She trembled as the plane lowered to land; in a country she had never been, staying with a man she had never met. She rubbed her palms together that many times on flight they were chaffing, so she sat on them now, as her heartbeat increased exponentially while the plane descended.
She thought she might be sick.
The pit of her stomach forgot to get on the flight, and was stranded somewhere back home. She could feel the blood pumping in her ears, nearly deafened by the beating. Her nails dug into the chair, and she pushed her skull against the head rest with as much force as she could muster. She closed her eyes, not daring to watch as the plane dived to the airport, somewhat synonymous of the way she felt. She wasn’t even interested enough to see where she was.
All she knew was she was going to him.
Although she was beyond terrified, she grinded her legs subconsciously, creating a friction between her thighs that only increased her excitement as the trepidation also intensified.
She made her way off the plane, focusing no further into the future than a few minutes at a time. She made a list of where she would go next and somewhat reigning in her emotions at the same time. Okay, just make it to baggage claim, she chanted to herself, giving herself a menial task to calm her. She managed to find her way through the foreign airport. It was well signed, so the anxiety of getting lost, fortunately, wasn’t added to the list.
James was meant to meet her outside baggage, so she focused on finding her suitcase on the carousel.
She stood, in those heels that she knew he would like, hip cocked, and waited for the suitcase to come closer. Her calves looked great in heels, and perked up her ass a bit, so she decided she needed a dress to match. It was burgundy, form fitting, and finished just above her knee. She couldn’t believe she was wearing this in an airport, and was very different to what she usually wore, but she liked the way men doubled back to look at her. She liked to tease, so while she waited, she crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up and accentuating her breasts.
She had great tits, and she knew it too. D cup, soft, but still maintained that youthful firmness. While she pushed them up like this, it created a friction between the lace of her bra and her nipples, making her shuffle a few times to appreciate it all the more. She liked catching people notice her breasts. Men and women. It turned her on knowing people were watching her, and while she played her peep show game, her nerves were sated enough to stop fidgeting, and steady her heart.
James sat over on a bench inconspicuously watching her enter baggage. He had a good idea of what she looked like, and spotted her immediately. Her hair was the main recognizable detail. Lovely, long, soft waves of nearly black locks fell over her shoulders, down her back, and between her breasts. Her hourglass figure was heightened in that dress, and he admired her curves, wanting to pull her up on his lap and stroke her smooth skin. He felt almost predatory viewing her like this, observing her while she thought he wasn’t watching. She walked with confidence, holding her shoulders back and swaying her hips deliberately, but he could see she was anxious too. Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept touching her face, readjusting her glasses. You never mentioned the glasses, Miss. He could hear himself admonish her later, but just chuckled now, liking she held a little back, and wandered over to her.
She leaned down to grab her luggage. Not the most graceful gesture in heels, and she now regretted drawing attention to herself and those breasts. Ah well, she didn’t know any of these people, so didn’t worry too much about it. She propped the suitcase up on its end, and pulled out the handle, taking a deep breath ready to go find him.
She felt a hand on her back, just above her ass, broad fingers and firm. She turned around, and another strong hand gripped her chin, steadying her, pulling her close. She didn’t move, startled, and soon there were a pair of hot lips on hers, crushing against her face as the hand on her back pressed her against his steady chest.
“Oh, you’re friendly!” She pulled away enough to speak, blinking a few times, illuminating her lovely green eyes and thick lashes. She felt him chuckle, low in his chest, and he let her shift away. He was about a head taller than her.
It was nice.
She felt small against him.
Also nice.
He had dark hair, blue eyes, and a lazy grin that she felt was a semi-permanent feature on his face.
“Only for you,” he winked, letting his hand fall from her back, just grazing her ass on the way. And oh that voice, it did things for her. So thick and deep; she could just crawl up on him right there and listen to him talk for hours. The flight was worth it just to hear that voice, and his accent: so freaking hot. Why did she melt every time she heard a man with a voice like that? It practically made her groan.
“Hi, Tora,” he whispered, searching her. She felt like he was seeing right through her, inside her, revealing her secrets, and totally called her calm exterior bluff. It was intimidating. But his voice was soothing and flowed right through her; she couldn’t look away.
“Hi, yourself,” she got all breathy shy again, really noticing how handsome he was up close. Just a little bit wicked too.
“Follow me.” He grabbed all her luggage, much more gracefully than she had managed to display as she pulled it from the carousel. Normally, she would make some comment about being capable of carrying her own things, but this was a totally different dynamic than she had ever experienced; and it excited her. He placed his hand on the nape of her neck, gripping his fingers, almost possessively. It made her shiver, but it was also incredibly comforting, being led like that, and without a doubt in her mind, she knew he would look after her.
