Champagne And Lust

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The message you had sent me earlier had me intrigued. ‘Room 1285. Hurry, I have a present for you…’My taxi labours along the city streets, every set of lights against me as the sweet anticipation inside me threatens to succumb to the frustration of not being with you already. There are alcohol-fuelled revellers pouring out of clubs and bars into the streets and onto the roads, holding my journey up further. Expletives are offered by the driver and ignored by everyone. I don’t want anything interrupting my thoughts. Thoughts of you. Thoughts of what you could have possibly got me. Memories of how you smell, the way you move, how you taste, the feel of being inside your mouth, at the back of your throat and squeezed into your tight, kaçak iddaa wet, quivering cunt…A thud pulls me from my nocturnal daydream. The taxi has clipped a pedestrian’s foot from what I can make out of the argument. I don’t have time for this shit, I think, and with a muted “Cheers, mate,” I deposit a note on his passenger seat and exit the cab. A quick look around tells me I’m only a short walk away from the hotel. It’s slightly off the beaten track, but still in the City Centre. As always, you’ve hidden us in plain sight. The fear of being recognised in a small city en route to a rendezvous is always there, but it adds to the excitement and flavour of the evening.The hotel is dark and indulgent. Red hues and deep purple kaçak bahis furnishings line the lobby, almost willing the debauched in, like a runway to the forbidden. This hotel was built with one purpose in mind, and I intend to indulge that purpose tonight with you and whatever gift awaits me.I enter the mirrored lift with a young couple who are obviously here for the same reason I am. Pleasantries are exchanged and required buttons pressed. They move to face away from me, lost in each other. His body pressed into the rear of hers, his hands on her stomach, his lips on her neck, her eyes on me in the mirror. I should look away but can’t. She stares at me and smiles as she exposes a pert breast and moves his fingers to her nipple. illegal bahis She gasps as he pinches her sensitive, pierced flesh, never breaking her gaze but to signal where I should look next. I follow her mirrored line of sight to the hitched-up skirt bundled around a slender waist and see fingers circling the outside of red lace panties. I look back at her eyes. They are full and wanton, as is her smile. Her eyes close with pleasure and she lets out a stifled moan as his hand joins hers inside the dampened red lace. Her scent fills the lift and my already erect cock pulses a little faster, grows fuller and wider.I look away to check the lift’s progress. A few more floors to go. Damn. I could happily watch this all night… I turn back to find she’s now facing me, embraced with her lover, his face still buried in the nape of her long neck. She looks at me deeply. She smiles a wickedly toothy grin and mouths a single word. ‘Watch.’

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