I’m in town. Would you like to grab a drink?

The words echoed in my mind as I sat at the hotel bar awaiting her arrival.  I only had one objective: maintain control, but images of taught skin and parted lips kept flashing in my vision and I had to breathe deeply, repeating again and again ‘maintain control.’

Suddenly the clicking of stilettos approached the bar.  I didn’t turn to see her, knowing I’d instantly jump out of my skin and into hers after lusting for her flesh for so long.  My heart began racing, blood rushing south and I had to breathe deeply, repeating again and again ‘maintain control.’

My peripheral vision focused on her form, perfect breasts restrained in a tight red dress pressed against the bar.  She crossed one bare leg behind the other, pushing her supple ass out as her back arched.  Her lips parted slightly as she smiled at the bartender but the room faded away as I imaged those lips exploring, kissing, sucking, moaning and I had to breathe deeply, repeating again and again ‘maintain control.’

“Well, hello.”  Her fragrance was sugar and honey.  “Fancy meeting you here.” Her voice was lust and passion.  She bent down, kissing my cheek lightly, pressing her breasts against my chest, one hand resting just below my waist.  She made small talk, though I couldn’t hear what she was saying.  I must have been responding, because she laughed and smiled and sipped her drink, but I had to breathe deeply, repeating again and again ‘maintain control.’

Several drinks down and several hours past, she leans into me again, placing her hand on my thigh, close enough to know what I’d been thinking but far enough to only make my yearning stronger.  “I’m glad we did this,” sugar and honey brushing my face as she kissed my cheek again.  She pulled back slightly, biting her lip as she ran her fingers through my stubble.  I breathed deeply, but the hope for control was gone.

“I’ll walk you up to your room.”

The elevator doors had only just closed, when I turned my eyes on her, leaning against the railing, still biting her lip.  I took a step toward her and hesitated.  “Do it,” she breathed, one single exhale of wanting.  She tasted just as sweet as she smelled.

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