He led her out to a line-up of taxis outside the airport, hailing one, and opened the door for her.
“After you,” he smiled kindly, motioning for her to enter. She did as she was told; ducking her head, and pulling her dress down, making sure it didn’t ride up as she sat down, although, maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He stowed her luggage, and crawled in beside her, sitting close as he told the driver where to go.
“Hey. Thank you for coming,” he whispered into her ear, noticing her fingers fidgeting again with nerves. He reached over and held her hand, pressing his fingers over hers to steady her. He was so warm and steady.
She looked up at him, smiling as she squeezed his fingers back.
“Thank you for inviting me.” The conviction of her statement fell flat. She just seemed fragile, and she hated that. She wanted to scream this was exactly where she wanted to be. Let him know how much she craved belonging to him. But she couldn’t, and she was sure her body was telling him a different story.
They traveled a while further before she asked.
“So, are you going to tell me where we are going?” He grinned and pointed up ahead to a hotel.
“Oh. It looks amazing.” She noted, the goose bumps on her skin showing again.
“I want you to know we won’t do anything you don’t want to do, Tora. If at any time this weekend you feel uncomfortable, we will stop. Just tell me, Baby.” He tipped her chin towards him, commanding her attention. His eyes were so sincere, regarding her, she felt adored beyond anything else.
She nodded, believing him. She knew he wouldn’t push her past what she could take. She trusted that he knew her well enough, and respected her enough not to hurt her, or force her into something she didn’t want.
He got it.
He knew how she wanted to be treated, and how hard to push her past her initial hesitation; but she was still anxious about giving herself to him completely. It went against everything she believed in, so her internal conflict was, unfortunately, revealing more of itself than she liked.
“I trust you,” she murmured as the taxi stopped, looking right into his eyes, hoping he could see she did. It may have been hard for her to say what she was feeling with the confidence she wanted, but she prayed looking back at her now; he could see she was here for him, as well as herself.
“I own you, Tora,” he kissed her forehead, leaning over her to open the door, “remember that.”
They go out of the cab and he grabbed her luggage, pulling her against him with his arm around her waist. His body was hard, and she could feel the muscles in his arm against her as he walked her into the lobby. She liked being pulled close, and felt a lot of her uneasiness dissipate as he stroked the sides of her body while they walked.
He guided her to the reception desk, not moving his hand from her hip. He could feel she was soft under her tight dress, and liked the way she felt on his fingers. She smelled good too, and when he pulled her close, her breasts pushed together, grazing his side.
He leaned down to her, pushing her hair behind her ear, pressing his fingers into her a little, making sure she couldn’t wriggle away.
“I’m here to look after you. Remember, just say stop.”
Oh that voice was molten running through her, so she just nodded, shifting her weight against him some more.
The clerk at the desk was a man, reasonably young, perhaps in his early twenties, and welcomed them with the standard line for check in. He smiled at her, a little too wide, and Tora responded by grinning back. Oh that’s how you’re going to play it, Miss? James cocked an eyebrow watching their exchange and decided to have some fun.
“Will there be anything else?” the kid asked, eyeing Tora some more after he had checked them in.
“Yes actually. What do you think of her tits?” Tora responded immediately, squirming, snapping her head to look up at him. James ignored her, pressing his fingers into her, silencing her.
“I’m….Sorry, Sir?” the young clerk sputtered, turning a little red.
“Do you think they are firm, or soft?” James didn’t waver. The clerk looked over to Tora, confused, almost asking permission from her if it was okay for her to be talked about like this. She bit her lip, a pretty standard reaction when she was trying to hide her embarrassed grin, and just shrugged, neither confirming or rejecting if this conversation was making her uncomfortable.
“What size bra do you wear, Tora? Tell the gentleman.” James felt her giggle quietly, before she regained her composure and stood with more confidence than he had seen all day.
“I have 34D size breasts, Sir,” she crooned, taking on a completely different demeanor than she had displayed earlier.
“Good girl.” James praised her, impressed she responded so quickly to his request. She must be getting turned on, he thought, and took the room key from the counter, winking at the clerk before pulling Tora away, walking to the elevator.
Oh she liked it when he told her what to do. It felt unnatural, like she should protest, just because she ought to defend her position as a woman.
But oh it made her burn when she obeyed him.
The elevator ride was quiet, but it was okay. James shifted his hand down to hold hers again, entwining their fingers together, feeling her squeeze him back. They got to their floor, and James led her to the room, opening the door, stepping aside to let her through. It was a beautiful studio room, king bed, with floor to ceiling window overlooking the city.
