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By *oozle OP Man
4 weeks ago
high wycombe |
… The car door opened, the sun slowly sinking into the distance… the hotel, lined with glistening white marble columns, red terracotta tiles lining the entrance way.
He takes a little longer to exit the vehicle.. appearing to readjust himself as he stands, he takes hold of your hand … walks you through the glass and golden doors.
Inside the foyer… upmarket furniture, cerise carpets, a luxurious scent reminding you of the Amalfi coast… citrus and sun.
You both walk to the reception, his hand clenched to yours.. receptionist enquires as to your booking, details given… goes to fetch the key…. He stands behind you, arms around your waist, leans in to kiss your neck… your hand, resting on his crotch, feeling him harden under your touch…
‘Room 124 madam’, key in hand… he follows behind, hand covering what you had given him a moment ago….
You press the lift to go up…. Slowly the sound of the cables unwinding … a ping as the doors open, you both step inside… doors close, no one around… he pushes the floor number, lift rises…. Your against the lift wall, his body against yours… his hand below your skirt, feeling its way up your thighs… lips against yours, tongues entwined…..
The lift stops, you feel flushed, the doors start to open ……
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