Amira (4 page)

He opened the door to the suite and apologized for it not being
the best, but his company was paying for it, so he took what they gave him. 
Serena didn’t see anything wrong with it and didn’t understand why he was
apologizing because it looked more like a small apartment than a hotel room. 
It was very nicely furnished and had a distinctly masculine feel about it as if
it had been decorated specifically for a man with discerning tastes.  There was
a lot of dark cherry wood, rich browns and burgundies, and all of the brass
fixtures shined like gold.  The furniture was all modern looking and not at all
institutional or outdated like some hotels she had been in.  She looked around
at everything and thought to herself how she had never been in a place as nice
as this.

He said he was planning to only stay in and relax with some wine
and good book that evening but was happy to have some company.  Being in a new
city and a new country was a bit lonely, and he still hadn’t met many people
other than at the office, and he preferred to leave work at work.  Serena
agreed that was a good idea.  He rustled through the shopping bags and took out
the candle that he had bought.

“Ambiance,” he announced with a bright smile and a wink.

He said that he hoped she didn’t think it was feminine of him, but
lighting a candle made it feel more like “home away from home”.  He placed it
on the side table and lit the wick, and he was right.  The glow of the flame
suddenly made everything seem cozier and cast a warm glow into the room. Serena
hadn’t seen the label on the candle when he bought it, but she could see now
that it read “
Brown Sugar & Fig
”, and it smelled delicious.

She stood at the door, afraid to touch anything but also afraid to
get everything wet.  She carefully removed her shoes and placed them to the
side, while he had tossed his wet coat and suit jacket carelessly on a chair
like he was at home.  He walked ahead to the small kitchen with an island bar
and offered to put water on for tea.  She thanked him but said the espresso
drink that she had in the car was enough. He then walked into the bedroom and
called out to her saying he was sorry that he didn't have much, but he would
find something dry for her to change into.

He returned a few moments later, carrying some folded clothes that
looked like a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants.  Serena loved wearing men's
clothes that were oversized on her, so she said that would be fine.  He saw
that she was shivering, so he vigorously rubbed her arms and back to warm her. 
She wondered how he could feel so warm when she was so chilly and they had both
just been in the same rain together.  She wished he would pull her into his
arms and wrap her in his warmth, and she looked up at him tentatively.

“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” he said quickly,
removing his hands and seeming to not respond at all to her eyes that were
begging for his touch.

Serena was sure from his tone that he meant for her to go to the
bathroom and change, but he stayed in front of her.  He reached out and began
to undress her, lifting her wet t-shirt and peeling it off of her.  She raised
her arms, never taking her eyes off of his, and he pulled her shirt up and over
her head then tossed it on the floor.  She instinctively crossed her arms to
cover her bare skin, but he gently pushed them away, and she let her hands fall
to her side. 

His eyes danced around her face and wandered down onto her pale
creamy skin, and her heart pounded in her chest like it would explode.  He
smiled a gentle and sweet smile and licked his lips as he gazed upon her.  She
quivered when she felt his hands touch her belly as he unbuttoned her jeans and
slowly unzipped them.  They fit her like a second skin and hugged her curves,
but being wet, they were practically glued to her.  He slid them down and
tugged them over her hips, carefully leaving her panties in place.  He lowered
her wet jeans to the floor and offered his hand to her for balance as she
stepped out of them.

He was still fully dressed while Serena stood mere inches from him
wearing only tiny lace bikini panties and a sheer lace bra that stretched
around her breasts and offered little support or modesty.  He again slipped his
arms around her and reached to unhook her bra.  Other guys she had been with
hadn’t yet mastered the technique, but he effortlessly released the hooks.
One…two…three.  The straps slipped off of her shoulders, and he gently removed
it completely.  It fell to the floor as she was faintly aware that she was
being undressed by a stranger. 

Her breasts were now fully exposed, not that the flimsy fabric had
given much modesty to begin with. His dark eyes entranced her, and she felt as
if she could not breathe.  Her heart raced, and she felt a rush of heat spread
over her body followed by goosebumps erupting over her delicate ivory skin. 
Her nipples were again fully erect and tightened as they were exposed and
lengthened as if magnetically drawn to him.  They were like two rosy arrowhead
tips in the center of her pale pink areolas, aimed toward her target.

She could feel the moisture from her pussy soaking her panties.
She felt the slick lubrication flow from her vagina, waiting for his
penetration.  As if he read her mind, he brought his hands to her voluptuous
hips and slid her lace panties down, grazing his fingers against her cool skin
and then gliding his hands fully over the curve of her shapely ass.  Her
panties fell to the floor with a whisper, and he drew her body closer to his,
his intense dark eyes paralyzing her.

He suddenly took a step back and said he would let her get dressed
and he would put the things away that he had bought earlier. 
How could he
strip me like that and leave me
, Serena thought.  She frowned and reached
out and grabbed his silk tie, pulling him back to her.  He looked surprised,
but she pressed her naked body to his, and she could feel his impressive cock
rock-hard against her.  She let the curves of her body ease into his as she
brought her hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him down to her.

Her cool wet skin reacted to the heat of his body, and goose bumps
erupted again over her shivering body.  She felt her nipples pucker and tighten
even more as they brushed against his shirt; it was crisp and white and had
fine pinstripes. She could feel his breath on her face, and she pulled him
closer, bringing his lips to hers.  Their lips met softly as he wrapped his
arms around her.  She felt small and delicate in his arms as he pulled her
closer still and kissed her more passionately.  His kisses tingled down her
spine and settled into the deepest part of her femininity where they glowed
like burning embers.

