Wednesday At The Ritz

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It’s mid-afternoon as I am crossing Central Park and the light is beginning to fade when I arrive alone at The Ritz. The doorman’s gloved hand opens the grand doors and ushers me into the vast entrance. In the lobby, I walk right past the front desk without a glance. I don’t break my stride and set my sights on the elevator bank at the far side of the lobby. Room 2608, reads the text and I’ll find the door open. My knee-length black suede trenchcoat conceals only the barest of outfits, strictly black satin lingerie, an open cup bra, a well-tailored satin garter belt, and black silk Cuban-heel hose with red-bottomed stilettos. I feel the diamond necklace around my neck and a few carats in each ear that adorn my face, and I am hiding behind my large black sunglasses. I sport a fresh face with red satiny lipstick. Frankly, it’s as au natural as I do. A sweet ding announces that the elevator is here. When the elevator doors close, I choose the twenty-sixth floor and realize we’ve waited to meet through a plague, the war, and my divorce and now we’re finally to meet IRL. The ding from each floor delivers fresh jitters, and I can feel the color rising in my cheeks. My heart pounds. I’m anxious as a cat and as each floor whizzes by, it’s bringing me closer to you and building the anticipation in me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the gilded doors. Çukurambar Escort I lean on one leg, silk crosses silk, and I feel a slight cool kiss of air on my nude wetness. My bare clit pulses and reminds me how long I’ve waited for this day. I am impatient. I part my suede trench coat and flash my pale breast and give the nipple a sharp pinch. In the closed, gilded doors, I look lovely and highly aroused. I see the devilish gleam in my green eyes. I carefully dressed just for you in stockings, no panties, and a hint of a bra. I toss a deep giggle. I’ve got nowhere to be until tomorrow. No one expects me. I cleared my calendar for the rest of the day, and now I silence my phone. This time is just for us.This afternoon is a delicious treat. I leisurely got ready for you, with a hot bath, and a single stiff drink. As much as I wanted to touch myself all day, I held off to let the anticipation build. I imagine your huge hands rubbing the oil into the warm skin. I close my eyes and can barely endure my desire for you. I need your fingers opening up small places like behind my knees, on my neck, cupping my breasts, then tracing my hip bones, until finally, landing near my sex.We met online in dark rooms on questionable sites over a long time. What initially began as a flirty chat and repartee evolved into sharing nudes, Çukurambar Escort Bayan then texts on various apps, then videos, and finally meeting over FaceTime, then a nude cam session. Many fantasies come to mind, their vividness, and how I’ve wanted to cum on your fingers, squeezing them with my satin walls, cum on those lips, and on your cock. This last thought brings a fresh rush of wetness. I smile to myself wickedly; I know the open cups offer a tempting display, the garter and silk stockings beckoning you to my smooth, hot, wet pussy. I’m beyond desire now and slip fingers to my hot pinkness now, where I find a generous stiff clit, steadily pulsing. I may cum right now, and after a long moment circling my clit, I dip a finger deep inside of me. I lift my fingers to my lips and take a taste. I taste sweet and tart and delicate like a ripe pear. I plunge them back into that hot box, and all I find is wetness and urgency. This is the longest elevator ride of my life. I’ve never met you in person, never kissed your face, haven’t heard your voice, smelled your hair, tasted you deeply. It’s possibly impossible. I could step out of my golden cage, stride to your suite, wordless, and in an instant, it completely doesn’t work. I’d say sorry. I never compromise. Chemistry is the most daunting challenge.After a Escort Çukurambar long sigh at that thought, my breathing turns slow and deep now like I am in a reverie. My desire has laid me bare and raw. I know that my face betrays everything I am thinking. So I know that when we meet in the suite, in one glance, my eyes will share with you ten million things, forever unspoken about how hot I am for you and how perfectly desired you are right now. Nothing has to be said because the dance we two strangers will share, needs no translation, no intro, and is elemental. You could be whispering in Swahili with no impact at all. I’ve forbidden you to talk to me today. Maybe I will reconsider later.So, wordlessly, I lightly rap on the door, the security lock leaving it slightly ajar, and as the doors open, I step into the cool foyer. It’s still and sterile in its opulence, dignified, and such a stark contrast to me. Under the cool facade, I am a hot mess.  I am so thoroughly excited and wet, I can feel my need for you gently rolling down my legs when I walk. I blush when I think, I hope you won’t hear its light timber of wetness opening up.  My senses are on full alert. But wait, I haven’t seen you yet. So with a deep breath, I step in even further and drop my suede coat behind me. And just because I am a woman on fire right now, I can’t resist dipping my fingers into my wet pussy for another taste licked off my fingertips. Then you are there. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. You are exactly as I hoped you would be – in a crisp white shirt, well-worn jeans, and beautiful loafers. So when you meet me with open arms, I lean into you.

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