Tora pulled away from him, unable to contain herself, and went to the window to see the sights. She pressed her hands against the glass, chuckling to herself about every time in the past she had been warned about standing too close. She leaned in a little deeper, pressing her breasts against the cold glass. She heard James approach from behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her away from the point it made him nervous, and splayed his fingers over her stomach. Guess he really will protect me, Tora noted to herself, feeling him pull her away from the edge, but appreciated he didn’t take it as far as to admonish her about it.
His chest was warm on her back and hard too. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her.
“I’ll show you around first if you like,” he whispered against her, letting her feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke.
“I think I want what comes first, first.” Tora brought her fingers up to cover his, stroking the backs of his hands, tracing up under his cuffs a little. James smiled, knowing she was nervous, but liked that she wasn’t just limp in his arms. He pulled a hand from her stomach to her hair, curling his fingers into a fist, twisting her waves back in a heap. Drawing his hand down, her back arched a little as her head was forced backwards.
He liked the control he had over her when he directed her by her hair like this. And the way her big eyes looked back at him, he knew she liked it too. James twisted his hand a little more, effectively turning Tora to face him now, but he kept enough pressure low enough to make sure her head stayed tilted upright facing him. Her neck was exposed like this, and her breathing deepened, making her breasts rise and fall more deliberately. She was so beautiful. And the way he commanded her body like this, she had never felt more in the presence of masculinity.
James leaned down, bringing his lips to hers as he released his pull of her hair, now using his hand to press her head against him. There was no hesitation when he kissed her. She wasn’t nervous, or timid, and wrapped her hands around his neck, standing on tiptoes trying to bring herself closer. She slid her tongue along his bottom lip, and into his mouth, playing with him enough until he responded the same.
God his body felt good against hers.
His big arms, one holding her head up to kiss him, and the other pinioning her to his chest as they continued to really kiss each other for the first time. James reached up, tugging at Tora’s zipper on her dress, while she melted against him and folded herself around him as their lips moved together. He dragged it down about half way, and let her go, stepping back, leaving a few feet between them.
“Strip for me, Tora,” James crooned, his eyes becoming wider and wolfish as he spoke. Tora grinned, that sort of half-embarrassed, half-childlike grin she showed when she was excited, but also conflicted. She bit her lip, hushing her involuntary facial reaction, and squared her shoulders as she looked back at him. She stretched behind her back, finding the zipper, and finished pulling it down. She shrugged the straps of her dress down slowly, one at a time, and let her dress gather together at her waist.
James could see her nipples were hard through the lace of her bra, and reached forward to help her wriggle free of the dress. His fingertips barely grazed her skin as he slid the dress from her body, and he could feel her shiver as he touched her. She laughed as she twisted awkwardly to free the dress. She didn’t take herself too seriously, and wasn’t concerned about trying to meet some overly convoluted ideal of being sexy. It was nice, that she just let go with him, and trusted him enough to just be herself.
She stood now, only in her matching black, lace underwear and peep toe heels. James looked her up and down, very deliberately, watching her shift as he focused on specific parts of her body. He thought she might try and cover herself, but was pleased when she didn’t, letting him review her as politely and graciously as she should.
“You’re lovely,” he murmured once he had made her squirm enough to get him hard, and reached out, tipping her chin his direction, kissing her sweetly as her reward.
She liked his praise, not just for the compliment, but for what it meant. That she belonged to him. That she was his, and he adored her for it. She blushed looking back at him. It was so intimate, standing here in her underwear while he held her chin. James pushed her hair behind her shoulder, and pulled her close, so she rested against his chest. He reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. He held her as he slid it down her shoulders, wanting her to feel safe with him, not like he was just here because of her body. She was courteous as he undressed her, and didn’t attempt to stop him, letting her hands splay over his chest. He hooked his thumbs into the waist band on her panties, and started to slide them down over her ass cheeks. She quivered against his chest, pleasantly, and her breathing deepened as he pushed them down her legs, steadying her as she stepped out of them.
James stood back, seeing the crimson spread over her, and sat back on the bed. She stood there before him, her youthful softness exemplified in her nakedness. Her body wasn’t perfect, with a few stretch marks around her hips and breasts, but he wasn’t concerned with arbitrary matters like that. She had medium pink nipples, so hard now he just wanted to tug them. She had shaved her little pussy too. He didn’t mind either way, but appreciated the effort she took to please him.
He tapped the floor in front of him with his foot.