ALL YOU NEED IS...
By Svea M. Beson
It might have been coincidence. Possibly kismet. Maybe even fate. But there I was on a beautiful Saturday afternoon sitting in an empty café sipping tea thinking about my absolute lack of orgasms when he strolled through the chic glass entry.
He didn't have the boyish good looks that I always dreamed of, he wasn't tall, dark or handsome but he walked through the door and my loins began to hum. He glanced in my direction, looked away, then looked back at me and smiled. His quirky crooked smile showed white uneven teeth that made my stomach do a little pancake flop. Wow. An ache began low in my body and spread warmth, like fire, all through my five-foot frame. I could barely breathe. Quickly, he ordered a coffee and shuffled to the table beside mine.
"Hello." He said, with just enough of an accent to be intriguing. I was unexpectedly aware of my body. My nipples stood at attention. My panties were slick with dampness. My skin shivered. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was dressed casually but nice - blue jeans, black fitted polo shirt and casual loafers. He drank his coffee slowly, smiling at me the whole time. His eyes sparkled and shined. He looked so innocent, warm and sexy, a little like a teddy bear that needed a good spanking.
It was silly really that I was so entranced by a complete stranger who I didn't know and hadn't exchanged two words with. I couldn't stop watching him, the movement of his jaw as he sipped his drink, the dancing of his throat muscles as he swallowed. Yeow! He was raw sex and he was making me crazy.
My tea had gone cold in my daze but I didn't order more. I sat there trying to figure out what to say. No words formed in my head or mouth.
As he set his empty coffee cup on the inexpensive table top, he turned toward me and whispered, "Coming." Then he stood up and offered his hand. I blinked, took a big breath and slowly placed my hand in his. I didn't know where this was going but I was along for the ride.
We left the café together. Two strangers walking along the boulevard on a wonderfully sunny day, hand in hand, full of excitement and anticipation. For a split second I wondered if I had lost my mind then he squeezed my hand and smiled in my direction.
I had no idea where we were off to but he definitely had a destination in mind. His hand was soft, his stride confident, and his aroma heavenly. We spoke not a word on our walk and ten or fifteen minutes later we arrived at a lovely old inn that I'd passed by many times before.
We stopped at the front desk where a clerk gave him a room key. Still holding hands, we walked to the elevator, entered and pushed a button to take us up. In the silence of the small space I felt nervous, silly and a little stupid. He raised my hand to his full lips, kissed my fingers so gently that I melted.
At the room entrance, he released my hand to open the door and escort me inside. The room was dim and hued in orange with the curtains closed. I shut the door behind me as he picked up the phone and quietly ordered champagne and fresh fruit. When he hung up, I was standing very close behind him. His scent I found intoxicating. He turned to face me and as we looked into each other's eyes, his hands moved to my face. He ran a finger along the edge of my jaw to my chin, held my face in his hands and delicately kissed my lips. So much heat.
Desire filled me, head to toe. It was so dizzying I thought I might faint. A kiss like I had never experienced before. Suddenly, I wanted to be naked, riding him, slamming pelvis to pelvis in gushing waves of orgasmic pleasure. But he was painfully gentle and slow moving. His touch - soft, teasing, taunting. He lured me to the bedroom of the suite and then left me to answer a soft knock at the door - room service with our champagne.
I was undressing when he returned. I stood in the middle of the room slowly removing my clothes as he watched and opened the bubbly. As I removed my bra, he poured two glasses and brought them to where I stood. He sipped his cold drink and then lowered his mouth to my breast. His tongue was cold but his lips warm and soft. A chill blanketed my body. My nipples stood erect. My skin broke into the sweat of need.
Within minutes my lack of sexual satisfaction crumbled into a distant memory. There, against the cold wall of a strange hotel room with a total stranger I succumbed. I arched and writhed against him as he moved in and out of me. My body danced feverishly against him, I wanted it all and I wanted it fast. I lost my breath as his tongue flicked against my breasts, neck, and mouth. I ached for more as his expert hands explored my body. I screamed for release. Quicker and quicker he thrust. Harder and harder he pushed until we both hit that ultimate edge. Final moments of tightening muscles and quivering release sent torrential waves of earth shattering orgasms into the deep abyss of my mind.
As I crumpled against my partner breathless, he slowly untangled his body from mine, scooped me up into his arms, and carried me toward the bed. He enveloped me with his warm body. We slept.
I woke alone. I was not shocked. Not offended. Maybe, I was even a little relieved. I dressed quickly, repainted my lips with Precocious Pink gloss and walked slowly back to my favourite café. I never did finish my tea.
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