The Whispering

 

She was nervous - for a few weeks she had been emailing someone that she had never met and now here she was - going to meet a stranger in his hotel room. 

She could feel the blood pounding as her heart raced - anticipation? aprehensive? scared?  It was not just one emotion it was all of them.  It started as game of flirting and now here she was standing outside his door, preparing to enter do whatever it is he wanted of her.  She rememberd that she lost the bet over some thing they were talking about and she was to be his sex slave for the nigh!  She was not sure what she would have done if she won the bet - but maybe her turn would come later.

The door was ajar - the room dark.  She glanced around the hotel hall to make sure no one was watching and then put on the blindfold as she was instructed.  She entered and closed the door behind her.  Even through blindfolded she knew the room was pitch dark.  She heard a whisper "Walk forward three step and stop"   Her mind was racing - thought of quickly turning around and running out the door - but she didn't.  The whisper continued "hand me your coat and purse and stand silent and still"  She complied.   Although she could not see him she could sense him, his cologne, his very being. 

The whispering - "I am glad you decided to come"  He was behind her, breathing on her neck, she felt goose pimples as he brushed his lips against her neck.  He moved in front of her and she heard him move a chair and could tell he sat down.  Without another word he placed his hand on her knees and began to slowly stroke her thighs under her dress - She quivered as she felt his hand get closer to her pussy.  He kept stroking her legs - then another whisper - "take off your blouse"   She did along with her bra.  She felt her nipples getting hard as his tonge teased them, his hand still stroking her legs, brushing aginst her now wet panties...................................