Starts out just like any first time meeting. A handsome confident man sets up a meeting place and time to simply have drinks at a hotel of his choosing. The curious anxious woman who accepted his invitation arrives on time. Both hearts beating fast in anticipation. Neither expecting it to carry over to dinner.
Initially, before setting up this meeting, pictures were exchanged. But whoever said they are worth a thousand words was telling a lie. Pictures did no justice to the man standing before her to greet her. His smile was infectious. She couldn’t help but smile in return. As they approach each other. She extends out her hand to shake his and he accepts gently but firm. “So wonderful to meet you” she voices but it comes out as a whisper. “The pleasure is all mine” he replies. Smooth, real smooth, she thinks to herself.
He escorts her to their seats at the bar. His original thought when he invited this woman to meet him was not quite certain. Something in her profile pulled at him to set up this meeting. She was no blonde bombshell. She is a much more fuller figure of a woman than he typically dates. He could tell she was not very comfortable in the dress she was wearing, it looked nice on her none the less. Showing her thick thighs, a few rolls of her soft stomach, and showing just enough cleavage to keep his imagination running. The color of her hair was far from natural. He could tell she was a dark brunette but she had traces of purples and blues throughout.
The bartender walks over and to take their drink order. He remembers that she is not too much of a wine drinker. Only because she’s never been “educated about wine” as she put it. Her comment had made him laugh and he then decided it would be his mission to “educate” her…..one glass at a time. He remembers her saying something about not liking dry wines so he orders something fruity for her, a glass of Fresita. Once the glass is in her hands, she looks at him with skepticism and takes a sip. With the one sip, her look completely changes into a smile that makes her eyes disappear. “This is delicious” she giggles. Her giggles are infectious and he can’t help to smile back at her.
Minutes turn into hours. Meeting for drinks carries over into dinner. She asks him questions about his business and travels and he asks her about her career and her kids. Realizing that patrons have come and gone and chairs are starting to be placed on top of tables, they take their leave to the main lobby. “I’ve had such a wonderful time. Thank you for dinner.” She puts her hand back out again as she did earlier in the evening. He takes her hand but in his head, he tells himself he doesn’t want her to leave yet. He pulls her toward him to kiss her cheek and whispers in her ear……“Stay. Come up to my room and stay for just a while longer.”
His sexy invitation travels directly between her thighs. She clenches them together in hopes that he does not notice, swallows, and replies a simple “Okay.”
She blushes as he grins towards her and takes her hand leading her to the elevator. Once the door closed, she tries to put some space between them but he holds her firmly. The doors open and she takes a breath as if she was outside in the fresh air. Walking down the hallway, she notices these rooms are suites and not your typical small 4 wall enclosure. He stops at the end of the hall, opens the door, and steps aside so that she walks in first. After a few steps, she freezes and he has to stop himself from walking into her. “Are you okay?” he asks. She realizes that his hands are on her waist. She closes her eyes and says a mantra in her head “let this be real, let this be real”. Clearing her throat she answers that all is well. She does not see the grin on his face.
He takes her purse, sets it on the side table. Faces her, cups his hands on either side of her rosy cheeks and kisses her. Lightly at first to make sure his motion is acceptable until he feels her hands grab at his suit jacket. His kiss becomes deeper and harder. She moans and pushes her hips toward him slightly. Pulling away, she immediately touches her lips with her fingers. He can see the myriad of emotions in her dark brown eyes. Without hesitation, he kisses her again with more force and passion. Hands on her back, he unzips her out of her dress without breaking contact. He must have her. He can’t explain why. He just knows that he needs to taste her, all of her, and show her what it means to let go. He’s seen it before. Women who say they are submissive but are far from it. This woman, she has no idea of what she could experience with the right man and he wants to be that man.
She is trying to clear the fog in her head. The feelings that this man is summoning in her groin is overpowering. She feels her dress leave her body and her survival instinct cleared the fog immediately. She stepped back breaking away from his touch and immediately tried to hide her body. Frantically looking around, he bent down, grabbed her dress and tried shielding herself from his gaze. His concern was expressed but quickly turned to slight frustration. Her expression becomes that of a caged animal looking for a way out. Tears start to blur her vision as she speaks. “ I’m so sorry. I really need to leave. I didn’t mean to…..” her words cut off by her hand to her mouth and a tear falling down her flushed cheek.
She had never been so embarrassed. Getting so caught up in what she was feeling and letting a man like him see her in all her almost naked glory. Whenever she was with a man sexually, all the lights are off with the exception of the soft glow from the television. Surely he had to of noticed her many rolls and soft parts. He took a step towards her and she took a step back until she was stopped by the arm of the sofa. “Where do you think you’re going beautiful?” She looked up at him as if he was speaking on a different language. She didn’t know what to say to him. He had removed his jacket during her attempt to find cover. The outline of his chest and noticeably hard flat stomach clearly emphasized by his perfect fit shirt. All she could do was grasp her dress tightly and sit down on the arm.
He closes the distance with just a few strides, “You do know how beautiful you are, don’t you?” She can hear the words coming out of his mouth clear as day but still makes no move except to shake her head slowly. “Then I’m going to show you.” He removes the dress from her clenched hands while keeping eye contact. Wiping another stray tear, he allows his hands to gently glide across her shoulders. She responds to him with a shiver. He takes her hair and wraps it around his hand forcing her to look at him. “I’m going to show you how beautiful you are and you will never hide yourself from me again.”