Lily is bored.
She’s attending a wedding she didn’t want to go to in the first place. Lily tried her best, but her boyfriend told her they needed to be there with his nasal voice and arrogant attitude. So, that morning she slid into her best dress, a long periwinkle dress, and she wore her best fake smile and a pair of diamond earrings.
Now she is sitting in the dining room, bored and half-drunk, her boyfriend blabbering about his work. She reaches for the glass of wine and empties it, looking around for the waiter to get another one.
That’s when she sees him.
He lays against the counter. One hand is closed around a glass of what seems to be scotch, the other into his pocket. He’s talking to a small group of people. He’s capturing their attention, but they are not capturing his.
Lily feels his eyes on her. She meets them with her own and, right away, she lowers her gaze, reaching for the empty glass. She allows that last drop to slide over her tongue, then stands and walks toward the bar. The entire time, she senses his eyes are following her. They are going in between the layers of her dress, caressing the curves of her body.
“White wine, please,” she asks in a gentle voice, looking around to get a glimpse of the stranger. She had never seen him before. By now, she knew all the coworkers of her boyfriend, and he was not one of them. Maybe a friend? A relative? Lily doesn’t know, and she doesn’t care. She is happy that there is a change. Something is changing that monotonous day.
She takes her time to look at him in the mirror behind the bar. Tall, a bristled salt and pepper beard covers his jawline, almost the same as his hair. Penetrating eyes stare at her, and Lily looks back at him this time. And smiles.
A silent conversation begins. Eddie talks, and people around him laugh and engage, but another conversation is happening. One made of looks and smiles, alone. He winks at her for one second. Nobody sees that wink but her. She blushes, biting her lower lip, looking around to see if her boyfriend even noticed she was away.
She feels him now. He walks toward her, shaking hands and smiling, but his eyes are on her. Constantly.
He arrives close to her and pushes the empty glass toward the bartender, who quickly prepares another scotch.
He leans forward and whispers in her ear: “What is someone as pretty as you doing all by herself?” Lily feels his finger running down her naked arm. Just that little gesture and she feels the shivers down her spine. Goosebumps are all over her silklike skin.
“You should have fun.” She blushes again, taking a sip of her wine and turning around to look toward her table.
“My boyfriend,” she says. “He’s deep into a work conversation. Since about this morning.”
The stranger leans in, his voice low and sensual, his hot breath kneading her lobe as he whispers: “You’re lucky I found you then.”
He finishes his scotch and takes Lily’s hand. He reaches behind the counter for a bottle of champagne, and off they go. She has never felt that kind of electricity over her. Five minutes before, she was bored and contemplating the pros and cons of getting drunk enough to pass out. Five minutes after, Lily follows him on the elevator, and as the doors close behind them, his hand moves under her chin, stealing a gentle kiss from her lips. Gentle. For now. Lily does not fight him. She kisses him back, her fingers rubbing against that beard that made her wonder, for a moment, when leaning against the bar. She wondered what it would be like to feel that beard all over her body.
The doors open on the wrong floor. Three people slide in and throw a puzzled look at them. She reaches for her little purse and takes out a key card, showing it to him. He grins, taking the key from her, and both of them jump off the elevator, just like kids, hand in hand, stopping every few meters for another kiss. It’s that kind of passion that leaves no breath. No space. No time.
Finally, at the door, he slides the card in and opens the door for her.
“Thank you...” she begins to say, realizing only then that she doesn’t even know his name.
“Eddie,” he says.
“Lily,” she responds, walking into the room.
He kicks the door closed and pulls her in for a heated kiss. This kiss is not gentle anymore. This time is pure lust, the kind that needs to hide in a crowded elevator and has the chance to explode in the privacy of Lily’s room. She feels his hand over her body. His hungry mouth meets hers in a crushing kiss. They back up in the room, their lips still attached, deepening into that kiss. Lily is responsible for breaking that kiss. She looks up at him, biting her lower lip again.
“Why don’t you open that bottle? I’ll be right back.”
And with that, she turns around and makes sure to have his eyes over her. She walks toward the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Lily looks at herself in the mirror. Does she want that? Yes. Yes, she does. She answers her silent questions with her actions. She removes four hairpins, letting her long, mahogany hair down, finally free from that constricting chignon. Then, she opens her dress, letting it fall over the floor, leaving her heels there too. She walks toward the door, and she stops. She looks at herself in the mirror again, then unhooks her bra and smiles more.
When she walks out, she notices Eddie has removed his jacket, his tie is loose, and a hint of his chest is visible now from the two opened buttons. The moment he notices her, the cork pops up. His eyes caress every curve of her body, the lines, the colors. Lily had never felt sexy in her life, but now, as Eddie looks at her, she feels she is the sexiest woman alive.
Eddied pours two glasses of champagne. The click of the two glasses against each other echoes in the room. A first sip. Lily feels he wants her. A second sip and Lily knows she wants him too. Then the whole glass. Lily drinks it all, letting a drop of it escape her lips, drooling down her chin, neck, and between her breasts.
Moments.
Eddie gets rid of the glasses. His hands grasp her arms as he pulls her closer to his chest. His tongue follows that drop between her breasts, up to her neck, and onto her lips. He moans her name. There is desire, but it’s a deeper kind of desire. It’s flesh. It’s lust.
Kisses are not enough anymore. They want each other too badly to just let that moment slide. Lily’s fingers close around his belt, walking toward the bed and kneeling over it. Eddie’s shirt and tie are already over the floor, but she has control over that belt. Over his pants.
The buckle bends against her fingers, opening to her will. She caresses the bulge that she had caused, pulling the zip down. She licks her lips in anticipation. She is hungry for what he is offering her. With one quick move, she pushes his pants and boxers to his ankles, revealing his thick, hard cock.
“Oh my!” she says as she looks at it.
Used to what little her boyfriend could give her, his meaty cock is a temptation she can’t resist. She needs to have it. She needs to taste it. For this moment, away from the grey world she lives in, she wants to feel that shiver of being satisfied fully. Both hands move around his shaft, softly stroking it. She takes the measures and feels the girth of that erection. Many thoughts flash through her mind as she dares to approach the glistening head. The tip of her tongue licks it. She closes her lips around it, and she sucks it.
Instantly, his moans of approval crowd her ears. The more he moans, the more she sucks, and the more courageous she feels to swallow him further. Lily pulls Eddie onto the bed, letting him lay over his back. She stops and tilts her head to enjoy the view.
The charming stranger, his naked body, and the gorgeous erection are over her bed. She feels her pussy pulsing. Her nipples get hard as she leans forward and licks his shaved balls, taking them into their mouth. They are hot. They are full. She can barely fit them between her lips, but she craves them.
Eddie moans his approval. His hand reaches for her hair as she keeps sucking over his balls, stroking his shaft with two hands. Her generous breasts rub in between his thighs as her sounds of satisfaction vibrate over his genitals. She likes it more than she thought she would. She loves every second of it and every inch of it.