The Goodly Life...

Her anticipation grew with every hour that passed. She had imagined this night for so long, the fact that the day had finally arrived seemed almost too good to be true. The day that he, her Sir was unaware that a fantasy of his was about to become a reality. The day where when he open the door to let her in he would see her; see her draped in her black trench coat standing tall in her black Tom Ford padlock heels he loved to see her strut in.

The text came through her phone, “Leaving the office and headed to my hotel. If you leave now you’ll get there as I’m getting out of the shower. There’s a key for you at the front desk waiting on you, in case I’m still getting dressed for dinner. Once you come up and drop your bag off we’ll head to dinner, our reservation is at 8:30.”

Little did he know though that she had no plans on them making their dinner reservation. The only meal that she desired was his body, and the only dessert that she wanted him to enjoy was the sweet treat between her thighs. As he walked into the door of his hotel room how could he have imagined what would be awaiting him when he opened the door just 30 minutes later.

From her time dating him she had grown to be a more meticulous planner, something that had rubbed off from him. He was always so prepared for her, and had everything planned for every date that they had ever been on that she was excited and proud of herself to be so thoughtful in her planning for this night… And she was secretly a little happy to mess up his plans, because she knew he’d be jokingly annoyed that she altered their agenda for the night. Removing her trench coat to present her body in the black lace lingerie set she had bought specially for him would make all that go away though.

“I’m pulling up”, she texted him.

“Ok, great. I am just getting out of the shower. Grab your key from the font desk and come on up.”, he responded.

“Yes sir.”

As she walked into the hotel and to the front desk she could feel her heart start to race. She felt like everyone was looking at her and that everyone knew that she clothed in nothing but lingerie under her coat. Each step to the elevator felt like a mile. “Wait. Have I taken a breath? Which foot goes next? Left? Right? Girl, calm the fuck down! You’re a bad bitch and this man has no clue what he’s about to experience.”

“32nd floor.” The familiar voice of an elevator snapped her into the moment. She exited the elevator, and began her way to his room. Now, each step from the elevator felt like a boost of confidence and sexiness. So by the time she arrived at the door to his room she was standing taller and feeling like the sexy woman he always told her that she is.

*knock knock*

“Who the hell is that?” he said aloud. He hurried to put his jeans and on and made his way to the door to see who was knocking at the door. Cracking the door open, he saw her. “Girl, didn’t you get the key from the front desk?”

She was confused, did he not see what she was wearing. She knew one of his biggest fantasies was for a woman to arrive at his hotel room in a trench coat with lingerie hidden away underneath it. “Get out of your head”, she said to herself in her head and “Open the door sir, so I can come in.” she requested of him. He opened the door and quickly turned to make his way back to the bathroom where he was getting ready. She knew that when his mind was preoccupied with something that he would get hyper focused, and since he was getting ready for them to head to dinner she knew that’s where his mind was. He was hurrying to finish getting dressed so they wouldn’t be late for dinner.

She took a deep breath and made her way into the doorway of the bathroom, leaning herself against the frame of the door.

“Hello Mr.”, she said softly. With her eyes locked on muscle-toned back.

*he turned around from the bathroom mirror and saw*

“Hel… Hello… WOW! Look at… Look at you”, he said as he stumbled over his words. He couldn’t believe this was real. He couldn’t believe that she was standing there in front in, draped in a black trench coat that was untied and hanging open showcasing a set of black lace lingerie. Was this really happening? Was a fantasy that he thought would never occur actually happening?

*he slowly walked towards her, never taking her eyes off of her*

She could sense her body starting to tingle and feel a warm rush of sensations flow through her. She knew what was about to happen next, she knew that the first thing that he would do is slowly pass his right hand around her waist to her back and pull her close to him to kiss her. And that is exactly what he did. He pulled her close to him with his right hand, so she could feel his body against hers since he had yet to put a shirt on and with his left hand he raised her chin up to kiss her.

“You are such a good girl. Look at you. You look amazing! You make me feel so very special. I am a very lucky man.”, he said to her. Showering her with praises and affirmations as he looked over her body at arms length while holding her waist with both hands. He was inspecting his treat for the night, “So I should cancel that dinner reservation huh?”

“Yes sir.”, she said as she giggled. Her plan had worked, and she was pleased.

*as he went to grab his phone to call the restaurant she made her way to the bed, sitting on the edge and spreading her legs open*

“Hi, yes I am going to have to cancel our dinner reservation. Sorry, something came up…”

He forgot how to speak in that moment, because as he turned to look towards her he locked eyes with her. And as he locked eyes with her he became fixated at what her hands were doing at the moment. Her right hands was down between her thighs, her pinky and ring ringer holding her panties just far enough to the side so she could touch her pussy. Her left hand motioning for him to come to her, which he did.

The trench coat was now on the floor, and the only thing covering her body was the black lace lingerie that she had chosen for this moment.

The lace bralette that she had selected covered just the underside of her breasts, letting her nipples peak through as if they were welcoming the thought of being kissed and licked. She felt sexiest in her thigh-high stockings which is why she had chosen to wear a new set of those that were clipped onto a lace suspender belt that matched her bra and panties. She felt the power of every erotic book she had read, every Hollywood movie she had watched, and every lingerie model she had seen walk down a runway.

As he picked up and hung up her coat he could see her body tensing up. He could sense her breathing was beginning to become shallower and more intense. The anticipation from the day that she had been feeling leading up to arriving at his hotel room door was showcasing itself in this moment, just as the anticipation that he had held for years hoping this moment would come with a woman was pulsing through his body. Each step felt like a flight of stairs, each breath felt like a task to complete.

Arriving at her feet he slowly knelt down in front of her, “I’ve got it from here baby girl.”

She removed her hand, leaned back, and closed her eyes… The next sensation that she felt was his tongue slowly sliding between the lips of her labia. In that moment all the tension and anticipation left her body, and she disappeared into the pleasure of the moment.

She was his dessert, just as she had hoped for… And she had fulfilled his fantasy, arriving at his hotel room with lingerie hidden under her trench coat.

Passion

A midnight snack

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