Luke sat at the hotel bar and watched the couples on the dance floor. He was scanning the room casually, feeling slightly bored, when he noticed the woman sitting at one of the high tables just off the dance floor, alone. His previously wandering mind focused in on her, taking in every detail.
She had on a short, black dress that showed off her long, shapely legs. The dress had thin straps and a low neckline that framed the soft fullness of her cleavage. Her neck curved gracefully into her delicate jawline and he imagined what she would smell like when he nuzzled his face in the soft place below her ear. She was beautiful with high cheekbones and full lips that begged to be nibbled on. Her dark, wavy hair was tied low and to the side so that the length of it was over the front of one shoulder and cascaded over her breast. Her delicate fingers played with the stem of her wine glass and he felt a twitch in his pants as he imagined what those fingers would look like wrapped around his shaft.
As if she felt his gaze, her eyes pulled away from the dance floor where she too had been watching. Their eyes met and the room melted away. He watched her breasts heave slightly as her breath hitched and her eyelashes fluttered. He didn't pull his gaze away, and she shifted slightly in her chair. A smile played at his lips. Oh yes, she was his.
Their visual connection was severed abruptly by a man who approached her table. He was tall but soft-looking. He had a bald spot on the back of his head that shined in the lights from the dance floor. Luke felt a little bad for the guy as he was obviously nervous to approach her. She turned on a smile that he could see didn't go any deeper than the surface. The man said a few words and her eyes darted back to Luke's for a brief moment. She lifted her hand and placed it softly into the man's and she slid off the high stool. Luke saw that the back of her dress was very low cut, showing off the smooth expanse of her back.
The man took her hand in his, pulled her close, and began to sway in what Luke could only assume was an attempt at being in tempo with the smooth jazz that was playing. The man's face was triumphant and Luke could see his lips moving with incessant chatter. She was smiling politely and nodding at regular intervals, but her eyes were trained over his shoulder and on Luke. The man was spinning a slow circle and, as they got to the point that she was facing away from Luke, he noticed that the man was pulling her closer to him.
A wave of possessiveness washed over Luke and he was about to get up and cut in on Sweaty McNot-A-Chance, when the song ended and she pulled away from him. She said something to him, shook his hand, and returned to her table. Sweaty looked supremely disappointed but walked away in the opposite direction.
Luke ordered a glass of wine, paid the bartender, and then walked over to the woman.
"I saw that your drink was low so I took the liberty of ordering you another if you'll join me." He pointed to a table in the corner.
"Thank you," she smiled, a real smile this time, and he found himself staring at her mouth.
She stood and started walking toward the table he had indicated. He was enchanted by the way her strappy high heels shaped her calves and lifted her ass. Her hips swished slightly as she walked with effortless sex appeal. He followed her, set the wine glass on the table, and pulled out her chair for her to sit. He sat beside her and pulled his chair close.
"I'm Luke," he said.
"Katrina," she replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
He listened as her voice seemed to caress around the word "pleasure".
"I think the pleasure will be mutual," he said.
He reached up and used the backs of his fingers to lightly brush over the exposed mounds of her cleavage. She broke out in goosebumps at his touch and her breath hitched and shuddered.
He looked out over the dance floor and then turned to her and put his mouth near her ear.
"I like to watch the dancers. I like to imagine that I can read all about their relationships in the way they move with each other. I like to fantasize about what those couples will do after they leave the bar, buzzing from their drinks and dancing and ready to get more physical with each other." He glided his hand down the outer curve of her breast and waist and slid his hand down her thigh to her knee.
"Some will make slow, sensual love, unhurried and enjoying each others' bodies," he said as he began smoothing his hand up her thigh.
"Others will barely get into their front doors before their want turns into physical need that will not wait another moment." He reached under the hem of her dress and moved his exploration farther up her thigh until he reached what felt like damp silk.
"And that young couple there?" he indicated a couple in the corner of the floor moving together drunkenly, "Well, they have 'blow job in the parking lot and separate cabs' written all over them."
She swirled her hips in the chair, reaching for his fingers that were barely grazing her at the apex of her thighs.
"Tell me, Katrina," he mused, "Why did you come here tonight?"
She looked at him and replied, "I came to have a drink, dance a little, and maybe meet someone and have some fun."
"Well, you've had your drink and you've danced." He pressed his fingers firmly against her and rubbed in a circle. She groaned and swirled her hips against him again. "Would you like to have some fun?"
"Yes," she sighed.
He began pulling his hand from under her dress, "Katrina, Kitten," he reprimanded her softly, "good things come to those who know how to ask nicely."
"Please!" she burst out and he stilled his hand. "Please show me how to have fun tonight."
"Good girl, Kitten," he praised. "Let's go."
He stood and she followed suit. He ran his fingers down the soft skin of her exposed back, following the gentle curve of her spine, and rested his hand at the small of her back. She shuddered and the goosebumps were back. He guided her out of the bar and to the elevator with gentle nudges from his hand in her back. While they waited for the elevator doors to open, he moved in close to her and pressed himself up against her back. He was getting harder by the moment. Her ass cheeks cradled his manhood and her soft curves conformed and molded to the hard planes of his body.
The elevator arrived and they stepped inside. As the doors closed, he pressed her against the back wall and took her wrists in his hands. He drew her arms slowly above her head and held both for her wrists in place with one hand. He nuzzled her neck and used his other hand to knead her breast. She sighed and pressed her hips into him and wrapped one leg around his.
The doors opened and he released her. She reached down, straightened the skirt of her dress and stepped off the elevator. He followed and took her hand. He led her down the hall and stopped in front of one of the doors. He unlocked it and led her inside.
The room was very nice with a large, king-sized bed covered with a fluffy duvet and pillows. There was a small sitting area as well with two comfy-looking armchairs. Luke went over to the mini bar and poured himself a drink. He leaned against the wall, drink in hand, and watched her as she explored the room a bit, ran her fingers over the duvet and took in her surroundings. After a moment, she turned and looked at him.
"What would you like to do next?" she asked him.
He set his drink on the coffee table in the sitting area, walked over to her and took her face in his hands. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his before he took her mouth and began exploring with his tongue. She made a small sound of pleasure in her throat and melted into his kiss. She kissed him back and they devoured each other. His hands moved from her face to her neck and shoulders. From her shoulders, to her back and hip. From her hip, to her thigh and then hitching up her dress to cup her ass and pull her close, grinding her against his hard length.
He broke off the kiss and they were both panting. He left her standing at the foot of the bed and went over and turned out the lights. He opened the curtain to the balcony and moonlight flooded the room. He pushed one of the armchairs into the moonlight with his back to the window. He could see all of her clearly, but he was silhouetted with the glow behind him. He picked up his drink and sat in the chair.
"Your dress is beautiful but it would look better on the floor. Undress for me, Kitten."
She drew her hand up her arm, hooked her fingers under the small strap of the dress, and slowly pulled it off her shoulder and down her arm until it was left hanging open and exposing her bare breast. She repeated this process on the other side and soon her dress was hanging at her hips and her upper body was fully exposed to the moonlight. Her breasts were full and round and her nipples were already hard. She turned around and pulled the hair tie out of her hair. She shook out her waves and they cascaded down her back. With her back still to him, she reached down and undid the small zipper in the side of the dress. She smoothed her hands under the dress and pushed it over her ass and down her legs, letting it drop to a puddle on the floor. She was wearing a black thong and her strappy heels.