He opened the door and i could not believe my eyes.Christmas lights and fake snow. He had turned the room into a mini replica of the party downstairs! It was breathtaking.
"Ben, this is...amazing." I said in awe.
He picked me up in his strong arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Ben was almost twice my height, which made me feel so safe. He carried me over to the bed and gently laid me down the on the faux snow covered blanket.
Keeping his fingers intertwined with mine, he gently placed my hands above my head. It was incredibly hot. I stared into his deep brown eyes and waited for him to kiss me, but instead he started gliding my hands down to my sides, and then up again above my head, over and over. It was obvious that he noticed the confused look on my face, because he burst into laughter.
"Snow angels!" he shouted, quite proud of himself.
I cracked up.
"So are so silly - and so romantic." I giggled. This man was something else.
He let go of my hands and finally kissed me, long and hard on the mouth. His left hand softly cupped my face, and his right hand explored the back of my dress looking for the zipper.
I slipped out of the dress and laid naked on the bed in front of him. He quickly disrobed as well and reached for a silver box that was sitting on the night stand. He sat it next to us and opened the lid to reveal a wide selection of body oils and lubes.
"Pick your pleasure." he said with a smirk.
After a quick glance at the bottles, I pointed to the one called "Gingerbread Delight", sticking with the Christmas theme.
"Gwen and Ben" have been co-workers for a few weeks now.
The attraction between them is undeniable. At the company's Christmas party, the discreetly trade amuse-bouche and champagne for another kind of treat...
I was so excited to meet Ben at our office Christmas party. It was being held at one of the fancy-schmancy hotel ballrooms downtown.
The dress I had picked out was out of this world - short and sequin, and we had been sexting all afternoon, so my libido was in overdrive. I couldn't wait for him to see me.
He had started at my company a few months back and we immediately clicked. We had gotten together for drinks the day after Thanksgiving and ended up in bed together. I can quite honestly say it's the best sex I've ever had, and we've been hooking up on a regular basis ever since.
As I stepped out of my Uber, I immediately started scanning the front of the hotel to see if I could spot him anywhere. No sign of him yet. I walked into the lobby and saw signs indicating that our party was straight ahead in Ballroom number one. I could hear loud music coming from behind the doors, and excitedly went in.
The room was decked out with Christmas ligh and fake snow. It was a literal Winter Wonderland. As I peered around the room, I suddenly felt a hand on the small of my back, and quickly turned around.
"Hey Babe!" he shouted over the music with a huge grin on his face. "Wow. You look stunning."
He immediately took my hand in his, and we walked over to the bar to grab cocktails. After attempting to make chit-chat through the noise, Ben leaned in and loudly whispered into my ear:
"I have a surprise for you."
We sat our drinks down on the table and he led me out of the ballroom. My heart was racing.
"What in the world did he have planned?" I thought to myself.
We walked down the hall to the hotel elevators. When the doors opened we stepped in and he pushed "4". He squeezed and caressed my hand as we waited for the doors to open again.
Down the hall we went, until he stopped in front of Room 403, pulling a room key out of his pocket.
He opened the door and I couldn't believe my eyes.
He laid down beside me and pulled me closer so that we were wrapped in each other, skin on skin, breath to breath. His lips found mine again and we lay kissing while our hands caressed our bodies continuously. I could feel my dripping waters, like Xin had put it, they were soaked in the middle of my panties and brushing against Norman's folded knee placed in between my thigh "What a feeling"!!
Our bodies tossed on the firm mattress. When Norman finally slipped his fingers into my panties, he touched the hood of my clitoris - soaked in warm juice... and I shuddered in excitement.
His middle finger rubbed the hood and I could not take it anymore...
Yet, he didn't stop.
His finger made circular movements on my juiced clitoris while his lips kissed and groaned against my mouth.
My fingers were digging into the skin on his back as I felt carried away in ecstasy...
My legs began to quake and Norman abruptly rose to kneel at my feet. He picked the sides of my panties and dragged it down my thighs and off my legs. He pushed my legs apart before getting down on his stomach. His arms wrapped around both thighs and pulled me down closer to his face.
