbing her sweet
spot feeling her honey start to flow as her excitement built. I dropped
to my knees sliding her skirt above her hips and pulled her to my mouth.
Her scent was an aphrodisiac. A heady wine flowed from her that was
sweet nectar to my searching tongue.
I licked her clit firmly and quickly until she shuddered in pleasure.
Rising my cock was already free from its confines and I entered her as
she kissed her fluids from my face. She raised one leg above my hip
wrapping herself around me, pulling me into her she gasped as my cock
penetrated her. This was pure lust and I drove up into her hard and fast
raising her onto her toes with the force of my thrusts. As we climbed
the building our passion built until near the top we both came as one, my
cock pumping hard, fast and deep within her. Her body contracting around
me, her legs pulling me tight against her, her pleasure evident in the
contractions within as well as her sighs without.
As my cock deflated I dropped to my knees again to lap up our combined
juices from her strong thighs. Her knees almost buckled as I sucked the
juices from her and lightly stroked her clit. She shuddered once more
and grabbed a fistful of my hair first pushing me hard against her clit
where I sucked until her tremors subsided, and then pulling me up to meet
her hungry mouth in a searing kiss.
As the elevator hit its peak we were slowly coming down from ours. The
elevator doors opened on an empty floor and she moved to the controls
pressing 3. She pulled the zipper of my trousers down, pulled out my
cock, kneeled on the floor and with a smile said "Going down?"
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Going Up?
David
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