Serena broke free from his embrace and stepped away, taking his
hand to guide him to the small living room to her right.  They paused near the
sofa, and he moved behind her and put his arms around her.  He held her tightly
for a moment, and she gasped as she felt his breath on her ear.  She shivered,
and he paused there as her body reacted to the sensation as he exhaled.  He
softly kissed the side of her neck, pushing her dark wet hair out of his way. 

As he moved from her neck to her shoulder, Serena could feel his
hardness against her again, and he brought his hands to her full ripe breasts,
scooping each one fully into his hands, and began to fondle and squeeze them
gently and rhythmically.  Her nipples swelled and ached to be touched, and just
at that moment, he brushed his fingers against them, causing her to draw in a
quick breath again.

Serena closed her eyes and laid her head back on his shoulder as
he massaged her breasts and pulled gently on her nipples.  She raised her arms
to give him better access to them and caressed the back of his neck, running
her hands through his hair. She let him run his hands down her petite frame, tracing
the curves of her hips, and finally one hand slipped down to her freshly waxed
pussy.  She felt one of his fingers push between the lips, and it felt ripe and
juicy, like it just burst open with a warm wetness.  She let out a quiet moan
as he touched her swollen clit.

He stayed that way, holding her from behind, caressing each of her
breasts and teasing her nipples as he swirled his other fingers around her
clit.  He was a bit playful at first as he enjoyed the slick lubrication,
gliding his fingers through it, but it was becoming more focused and intense,
and it made her wetter to hear him breathing so heavily in her ear. She stood
there wrapped in his arms and let him bring her closer to orgasm. 

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered huskily into her ear. 

Feeling his breath on her sent waves of heat through her body, and
his voice touched a place deep in her soul as he spoke. Serena couldn’t hold it
in any longer, she had to cum.  He sensed it and held her tighter in his arms
and continued to slowly circle her clit and settled his other hand on one of her
nipples and firmly pinched it. She relaxed into his arms and felt her pussy
explode and flow over his fingers as she moaned into the emptiness of the
room. 

He held Serena silently for a few moments, and when he relaxed his
grip on her and set me free, she expected that he would guide her to the sofa. 
Instead she only heard a movement behind her, and she glanced behind her to see
him going down on his knees.  She wasn’t sure what he was doing and thought
maybe he wanted to admire her heart-shaped bottom.  He put his hands on her
hips then she felt him begin to caress and squeeze the ripe flesh of her hips
and buttocks, and finally he was slipping his fingers between her legs, dipping
into the juices from her pussy. 

She felt one finger slide into her vagina as another fingertip
reached up to her clit that was still throbbing from her first orgasm. She was
still standing near the sofa, so she leaned against it for balance but also
lifted one knee onto the side of the sofa.  She bent forward slightly at the
waist and pushed her ass out, making it easier for him to reach her pussy.  She
knew from his position he had a clear view, but she wanted that.  She wanted
him to look at her wet pink pussy, and she wanted him to desire her even more.

He pulled his hand from between her legs, and Serena frowned in
disappointment. 

Why is he stopping?
she wondered.

Then suddenly she felt a new sensation.  He had brought his face
to her pussy, and she felt his lips kissing and sucking the wet lips.  She felt
his hot breath on her as he buried his face in the warm stickiness.  His tongue
darted in and out, tasting and exploring all of her, and curled around her
clit.  One guy had done it to her before, but he didn’t really know what he was
doing and slurped around like he was eating a melting ice cream cone and never
hit the right spot, and she had lain only staring at the ceiling of his pickup
truck until he had enough.

He held her ass tightly and licked and sucked for several minutes,
and it was the most amazing sensation she had ever felt.  It was so delicate
and precise, but at the same time not delicate at all and with intent.  He
thrust his wet tongue deep into her vagina as he stroked her throbbing clit. 
She felt a warm surge envelop her, and her pussy burst again, the ripe nectar
flooding over his face, and he eagerly licked and sucked up the juices.

Serena’s legs were beginning to tremble, so she turned and sat on
the edge of the sofa.  He moved to stand front of her, and she reached out and
loosened his belt then lowered his zipper, brushing her hand against the rigid
bulge in his pants.  She stood up again and unknotted his tie and slowly
unbuttoned his shirt.  Her hands shook slightly, and she wasn’t sure if her
nerves were over-stimulated from the orgasms or if she was shaking from
anticipation.  She wanted this man like she had never wanted another.  Before
now she had only been with greedy, clumsy boys and never an elegant,
sophisticated man.  With every button that she opened, she placed a gentle kiss
on his chest, unbuttoning and kissing all the way to his navel. 

She slipped his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor with his
pants after a brief moment of fumbling with the French cuffs which she wasn’t familiar
with.   She had stripped him naked except for his tight microfiber briefs that
stretched tightly across his prominent erection.  She pulled him into her arms
and held his body to hers for a few seconds, closing her eyes and deeply
inhaling his scent.  The feeling of his skin against hers caused ripples of
electric heat to course through her body again.  Her hands moved down to his
waist, where her fingers found the elastic waistband. She slid his briefs down,
sliding her hands over his firm, muscular ass and setting his hard cock finally
free.

Serena was impressed by the size of his manhood, and he smiled at
her approval.  She hoped that the expression on her face was one of
sophisticated lust and not that of a giddy little girl who caught her first
peek at an erection.  She reached down and cradled his balls in her hand.  They
felt heavy and full of cum, and she noticed that they were shaved smooth.  She
had never felt shaved testicles before, but she liked the sensation and stroked
and held them for a few moments.

She wrapped her petite hand around the thickness of his cock then
let it glide along the length of it.  He smiled softly down at her as she
explored and stroked him. His pre-cum streamed over the glans of his penis and
lubricated his length in her hand.  Still holding his cock and balls in her
hands, she guided him gently to the sofa, and he sat back against the
overstuffed cushions.  She straddled his lap, but she ached to feel him inside
her.