What a Woman Wants

What a Woman Wants

As soon as I opened my 3rd floor hotel suite door, the smell of lavender filled my nostrils. I stood there for a moment (in complete darkness it seemed, only a small slit of light illuminating from under a door in the room), soaking the soothing quality of the aroma and mentally pushing back the stress from my current job. Although I was worried about tonight's surveillance, I couldn't help but feel anticipation for when I walked further into my room. I had told her to go to the room, and it looks like she was waiting on me the entire time.

Taking another deep breath of the lavender, I continued into my suite, making sure to quietly close the door behind me, locking the bottom electronic device, and then the manual slide lock on top. After this, I walked a few more steps, careful to not make too much noise as I continued through the darkness toward the small sliver of light.

Before a few more steps were taken, I heard a faint rustling sound as I walked across the floor. Hunching over, I laid my hand on the smooth carpet and picked up several small petals.

Damn, this woman has thought of it all!

Replacing the petals; I felt kind of guilty of picking them up in the first place, they just seemed to be more part of the carpet and a disgrace to remove the small petals from it.

I started to approach the door, realizing this was the bathroom I would be entering. Placing myself against the door, I could detect a kind of moaning taking place within the confines of the bathroom. Whatever it was, it certainly was pleasure and not pain.

Taking another whiff of the now erotic aroma swirling around my head, I gently laid my hand upon the doorknob. I also started noticing the small whiffs of steam rising from under the door bottom. I started to have second thoughts about entering the bathroom, perhaps thinking I would be intruding upon her when I thought it was romantic to it being just a normal shower with no intention at all. I didn't have to think long before I heard her silky sweet voice surround me.

" Oh, I do hope you won't leave me all alone Mister. "

The way she had her syllables just roll off her tongue made up my mind quick as a rabbit! Bringing my hand over the knob, I gently twisted it and pushed inward the door.

Now, my bathroom in the suite was a pretty large one based on normal dimensions. It had a vanity with all necessities along with a extra-large shower / tub combination that made it much easy to maneuver around in. And this is where I found her in all her glory.

Lifting my head from the knob to the shower where I now noticed the even flowing of the shower, I saw her standing for the first time without her clothes. My eyes immediately flashed down to her chest, realizing the beauty of her nicely-proportioned breasts, just the right size for my hands (or I was hoping) to grasp them in. Her nipples were completely erect, standing away from her aeriola, as if showing off just for me, starting to blood to pump into my manhood.

Then my eyes flashed up to her face. The way her dark hair redefined her aqua-blue eyes made me think she was cut straight out of heaven! Her lips, now stretched out to a tantalizing smile, made my own lips feel parched in comparison; her nose was set in a perfect formation, and her ears stood with defiance.

I could only speechlessly swing my eyes down to her very most private area. I could see a small patch of dark hair springing out just above her womanhood, teasing me to come closer and view it in all their splendor and glory. The littlest part of her pussy was noticeable, an arousing scene for me to behold and I could only think rapidly as to what it would look like with an unobstructed view!

My look-over complete (a thing that seamed to me to have taken all night), I gazed back into her face. With a even wider smile now, she turned off the shower, and stepped out of the shower, nude and wet, the water trickling down the sides of her chest and around the curves of her thighs. As she stood, the water droplets began to attach to her entire body, making my manhood start to throb within my pants, aching for the freedom of this woman it would soon have.

I felt I was frozen in time as she neared me, keeping her smile planted and her body moving in the most provoking manner. Her hips swayed back and forth, her breast swinging freely as she walked, a sight to behold indeed!

Then she was right next to me, gazing into my eyes, holding my own eyes fixed upon her with wonder. I felt I would just hold that stare, forever looking into that face and feeling the wave of warmth that creeped along my body. With that mischievous gleam in her eye, she gently leaned in and, grasping the back of my neck with her hands, pulled me in to kiss. Her lips, my lips, collided within that moment and I suddenly knew that everything everyone tells you about how great sex is, is true. Her kiss was nothing I had expected, none of that bullshit quick kissing so that you felt better, no; this kiss was real, and it was meant with sincerity for the person- me.

Her pleasure was obvious upon her face, her cheeks began to turn a lovely shade of red that turned me incredibly on. Feeling safe as to moving my own body parts, I took my own arms and swung them under her, lifting her from just underneath her buttocks and into a cradling position, as if I was holding a baby. Still holding that kiss, now combined with quick pecks of several tongue-lashing fevers, I carried her one step at a time from the mist soaked bathroom out into the bedroom. With the carefulness of a father, I laid her upon the king-sized bed, pulling my lips from hers for the moment.

I climbed over on top of her, spread on all-fours, towering over her, reveling in this erotic moment. Her hands began to move, rubbing along the sides of my chest and neck, my worries beginning to rapidly vanish. I had completely succumbed to my lust!

With clearly clever hands, she shimmied off my black jacket, throwing it off to the side and then doing quick work at untying my neck tie, adding it to the pile with the jacket. Those same hands seductively went to the top of my neck. Her fingers moved flawlessly and slipped the first button from its space at the top of my neck, with second one in the same manner, and then the third. At each button interval, her hands slipped into the newly uncovered area, sending shivers up and down my spine as her touch went over my touch, slipping over my own nipples and the hair upon my chest. She began to curl the hair on my chest, pulling it slightly then releasing, a pattern she repeated over and over again, sending me almost to the point of ejaculating right then and there.

At the last button, she shifted herself to a lower position according to my situation, and released the last button. My now fully uncovered chest became her own personal playground. Those hands, 'oh how those hands!' moved and tweaked at my chest, making me feel I would soon lose control over my mind. She leaned up and placed her teeth over one of my nipples, snatching it gently and then pulling upon it. Now, this was totally new to me, and I was completely surprise, but damn! it was good feeling. My ecstasy was elevating at each new place she touched.