I felt the breath from his nose and it tickled me in longing anticipation.
When his tongue - long and hot, gently stroked the length of my soaked bean, I shuddered.
He went in circles... upwards continuous strokes... before dipping his tongue deep into my opening to dig in and out.....
My lips were whimpering at this point and my waist rocked in circles, round and round against his face.
My moaning became so high pitched that wondered if the walls could contain it, yet, too excited to care about who heard us, placed both hands on my breasts and squeezed my nipples as Norman continued to lap my juices and eat me like I was the last snack left in quarantine.
I had to have me !
I pulled away and before he could comprehend, I pushed his back to the bed, hungrily dragged his briefs down his waist to reveal his fully erect rod, throbbing from side to side.
I flung the briefs to the floor and straddled him. Almost impatiently, I guided my waist on top of him...
He grunted as my walls gripped him. I felt his hands take hold of my breasts and I slid down, down until he was completely buried inside me, then I pulled back up, and went down on him again, trailing him with warm wet juices It felt so delicious!!
My waist began to rock faster, moving in different angles as the sweet sensation sped through me.
My nipples were between his fingers and my hands pressed down on his chest as my waist rode him. Our cries echoed....
I could feel him, thick and heavy inside me, brushing as I guided my waist to corners that tickled me the most.
I felt in charge. I felt powerful, I felt beautiful as I sat in control, on top of this man.
I wanted to look at him, but I kept my eyes shut to feel every moment, every sweetness... every thrilling sensation as it continued to build in my center, and sweep down my legs.
When I leaned backward and planted my hands behind my feet, I felt his right fingers leave my breast and settle on my clitoris – his thumb rubbed the tip of my clitoris at the same time that my waist rocked forward and backward on his length....
This man was driving me to cloud 9 As both hands continue to work on my nipple and clitoris at the same time, warm fluid gushed out of my urethral opening and I whimpered. It drowned his moving finger and splashed onto his stomach.
"Oh yea-aahhh" he groaned and I didn't stop. I was now moving in lightning speed, my mouth was agape, eyes shut tight as I felt myself about to explode completely... He groaned persistently, he was getting there too...
I could sense him, just as I felt my walls contrast and tingle until I quaked uncontrollably, erupting in a satisfying climax!
His eyes were blue and they shone even brighter when he was talking passionately about something he cared about, or adamant in convincing me why a shot of espresso contains less caffeine than a cup of coffee . "Hey!" his voice rang into my thoughts.
I turned to catch him standing at the bathroom's doorway and my eyes widened at the sight. As tall as the door, he had nothing but a white towel, wrapped loosely around his waist. His lips were smiling casually at me while his hand had a small towel to his brown hair, wiping almost vigorously. My eyes looked down from his face to his bare chest, and swallowed hard at the firm dampened flesh.
Thad just spotted the V-cut on his abdomen when he said,
The water was great!" and turned and began walking towards the closet, giving me a full view of his small waist and flat buttocks.
I remembered what was said about men with flat buttocks.
I turned to my side in one swift, away from his toned back and strong legs and I bite my fingers pressing my legs together in an effort to contain the throb that had begun to pulsate at my now moist folds.
Spppssshhh went his body spray and I submerged under the scent of the woody aquatic fragrance. This wasn't helping I continued to stare at the wall as I imagined him stepping into his briefs.
The bed shook when he jumped into it, completely engulfing me in his scent.
I was so turned on.
"Hey, check this out!" he called, oblivious of the war going on in between my thighs.
I turned my body to look at the Mac Pro sitting on his laps.
"What do you think?" he asked, referring to the open Excel page. I could see letters and figures but it was all gibberish in my head as I was burning too hot between my thighs to make sense of anything he was showing me right now.
His lips were moving - he was saying something but I was too dazed to comprehend. Still, i watched his moving lips, full and wide, teeth breaking forth in a smile now and then and I could not take it any longer.
I reached my hand to rest on his chin, and his lips abruptly stopped moving. He turned to look at me just as I pulled my body upwards to be inches away from his face.
