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I was out tonight, as usual scanning the hotel bar for my next conquest, They usually come to me slowly but this evenings beauty jumped out at me from across the room, tall leggy, beautiful curves, a long dark brunette with flecks of blonde at the ends. She wore a silky black number that draped over her body and shone, peeking out from the waist was the slightest glimpse of red lace which captured my imagination for to long, long enough for her to be upon me. The faintest hints of her perfume wafted past my nose, sweet smelling and slightly erotic. She drew closer and closer until she was so close she was pressed up against me, one peck on the lips, a slight movement in my jeans pocket and then she walked away. Her kiss left the lightest remains of her strawberry lippy, in my pocket a note with one word and one number 'Suite 69'. As I approached the room, my nerves made my legs shake and my excitement kept me standing. I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened with no such action and there she was in all her beauty, no silky black number just the red lace that even my imagination couldn't have dreamt up moments earlier. She pulled me in and her perfume notes took me to a new place reminding me of hints of soft citrus fruit and purple flowers. We didn't make the bedroom the first time, as she pulled at my hair, I felt the supple softness of her skin against mine, her embrace was like a cushion, protective and comfortable. She glided around my body like it was an ice rink - she was no amateur! The red lace was soon gone and the room filled with a distinct smell, it lingered long after it finished - I lay waiting for it all to happen again. The second time was slicker than the last, more loving and gentle, I savoured the moment only hoping it wasn't going to end. As she left to clean up, I was mesmerised by how soft my skin felt and her scent clung me and gave me flash backs. I heard the door go, I checked, she was gone, all her clothes scattered on the floor, only her coat missing. A mysterious woman, one that would haunt me forever - in a good way. My only clue as to who she may be was two words written on the mirror in her bright strawberry lip liner....'Night Music'.
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I was out tonight, as usual scanning the hotel bar for my next conquest, They usually come to me slowly but this evenings beauty jumped out at me from across the room, tall leggy, beautiful curves, a long dark brunette with flecks of blonde at the ends. She wore a silky black number that draped over her body and shone, peeking out from the waist was the slightest glimpse of red lace which captured my imagination for to long, long enough for her to be upon me. The faintest hints of her perfume wafted past my nose, sweet smelling and slightly erotic. She drew closer and closer until she was so close she was pressed up against me, one peck on the lips, a slight movement in my jeans pocket and then she walked away. Her kiss left the lightest remains of her strawberry lippy, in my pocket a note with one word and one number 'Suite 69'. As I approached the room, my nerves made my legs shake and my excitement kept me standing. I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened with no such action and there she was in all her beauty, no silky black number just the red lace that even my imagination couldn't have dreamt up moments earlier. She pulled me in and her perfume notes took me to a new place reminding me of hints of soft citrus fruit and purple flowers. We didn't make the bedroom the first time, as she pulled at my hair, I felt the supple softness of her skin against mine, her embrace was like a cushion, protective and comfortable. She glided around my body like it was an ice rink - she was no amateur! The red lace was soon gone and the room filled with a distinct smell, it lingered long after it finished - I lay waiting for it all to happen again. The second time was slicker than the last, more loving and gentle, I savoured the moment only hoping it wasn't going to end. As she left to clean up, I was mesmerised by how soft my skin felt and her scent clung me and gave me flash backs. I heard the door go, I checked, she was gone, all her clothes scattered on the floor, only her coat missing. A mysterious woman, one that would haunt me forever - in a good way. My only clue as to who she may be was two words written on the mirror in her bright strawberry lip liner....'Night Music'.
Oli AKA Windsor Citrus
Surrey, UK.
Surrey, UK.