When I felt I would not be able to restrain myself any longer, she abruptly stopped, and took her hands completely off my chest, only to replace them over my crotch. My manhood, feeling as if it would burst out from the hems of my pants, started to really become active. Without any further agony, she slipped my belt from the pockets, and reached her hand in.

Exhilarating! That's the best explanation I could come up with as her hand encased my penis. I fought to still keep a sense of myself as she groped over my manhood, running her silky hands over the length and falling down to my balls, grabbing and then releasing the frail organs as if she was afraid she might rip them off.

I couldn't stand it any longer. With sweat perspiring all over my face and body, I threw my hands down to my pants and yanked them off from myself, and pulling down my underwear to reveal my own private area completely nude. Her hands continued to explore my region, bringing explosions of sensation from my body at every touch.

However, I felt I had to return the gratitude and shifted myself from atop her to beside her. Keeping her laying on her side, I laid upon my side, my manhood protruding in front of me, leaving it the only thing between myself and her.

She simply looked over and smiled at me as I moved my own hands over her body. My hands explored her face, brushing through her dark hair and running along the sides of her cheeks. My own wanting to explore more took the best of me and my hands drifted down from her face, along her neck and to her breast. Both of my hands grasped one of her breast, cupping it gently between them. I could notice the obvious delight she was getting from this as her body shook with pleasure. My hands massaged that breast with longliness, my fingers pulling upon her erect nipple, causing even more agony to explode through her body.

With gentle persuasion, I removed my hands from her breast so as to surf down her well-toned belly, marveling in its smoothness and texture. I circled my fingers around her navel, dancing them around that little area to cause her to shake again with agony.

Then my hands moved down to the most sensitive area of her body. My fingers brushed through her pubic hair, pulling at odd bits of hair for her pleasure and desire. Shifting my self farther down, my fingers encountered the beginning of her pussy, those sex lips covered in wet substance as she anticipated the inevitable. Those same fingers fondled around the entrance, slightly opening the hole for greater access. And with one gentle sweep of the hand, I plunged the first of my fingers inside of her, causing her to take a deep breath and moan with delight. My finger rhythmically moved in and out of her pussy, her sex lips moving in the flow with my finger, causing her clitoris to become more defined. At that moment, my other hand's fingers began to torment that little bulb, sending her into a very exciting state. I could tell she was nearing an orgasm, and I wanted to give her one to never forget!

Moving with more and more speed, I plunged a second finger into her pussy along with the first; her body began to bend slight toward the air in the middle, forming a small arc along her back. Her moaning increased in pitch, she was now sweating as badly as I was, making small puddles form upon the bedsheets. Her orgasm began to come, her back arching more and more, my fingers continuing their pleasure and my own manhood pulsing with bliss. Then, with a loud moan of her own making, she reached her orgasm, arching to an incredible degree, and sank back down into the bedsheets and pillow, her moans simmering lower to a normal tone, a silly satisfaction grin plastered on her face.

I could barely hear her, but her lips were easy to read. " I want you in me. I want you to give me something you haven't yet tried. "

I was ready, I would give her the satisfaction she wanted. She would have the gratification that she well deserved.

" I want you to fuck me," she lustily whispered, her words rolling with such sweet seduction that you weren't going to disobey.

Lifting myself over her, I retrieved my fingers from their places, making her groan with disapproval at my abrupt stop of pleasure. Taking my manhood in my hand, I hovered it over her pussy, now gushing with juices that were just waiting for me to enter with. And so I did. I placed my manhood at that entrance and immediately took a thrust inside.

Stars started bursting everywhere in my head! Sensations of the highest degree enveloped my body, sending me into a pleasure machine. Another plunge, then another, and another, and another… My rhythmic hammering upon her womanhood became something that I unconsciously did, her body taking the blow of my manhood, sending currents of delight and ecstasy through her body; her breast now swelled to their biggest size, those nipples noticeable at their simple position. Her moans again increased, making me in-turn add my own grunts of satisfaction as I kept up my pace. These timeless minutes rolled by, me giving my heart in keeping her full of pleasure, and herself receiving openly my affection and lust. On and on I continued my action upon her, sweating at a breakneck speed that was easily matched by the woman. Our moans and grunts mingled together, causing me to become even more aroused, taking more contentment through her. My orgams started to come just as her own second one began, causing us to both lose ourselves and moan in ectasy as the sensation swept through our bodies, zapping away what energy we had.

Our pace began to slowly decline. I was becoming very tired, starting to penetrate at such a slow speed I felt I would just come out of her body and completely collapse upon her. Taking one last thrust, I rolled over beside her, both of us gasping for air and expelling it just as fast as we tried to control our racing heartbeats.

Her hand reached over and took my own, holding it with such sweet affection I thought I would cry and breakdown in helpless tears at this instant; but, I held my emotions in check, and my breathing along with hers began to come back under a more normal volume.

Her eyes one again laid upon my own and we simply stared at each other with small smiles upon our silly faces. I felt I had done the best she could have wanted and needed, that I had fulfilled my end in some weird way.

Alast, she broke the silence of lust with her words. " I just want you to know…. that had to be the best sex I have ever have or will have."

I couldn't resist emitting a small laugh at her remark. " I'm glad I could offer you my services and make them worthwhile. "

Exhaustion was setting in, I could tell we would fall asleep in the late afternoon , near-dark atmosphere on the bed without our clothes or self-consciousness.

Before we both slipped off to our dreamworlds, she whispered this small phrase…

" We should try this another time, and I've got a whole lot of other things to try…"

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