I watched his eyes squint, first with surprise, then desire. He slid his Mac Pro away from his laps then lifted his left hand to rest tenderly on the side of my face.
I felt as light as a feather.
His thumb moved against my jaw and we gazed into each other's eyes with nothing but the hushed sounds of our breathing between us.
I melted at this closeness... at this man, at these blue eyes, arresting my very soul... When his head began to close the distance between us, my eyes instinctively slid shut.
His breath found me first - minty and fresh, his perfume, even stronger now, filled my nostrils, then I felt his lips - soft and warm, touching down on mine, so delicate... like butterfly wings.
I felt his tongue tickle mine, and I gasped from suppressed desire, "Oh, Nor-rman!"
Our lips merged and I swam my tongue past his lips into the warm moistness that laid within. Like rippled water, our tongues danced, slowly at first, and then, all at once...
"Mai..." he groaned into my mouth and I could only breath, wordlessly as his tongue continued to twirl warmly against mine.
He kissed my nose, nibbled down at my upper lip and caressed my entire mouth with his.
He kissed my nose again and licked my chin... my entire face was in his palms and I was his to take. When his tongue met my neck, I cried softly in pleasure.
His tongue trailed teasingly, leaving heated sensations as it glided towards my ears. The heat rose in my cheeks when I felt my earlobe on his tongue. He swirled across my ears and my lips cried out his name. "No-r-r-rman..."
He snatched the duvet away from my body and turned my back to the bed. The right strap of my red negligee was falling down my arm, exposing the tip of my pink nipple.
Norman groaned gutturally and stroked the hard nipple with a finger before reaching down to lick at it. Exciting chills coursed through my body and I grabbed onto his hair for dear life.
He peeled the other strap of my negligee down my arm and began to caress the left breast with his hand while his tongue continued to work on my left nipple, with his teeth interchangeably... licking and scratching.
I lay in surrender; head dropped backwards, lips parted in soft moaning.
I felt the negligee slide down and sweep completely off my body, leaving my white panties behind. I opened my eyes to watch Norman remove his t-shirt, except for his briefs...which was engorged in the middle.
As he lowered himself down over me, I reached my hand and touched his chest.
The lockdown has ignited our sensual imagination. In this women's erotica short story, Mia finds herself sharing an executive apartment with a co-worker.
I could see the green leaves on the trees from my window, swaying gently to the Singapore's morning breeze. Chirping birds flew onto the crooked branches, perched and hopped, before flying away again - they had the freedom of movement, unlike Norman and I - locked down in this apartment. I thought about my dog back home, Betsy. I had called my mum to take her in.
I thought about work and my best friend, Xin. She had chuckled over the fact that I was trapped in this apartment with Norman. "Oh my god!" she had exclaimed when I told he Norman and I won't be coming back to Bangkok due to the lockdown directive, and that we were sharing an apartment, for convenience. "I wish I were in your shoes."
"Oh shut up!" I had laughed it off.
"No seriously, he's like the hottest Executive we've ever had, and that apartment? It is so-00 cozy"
She commented on the intimate space she could see via FaceTime. “You should totally for go it," she suggested “Xin!”
"I'm serious Mia, with a hot guy like Norman, and an apartment that gorge? I guarantee you'll be dripping waters in no time." she concluded and we guffawed at her statement.
Now, lying here on the eighth day of the lockdown, watching my window, I could hear Norman from the bathroom.
The sound of the running shower and splattering water filled my ears, and I began to reminisce on how much we had grown close over the past seven days.
At first, it had been awkward and we acted just like we did at work-formal and brief but trapped together with nowhere to go, we only had each other to relate with, and so we did. We talked more, on lighter notes. We watched the news, he even made breakfast and invited me to join him.
That morning, as we sat chatting over our meal, i noticed for the first time how the corners of his eyes squinted every time he laughed. He had the cliché beauty of a leading actor, narrow face, straight-edged nose, full hair... he even had the square chin with a dimple in the center.
His eyes were blue and they shone even brighter when he was talking passionately about something he cared about, or adamant in convincing me why a shot of espresso contains less caffeine than a cup of coffee.