Room 21o

She walked out of her bathroom, a white towel wrapped around her breast, which fell precariously low on her thigh.

Droplets of water glistened on her perfectly bronzed skin.

She picked up a black lace bra and panties to match.

He had given them to her.

Along with the plain black dress.

She thought about that night.

Their first night together.

She was at a conference. One of those meetings where she had to impress upon the board why they were better off investing the way she had chalked out rather than sticking to the ways of the past. She had made a lot of money for the company in the past, but if she wanted to step up her game a notch above, she needed more funding. She knew her pitch, but she also knew that if she blew the one chance she had with the big boss, she would never get another. And her task was not made any easier by the fact the president didn’t care much for numbers.

She chose her dress carefully. A plain white shirt, bordering on the edge of translucence, a short black shirt and a black coat to match. Diamond earnings, black stockings and black stilettos. If she couldn’t appeal to the numbers in him, least she could do was appeal to the man in him.

She did more than just appeal that day. From the moment he walked into the room he couldn’t take his eyes of her. And neither could she. There was a sheer magnetism about this man. He radiated a confidence she had never seen before in any one else. He was tall, his light blue shirt and deep blue pinstripe suit only emphasized his broad shoulders, and his trousers only accented his perfect butt and long legs. She knew desire that day, she wanted to own him, own his body, and show him pain if only to take him to the height of pleasure. She wanted him.

He couldn’t have been more wrong about how the day could go. He had imagined a couple of old men trying to squeeze some pennies out of him for another one of their bizarre schemes. He wasn’t ready for a woman, let alone a woman he wanted the minute he looked at her. Her slender figure looked out of place in the formal clothes she wore. Yet he could not imagine her in anything else. He wanted to own that body. Her body.

She walked out of the meeting with everything she wanted when she walked in, but the feeling of emptiness weighed her down for she didn’t have the only thing she needed.

She smiled when she went to her bedroom. There was a smart black dress on her bed, along with black lace lingerie. A note pinned. So I know exactly what you are wearing in a big bold hand.

She went to dinner that evening in the dress. Not in the least bit surprised that she sat across him at his table.

And when she walked out of the hall, across the lobby to the elevator, she didn’t have to look back to know that he was a just step behind her.

They went to his room. And made love to each other like teenagers. Slowly exploring each other’s bodies, careful not to hurt, wanting more with every second, till it was almost dawn. When they finally drifted into sleep in each other’s arms.

The previous evening

The phone sprung to life, buzzing away silently at the corner of her desk.

She picked it up absently mindedly, she need it to stop, it disturbed her concentration.

‘Still at work?’, asked the husky male voice. There was no perfunctory hi or hello

A flame kindred somewhere within her. There was something about his voice…the mellow huskiness never failed to stir her. She did nothing to stop her smile, there was no need, she was alone.

Snapping back to reality she replied, ’Yes, was just, going through some reports.

‘How much longer?’

She looked at her watch – ‘An hour at least’

Silence.

‘Okay, I’m in 210.’ His voice was controlled, masking the unsaid message - make it fast I’m waiting.

An hour and ten minutes later, she got up, put on her coat and walked across the empty office, through the basement, to the solitary black Mercedes. She touched the hood of her car with the tips of her fingers, doting over her baby, feeling it’s every breath as it slept peacefully.

She drove with ease, the windows of the car were open, she liked the cool breeze of the night against her face, she wondered quietly why…perhaps it was because it made her feel young. Heck she was young. She smiled at the thought and bushed it aside…

She drove up to the front porch of a villa and packed her car dangerously close to the black BMW took up the half the driveway. She took a long minute to run a comb through her hair and put on some lipstick before picking up her coat to get out of the car. She walked up to the door, her eyes resting momentarily on the golden 210 carved into the mahogany wood, turned the handle, walked into the villa, locking the door behind her…

She walked through straight through the semi dark passage way without breaking step, till she reached the living room, where she stood leaning against the high bar counter. Her body positioned between the cold white wall and the dark mahogany of the counter. She stood there, staring at him, waiting for him to take his eyes of the television he was pretending to watch. She knew that he was just making her wait…she knew the wait was as painful for him as it was for her. He took his time to reach for the remote and switch off the T.V.

He looked at her. Watching as she removed her coat, as she undid the buttons, slowly as if to prolong every moment it stayed on her body, she liked to tempt and to tease him, to make him wait, letting it fall of her shoulders, catching it before it fell to the ground in an easy moment. He didn’t stir. She walked slowly to the coat stand and hung it on the coat stand and walked slowly back. She stood in the same place as before, her back pressed against the wall, an arm over the high table, leaning against it, the curves of her body only emphasized by the straight lines.

She looked so real, so full of life and yet somehow so impossible to be true. There was something so delicate about the long line of her body, her soft breasts, her slender waist, her long legs…the intensity masked behind her alluring fragility. She was dressed like she was going for an official meeting - plain white shirt; a black skirt that stopped a few inches above her knee. Her glowing golden bronze skin a delightful contrast to her white shirt and black shirt. She wore plain black stockings and black stilettos that made her long legs seem endless…

But under the bright white of the room he could see her black bra under the translucence of the white fabric, the glow of her bronzed skin under the slender black stocking.

