Your move

You look up from your drink, expectant, nervous. You fidget with the hem of your mini-skirt. Tugging, smoothing the seam. Your manicured nails scratching lightly at your skin. Agonizing. Your panties already wet with anticipation. Is this what he wants? Do I look good enough?

I watch you from the entrance. Hidden from view. Tantalizing. Captivating. My arousal makes itself known. A stirring in my trousers that only culminates one way. Inside you. Deep, deep inside you. I smile as I see your nerves and your self control. And then it's loss as you twirl your hair through your fingers. The soft suppleness a contrast to your thoughts of my hard flesh.

Suddenly, I'm sitting in front of you. My deep smile holding you frozen even as you suck in your breath in surprise. Everything you imagined. Tailored clothing, a hint of musk in my cologne, and perfectly styled hair. The gleam in my eye and the light smirk on my lips captures you and holds you in my sway. Before you can stammer a greeting, I'm holding a finger to your lips. The contact electric and unexpected. "My lovely..." I say. "No words." I stand and wave toward the door. "Shall we?" We both know the question is rhetorical. We both know why you are here.

The beep of the hotel key in the slot is loud in the quiet hall. I open the door and enter. Pausing just inside. You begin to step forward, but my hand motions you to stop. "Strip." The word is quiet, but it rocks you on your heels. Your breathing stops. This is it, the moment of no return. You glance down the hall and lick your lips. "Please." You say as you look at me. My only reply is to raise my eyebrow and let the door close a few inches.

Your hands tug at your blouse. The thin silk sliding out of your skirt. I watch expectantly as you unbutton each button and the silk flutters to the carpet in the hall. Defiant, you unzip the mini and then unhook your bra. They join your blouse on the floor. I can see your wetness on your panties. They are soaked through at your sex. I imagine the swelling of your lips as your heart pulses and pounds in your chest. your breathing quickens as you glance down the hall at the chime. The elevator arrives with another guest.

I pause to enhance the effect and then step aside to allow your passage into the room. You've passed the first test. The door closes with your clothes outside the door. The loud click of the bolt slamming home is overloud in your ears. Trapped in the very place you wanted, you don't know how to react. Your cheeks are flushed with humiliation and excitement. Blood coursing through your veins, pounding in your ears. Deafening in the silence. I pour champagne from the prepared bottle and savor a sip. The bubbles gliding over my palate and stimulating me further. I look toward the bed and you move without being told. Your fantasy is about to commence for real.