Good evening my succulent cherried darling,
Our last encounter seemed a little one-sided and I apologize for my arrogance. In retribution I have purchased you a gift. Come to Westin Plaza at 8 pm this evening, room 3918. You will find your gift waiting for you.
Miranda read the note over again. The cab stopped, a moment later the door opened a hand assisting her out of the car. She nodded thanks, seeing Westin Plaza towering over her. A gift… It could be so many things. Could he be up there waiting for her, would she finally meet her mystery lover? Miranda Vela moved through the marbled lobby with ease and grace, refusing to show any sign of the nerves bundling in her stomach. It sounded ridiculous that she had never ‘met’ her lover. They had touched, kissed, spoken with words beyond thought and he had brought her to exquisite new heights of sexual ecstasy, but alas she could not pick him out in a crowd, or tell you the color of his eyes.
So why was she following his every command? What kind of pull did he have over her? She wasn’t sure but, every rabbit hole he’d taken her down thus far had been an experience she soon wouldn’t forget. Maybe that was the attraction, the excitement. She never knew what was going to happen and that was a thrill. She felt more alive now that she had in years, he’d awakened something insatiable in her and she loved it!
The elevator door closed, she pressed the thirty-ninth floor and took a deep breath. What could be waiting for her, a group of men, a group of women, a horse? She giggled to herself and the elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor. The door opened and a distinguished man stepped onto the elevator with her. His eyes and hair were dark with streaks of silver. Rugged features and a strong lined chin made her knees weaken. This was who she pictured when she imagined her lover in the dark. Her breath caught in her throat. The elevator stopped at thirty-seven and he moved to exit. He stopped, giving her a small smile before the doors closed. She wanted to stop the elevator and find out if he was indeed the man of her dreams, literally but it was too late now. Damn it!
A ding announced her arrival. Miranda stepped of the elevator to a very plush hallway. She wasn’t sure, but it looked more posh that the rest of the building. She followed the hallway, taking note of the room numbers as she went. Reaching 3918, she hesitated and then pushing her fear away, she used the keycard attached to the note. The door unlocked and she stepped inside.
The suite was one of the most beautiful places she had ever seen. A smile crept over her lips and she quickly explored what she assumed was the living area. The bedroom doors were closed. Miranda stood staring wondering yet again what was waiting for her. Damn him, he did this on purpose just to torment me!
Once again corralling her uncertainty, Miranda stepped to the doors and opened them. Her breath stopped and her pussy immediately wet. Laid out on the king sized, linen and down covered bed was a gorgeous woman. Her hands were bound horizontally across the bed. A blindfold lay across her eyes, and with the exception of a glittering belly chain, completely nude.
Next to the bed lay a table Miranda saw a feather, a bottle of astro-glide, several vibrators, a dildo, a bear of honey and a note.
This is Samantha.
She is ready, willing, and all yours for the evening.
Miranda’s mouth watered and she caught herself staring again at the luscious body laid out before her. The woman moaned, causing Miranda to jump in surprise. Up until that moment the entire picture seemed abstract. “I can smell your perfume, Cherry Blossom from Bath and Body Works, right?” Her voice was low and sultry. She moved her body on the bed like a cat stretching out in comfort. “My name is Sam, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”
“I uh…are you—“
“Comfortable? Very.” Miranda could have sworn she hear the woman purr. Miranda dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes. “I want to play…do you?”
“I like to play, it is fun, I promise.” Miranda couldn’t move. “Let’s start with the feather.”
Something clicked in her head and she smiled. This had been her fantasy and he made it come true. A woman, all for her, no doubts just desire and wanting to be pleasured by her. Instead of taking the feather, Miranda grabbed the honey. Dripping some on her finger, she moved onto the bed. The woman lay waiting a smile edging her lips, her breathing deepening. She is getting aroused… Miranda swiped her honey coated fingertip over the woman’s bottom lip. Miranda followed the trail of honey with her tongue, swiping at the woman’s mouth. Her mouth opened, inviting her in and the woman began a deep, thrusting kiss. Miranda broke the kiss, pushing herself higher than the woman on the bed before she made kisses and nips down her neck. Settling into the curve of her body, Miranda covered another finger in honey. She used the finger to idly cover Samantha’s left breast swirling the honey around and over every inch of the areola and tip of the nipple. Samantha’s breathing quickened, Miranda drizzled honey over the right breast, using her finger to coat the areola and nipple. With a dripping mouth, Miranda pushed out her tongue taking a long lick of the left nipple. The flowery sweet honey coated her taste bud and she wanted more. Sucking the entire nipple into her mouth she sucked it against her tongue, laving the honey of the areola and nipple while still covering the right breast with teasing honey. Miranda became so wrapped up in what she was doing that she didn’t notice the effect she was having on Samantha until her pelvis pushed up and off the bed. Her whimpers were delightful to behold and encouraged Miranda to keep going.
Once the left nipple was sufficiently cleaned, Miranda moved to the right breast. Teasing the area around the nipple with the tip of her tongue, the play riled Samantha into whimpers and writhing. Miranda sucked the enflamed nipple between her lips, squeezing it before taking it into her mouth. Her left hand pinched, pulled and rolled the left breast, all the while cleaning the right breast of delicious honey. Miranda finally finished, and Samantha lay quivering, her mouth gaping for more. Miranda kissed her, sweetly before plunging her tongue into the woman’s mouth. Samantha’s hips lifted of the bed, desperate for attention. Miranda smiled, releasing the woman’s lips and grabbing the bottle of honey. Aiming the nozzle over Samantha’s shaven pussy, she squeezed, letting the cool gel slide down Samantha’s lips. She gasped, Miranda caught her lips in a dominate kiss while her hand spread the sweetened delight over and within Samantha’s nether lips.
Working the honey into every crevice of the woman’s cunt, Miranda came across the button she’d been searching for. Miranda licked the honey off her fingertips before frigging Samantha’s clit. Her body shifted in delight, her hands clutching Miranda’s arms. “Yes, yes oh fuck, yes…fuck me baby!”
To be continued....