There was something teasing about the way she stood, as if to ask him look at me…see this body that you are soon going to make yours, a smile played upon her lips.

He looked at her.

He was content watching.

He knew he had a lot of time with her.

To play around with her in any way he wanted to. He had that power over her.

She knew he was playing with her.

He got up slowly, stressing his every moment, loosed his tie casually and nodded his head slightly in the direction os the empty glass in his hand. ‘Champagne?’

‘Yes.’

He walked to the bar in a straight line without looking at her.

She walked to him.

He handed her a glass, she sipped the cold liquid.

She was standing very close to him. He could smell the sweetness of her vanilla in her perfume, the enticing sweet strawberry of her gloss. He looked into her large eyes, so filled with desire. He could feel her breasts rise and fall with every breath she took; she was so close to him.

He put his free hand around her slender waist and pulled her close.

She tugged at his loosened black tie removing it and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

He moved her hair from her shoulders and kissed the nape of her neck. She rubbed his cheek against hers, caressed it gently.

She reached for the table to put her glass; he was ahead of her, he put his glass and picked up a strawberry from the silver plate. His other hand was under her shirt, feeling her bare back, he worked his way front under her bra, upto her breasts, squeezing it, crushing it with the palm of his hands…before he worked his way to her back undoing the clasp, while she was running her hand up his bare chest.

Her lips parted slighted as she bit into the juicy berry. He pulled her closer with his other hand while crushing the fruit against her lips with his and kissing her. Sucking her lips, biting it gently, feeling her tongue with his…

He put his now free hand on her thigh, easing his way up till he reached the top of her stocking and pealing it off her and unzipped her skirt. He slipped off his unbuttoned shirt at the same time that she slipped off her skirt. Her hands quickly undoing the belt of his trousers, and then the buttons, and then the zip before she let the heavy garment fall to the floor. He had unbuttoned her shirt. She slipped out of her shirt and bra as he stepped out if the trousers that lay as a heap.

She pulled him back, kissing him longer and harder, her mouth pressed against his, drinking out of him, as he fondled with her breasts, caressing it, squeezing it, teasing her…he pushed her back, bend down to taste her breasts, licking it, sucking it, nibbling her nipples. While his other hand reached slide into her panties…grabbing her ass…pushing her closer to him. She was enjoying every minute of it and moaned in pleasure.

She slid her hands inside his underwear played with his balls, they were large and full. She rubbed it gently, teasingly, watching as he smiled in pleasure; she squeezed it between her fingers, She felt his hard dick under her fingers, rubbed it gently, slowly feeling it grow harder, squeezing it lightly, tugging at it…he moaned.

He pushed her onto himself and she was on top of him, her legs wrapped around his, kissing him, every inch of their bodies pressed against each other as he carried her to the bed.

He lay on top of her…running his hands over every inch of her naked skin, quickly, passionately, as though he wanted to stress his ownership of her body. Both his hands hands now completely inside her black panties, feeling every inch of her butt cheek. He made his way to the front feeling the warm of her feeling the softness of her well trimmed pussy, the warmth of her wetness, fingering it while nuzzling his head against her breast and licking her tight stomach. He licked her naval, caressed her inner leg with his long fingers slowly taking off her panties with his teeth, licking her thigh, biting into the soft flesh, making her moan louder. He licked her curve of her leg, making his way back up, slowly licked her wetness, tasking her sweet and spicy juices, biting her the slightly before licking her vigorously…till she her moans filled the air…

She pulled him back up, kissed him, and pushed him onto the bed, beside her.

He lied back…allowing her to climb on top of him, she squeezing him hard, kissed him on his bare torso. She went down slowly as he had…licking, sucking, biting…she could feel his excitement, she licked his balls, gently, teasingly, making him wait longer for what he wanted, heightening his sense of pleasure before she started licking his hard dick, slowly at first with long gentle strokes, then more vigorously. He loved the warm of the tongue wrapped around him, the warm wetness of her mouth as she took it in, sucking hard. With a steady motion, squeezing, pulling and sucking she made him moan…till his moans now filled the air.

When he was almost there he pulled her back up, so she was almost sitting on him. He inserted himself into her. He felt the velvety softness of her pussy, the juices enveloped his hardness immediately. She moved her hips…she wanted to feel his hardness fully inside her. She moved slowly, releasing him like a reluctant lover. Her fingertips running down his chest, his hands holding her slender waist…and then she back in again, hard in a single swift moment he was fully inside her again. Her breasts pressed against his chest, as she bent down to kiss him, bite his lip, suck it, kiss him again, drinking out of him as her mouth pressed against it…the raw passion filling the air…she moved in and out and in and out and up and down and up and down…she was orgasmic, he had reached his climax…but they went on till they could no more. Till she lay back on the bed, next to him, sighing, satisfied, exhausted.

He moved nuzzled his head between her breasts, she moved her legs to be intertwined with his and they fell into a deep deep sleep.

She walked into his room. He had an acquisition he wanted to discuss. She sat away from him. But she knew he had seen what she wanted him to see. For he knew she always wore the dress only with the lingerie he had given her along with her. He liked how impossible she was.

He looked at her and smiled. A smile that said, I remember that night, I remember last night even more clearly.