She was totally intrigued by him when she checked him into the hotel. He was physically smooth, unlike most of the guys she had dated who seemed to become awkward teenagers in her presence. He moved powerfully, but so smooth that got your attention.
His voice was deep and low, with a sensual roughness that ran down her spine. He wasn't loud or brash in some effort to gain her attention. His voice had undertones that spoke to her. She would have given much to hear that voice whisper her name.
He was also tall, taller than she was, which was a serious plus! At her 5'10", most guys looked at her like they were planning an assault on a hilltop fortress. He was tall enough that she felt she would fit well against him, with none of the fumblings that can happen with a first kiss or first lovemaking.
His lips also drew her attention, thin, but sexy! They moved as he spoke and they had a smoothness of their own. Her last boyfriend seemed to make an effort not to move his lips and since he was usually sucking on a cigarette, she thought maybe that was why he never moved them.
He was handsome in a rough way, not rough in a bad boy sort of way, but more like rough-hewn from smooth stone. His face had angles and planes that made him distinctive. He would never be a male model, but no one could say he wasn't handsome.
Now he could have modeled his hands. They were large hands, pianist's hands. He could probably stretch across twelve or fourteen piano keys and his fingers were slender but strong. She thought about how those hands might feel on her skin as they finished the transaction of checking him in. She shivered intensely at the thought.
Just before they were done with checking him in, he caught her hand in his and touched it to his cheek. She blushed furiously and then he touched his sensuous lips to the back of her hand. He didn't say a word, but he made his invitation clear. She got flustered and shook her head slightly. He smiled a sad smile of regret and then they seemed to return to the real world of hotel desk clerk and hotel guest.
She saw him go into the hotel restaurant for a late dinner and he passed by once more going into the bar. She couldn't help but watch him. Her mind kept returning to that unvoiced invitation and the swell of feelings that wouldn't go away ever since he kissed the back of her hand. Later that night she decided to exercise that age-old penchant of the fairer sex everywhere and she changed her mind.
She knocked lightly at the hotel room door, like a person who was unsure of themselves or their errand. The door opened and just as she saw his face, she was pulled into the narrow room corridor that ran past the closet and bathroom. The door closed quickly behind her, eliminating all light. She pressed against him in the darkness. The lack of light surprised her only slightly, but she decided that it wasn't important to see him right now. She had already memorized his face and hands.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against the wall. Her lips found him and standing there together they felt a fire that had been started when she first saw him today flare to brilliant life. She broke the kiss with a deep breath and then her hands found his and she leaned in to kiss him again. She was right they fit perfectly together! When she felt his excitement, she knew they would fit together even better shortly.
He slowly took off her clothing, not stripping her but more as an exploration. She felt his hands, those marvelous hands, massaging her, his strong fingers touching places that made her move with delight. Once she was naked he slipped off whatever he was wearing and pressed her against the wall again, kissing her, and teasing her by pressing himself against her sex, rubbing firmly and he had no doubt of her desire as she felt him slip along her folds as they moistened for him.
He worked his way down her body, pausing to taste her small breasts and gently bite her nipples. Her belly has a slight sweet roundness he licked as his hands found and held her from behind, cupping her roundness.
He went lower and tasted her tenderly as she cried aloud to his touch. She felt herself responding and once she started pushing against him, he turned her around. Now he feasted on her ass, she didn't know he thought of it as her best feature! She pushed against the wall and arched her back to help his eating her from behind. She froze slightly when his tongue touched her asshole, but in seconds she was nearing an incredible orgasm. Her movement told him she was close, so very close!
He stopped suddenly and turned her around, lifting her up in the dark room. He carried her to the large bed and laid her down in the center. He parted her legs and went back to her, licking, sucking, and biting her in places no one had ever seemed to touch in her before. As she started an incredible orgasm she felt two more mouths sucking on her breasts and more hands touching her hot skin. In her orgasm she ignored them, there was too much of a sensory rush to care! As she came in a gush, she went limp on the bed and three sets of hands caressed her gently as she recovered.
As awareness came back in she felt his cock pierce her pussy and again more hands than she could count stroked and touched her until she was once again climbing that mountain of passion. They rolled her over until she was straddling him and when a breast was put to her mouth, she sucked at it hungrily. Her own hands found there were two other people in the bed with them, two women, both with long hair. One had large breasts and the other flatter breasts, but hard and long pointed nipples. Her hands were pushed against two wet pussies when she started cumming again -- this time harder than ever! The darkness kept her from seeing them, which mattered little. She was well past her previous experiences and couldn't care. The darkness held an anonymity that was nearly as exciting as all that had happened so far. All's fair in love and darkness to her!