I watch Marci walk into the luxurious bar of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. She pauses in the doorway, uncertain, before continuing into the room. All male eyes turned in her direction as she passed, their lust-filled thoughts plainly visible on the attractive young woman in the room. Ignoring their stares, she heads to the bar. Sitting down on one of the leather stools, she crosses her stocking-clad legs and orders herself a drink, turning slowly to scan the room.

As her eyes took in the other patrons, I studied her from my table, twirling my scotch in my hand. She is tall, with the killer heels she is wearing. Her dark brown hair is shoulder length with long wispy layers that brush her cheeks slightly. Her full, bright red lips are for nothing but sin. It is her eyes that got my attention. They are a doe-eyed, deep brown, their luminous quality highlighting her perfect features; her naturally long eyelashes, strong jaw, and well arched eyebrows. I feel my body tighten as I watch her cross and re-cross her legs. Her body is covered up in an expensive looking beige trench coat, judging by her long delicious shapely legs, the rest will be perfectly proportioned. She is looking around the room, as if looking for someone.

Suddenly our eyes met. Her eyes widened fractionally before resuming her interested stare. I smile to myself. Pulling my six foot four frame from my chair, I grab my scotch and walk over to the bar. Noticing the bar tender is at the other end, I lean against the bar, next to her. I tower over her in this position. Slowly, her eyes trail from my legs up over my body, stopping at my groin for a moment before reaching my face, her dark eyes questioning. Leaning down slightly, I murmur huskily.

” Hi, Marci. I take it you’re looking for me?” ” Yes I was.” She replies, reaching out her hand. My deep voice, sends a chill down her spine. God, she love my deep male voice.
As I take her hand, Marci gasps at the shock of electricity that flows from my skin to hers. Her body instantly feels faint and charged, both at the same time. Oh God, thought Marci. ” John, I didn’t know you were in New York until you called.” She said. ” I have business issues here, needing my attention. I knew I must call you to see if you wanted to get together with me.” I replied


My tall frame is encased in a perfectly fitted dark gray Armani suit, my tie removed and the top two shirt buttons undone. My sculpted face and angular jaw. My eyes, staring down at her, are a striking green that stood out from my softer features. Tonight is going to be so much more than work, she thought, feeling herself get wet at the intense look in my eyes. She knew she is going to enjoy herself, possibly more than she can imagine. ” So Marci, do you want another drink?” I ask politely, both of them knowing it is only a rhetorical question. The electricity charging between them could have set off a firecracker. ” No not at all.” ” Well what do you say we get outta here then?” With a nod, she stood up, I led the way out of the bar into the hotel lobby, ignoring the knowing looks of the other patrons.

With a hand lightly on the small of her back, I led her to the elevators quietly. The doors opened, letting another couple out. Stepping into the elevator, Marci took in the luxury. Five star all the way. Her cloth-covered body is tingling where my hand touched. I’m taller than she is and I tower over her. As the doors closed, I step closer and gently push her back against the mahogany wall. Looking into her eyes, I slowly press my body against hers, letting her feel my rock hard cock. Heart beginning to race, she slowly lifts one leg and runs the heel of her shoe up my leg, letting me get closer. Her juices are starting to flow. She is looking forward to the coming night and reconnecting with me for the tird time.

I run my hands up and down her sides before grabbing her hips and pulling her into my groin. I breathe in sharply at the feel of her perky breasts pressing against my chest. Bending my head, I press my lips against her throat, feeling her pulse racing. I run my tongue from her neck up to her ear, needing to see if she tastes as delicious as she smells. I feel her soft groan ” mmmmmm,” I smile. Oh yes, I definitely made the right decision hiring her and moving her to New York.The elevator stops, bringing them both back to the present. Guiding her to my suite, my mind is racing with possibilities. She is high class. I’m going to absolutely satisfy my lust with her again. She is going to enjoy every minute. We enter my suite, I did not take notice of the fancy surroundings. Marci steps away from me and walks towards the French doors leading to the balcony. I stood in the middle of the room, watching her. ” Did you have anything special planned?” She asks.

” No. I figured we just go with the flow?” She smiles and nodding, ignoring the goosebumps running along her arms from hearing my husky voice. I walk over to the large armchair, positioned near a daybed. I sat down and stretching my long legs out. Head resting against the back of the chair, my arms on the armrests, I look like a lord ready to be entertained by my young sex toy. Giving me a sultry smile, she slowly begins untying her belt. As each button slips its mooring, I feel my body getting more tense. Inch by inch, more is revealed. Marci’s hands grip the sides of the trench coat, and slowly pulls them apart, revealing her body. My cock immediately springs to attention as I look at her.

Fuck, she is so hot! She has nothing but lace lingerie accentuating her hourglass figure. It is red and black lace and ribbon. Her mesh balconette bra holds her pert breasts in place, with her dusky nipples just peeking over the top. The black girdle is tied at the sides by red satin ribbon and it emphasizes her small waist and hips. My fingers are itching to untie them. They are teamed with lacy suspenders from her garter belt that hold up her thigh-high sheer black stockings. Her stylish cheetah print pumps completing the classy pin up look. She is a fucking wet dream come to life. Her body is perfect like I remember. My cock is twitching in anticipation of fucking her senseless again.

Licking her lips, she walks towards me, stopping between my outstretched legs. My eyes never left her, mesmerized by her beauty. Looking into my piercing eyes, she leans over and pushes my jacket from my shoulders then begins unbuttoning my shirt. Running her small hands over my chest and down my flat stomach, she pulls the shirt from my pants and took them off. I draw in a sharp breath at her touch, my cock harder then a rock in seconds. Her eyes widen at the sight of my monster cock in front of her. ” Like what you see?” I smirk. ” Mmm. I liked your package the first time.” She replies, before leaning forward and licking my hairy nipple. I hiss in pleasure. Her fingertips trace their way from my broad shoulders, down over my chest, circling my nipples and lightly touching my stomach. My skin quivers under her touch.

When she palms my hard thick cock, I grab her shoulders and pull her down to me. I lift my head to capture her full lips with mine, she turns her head and I end up kissing her jaw. ” No kissing,” she rebukes me. ” Why not?” ” No kissing,” she repeats firmly. ” You can kiss and touch and do anything else, not my mouth, got it?” I nod my agreement. ” Anything, then?” ” Anything.” Sitting nude, Marci kneels down, running her hands up and down my hairy legs, enjoying the feel of my coarse hair. Her hands moving to the inside of my legs, caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. ” Oh! You are a big boy, John?” she teases.