A queen?
No, that doesn’t even begin to do this vision of beauty justice.
No way… she’s a FUCKING GODDESS. An ethereal being with an aura of absolution and prowess. She walked into the room looking like an angel, but with the sheer power of a lioness on the hunt. Every man’s head turned to gaze upon her, and more than a few were caught drooling just from a mere glance.
She’s tall, taller than me even if she’s wearing the most fierce, sky high stiletto heels I have ever seen. Her curves go on forever, from her well endowed chest, to her perfect hips and thick thighs, she is the very definition of “femininity.” Long, straight, rose pink hair slicked back into silky ponytail that falls just above her perfectly round ass.
She walks through the lobby over to the service counter, “Excuse me, I have a reservation under Jones,” she says to the man behind the counter, in the most sultry, sexy voice I’ve ever heard. Lucky bastard to be the first man my goddess spoke to. “My” goddess? I chuckled to myself. I don’t know when the idea of making her mine popped into my head, but there’s no going back now. I want her. I NEED her. A tug at my crotch, brings me to realization that my dick hasn’t gotten wet from the slickness of a woman in a while. And now, I found a woman I desperately need to woo. Sure I want her in my bed, but I want her to stay with me forever; I know once I hear her mewling underneath me, I’ll be lost in her and won’t be able to give her up.
“Ah, yes, Ms. Rose, I see a reservation for the penthouse suite, also there’s a message for you from Mr. Jones. He says he’ll be late due to bad weather out of LAX airport” the concierge says to my goddess. “Here is your room key, may I have someone help you with your luggage?” He asks… a little too excitedly for my liking. “No, that won’t be necessary,” she says coolly, “my bags are much too important to be left in the hands of some unclean man. Thank you for your help, I’ll see myself up to my room.” she finishes as she turns on her heel and struts to the elevator.
She’s perfect. Cool, tough exterior, with a body that puts models to shame, and her voice… makes me feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. My imagination already has me reeling with what she’d sound like bent over, ass up, getting fucked by my dick. The tightness in my crotch is getting unbearable with these mental images and I feel the need to jerk one off, especially because I’m supposed to be getting to work. But my thoughts keep going back to this woman. How can I woo her? How can I even talk to her? Maybe she will be in the hotel restaurant tonight… maybe I could bring myself to sit near her. What would I say to her? What if she is there with another man? I think I’d die a little if she was already seeing someone… or worst was already married.
For now though, I need to get myself off; I cant show up to work sporting the biggest hard on I’ve ever had. I start to make my way over to the nearest bathroom to deal with my situation, when I hear a voice call to me. “Hey Leo! Sorry I’m late, traffic was a bitch!” Fuck me… I feel my dick immediately start to soften from hearing that voice. “Are you ready to go to work? We have a big meeting today, remember? Some big boss is coming in to discuss a new project. I hear he’s super scary and if you piss him off, he’ll end your whole career. So we better get going before we’re late!” My co-worker, Brandon, practically drags me toward the entrance and out to the bustling city street. Thank fuck, he hasn’t noticed my now mid shaft boner and even better, that he didn’t get to see her… If I could make it happen, I’d never let her go out in public again so other men can’t look at her. She should stay home and only look at me, serve me, fuck me. “Ugh” I groan as Brandon shoves me into his car and we merge into the traffic. “You ok there buddy?” He asks. “I’ve never been better… I found a little kitten that I intend to bring home.” “Nice! I love cats! Didn’t know you did though.” He replies. “Only the pink ones” I grin, looking at the top floor of the hotel from the rear view mirror.