He was luscious. When he first walked into the lobby that day, my heart skipped a beat and dropped into my stomach. His arms were muscular, and firm but not veiny. The kind of arms that would make a lumberjack blush. His hips swayed with all the confidence of an old western sheriff. His wavy dark hair and sharp green eyes took my breath away.
He walked up to the desk in front of my station to check-in. I felt like I was visibly blushing, and my eyes went to the desk. I gulped down and began his check-in, sneaking glances into his beautiful green eyes.
Now that he was close to me, I could smell the earthy pine scent emanating from him. My heart quickened, and the ache between my legs came on so strong and so fast that I did a quite little whimpering gasp.
When I finished checking him in, I sparked up a small amount of courage and looked him full in the eyes. He smiled, a slightly toothy and knowing grin.
"Thank you kindly, miss. My name is Xander. I'll be around for a few days on business. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around soon." He said. With that, he took his key and walked away. The pulsing in my loins was enough to make me want to jump up after him.
I fought the urge and tried to breathe my way back to sanity. Another few customers walked up, and I checked them in hazily. I couldn't get the smell of him out of my nose. Every time I caught a fresh whiff of it, the throbbing ache seemed to intensify.
I found myself dreaming of what he would do if I did confront him. The thought of his hands caressing me. It was enough to make me crazy.
After what seemed an unending line of customers finally passed, I turned to my coworker and told him I was going on my break. The urge was so intense that I had to satisfy the itch.
I made my way up to his floor in a brisk fashion, thinking hard about how I would explain my appearance. By the time I got to his door, I had everything planned. I knocked lightly and held my breath.
When he opened the door, though, everything I had to say went out the window. I stood there silently, my legs semi-crossed and my mouth slightly open. I still held my breath, now to keep from whimpering.