Prologue Pt. 3

Dinner with her was amazing. As you two chatted with each other, you began to feel less like a stuttering, virginal boy and more like a confident adult, with a cute ass to boot. She managed to put you completely at ease and you surprised yourself by telling her some very personal details about yourself; details that would have taken you years of trust to tell anyone else. Towards the end of the night, you were more enthralled by her brains and personality than by her body. And it seemed to you that she began to see you as more than just a fun date for the night. It turned out that Karen was an in-house lawyer for a software firm. She had actually been on holiday in England and was about to head back when she heard about the conference. Grabbing the chance to extend her vacation, she managed to wheedle her boss into letting her stay and attend, all on the company dime. She wasn't interested in the talks, but attended the first day to justify her expense account.

Walking back to the hotel, your arm around her waist, her body pressed tightly next to yours, her face resting gently on your shoulder, the air around you felt electric - not the sexually charged tension of an upcoming fuck but the subliminal calm of two people completely in sync, with the rest of the world left behind.

As you neared the hotel, you became more aware of her body pressing into yours. You ran your hand a little lower, letting it stay just above the curve of her ass. You could feel her firm muscles flex under your fingers as she walked, and began to feel yourself stiffen at the thought of undressing her. You glanced down, her pose letting you look under her shirt. It was buttoned up high, giving you the barest hint of cleavage, but there was no mistaking the sexiness of her full breasts. You began to imagine cupping them as your cock starts to harden further, straining against your briefs and pants. Suddenly she looked up, and catching your eyes, gave you her "Gotcha!" look again. This time you smiled back, no longer ashamed of looking at her sexy body.

The two of you stopped in front of her room. Karen sighed and looked at you, her eyes serious.

"Mark, I know you want to fuck me. And trust me, I'm very tempted to invite you in, but..."

"But?"

"...I know I was pretty forward in approaching you today, but that's partly because I knew you'd never approach me after what happened earlier. But I don't usually have sex on the first date and I don't do one night stands. I want this to be more than just a sexy hook-up, especially after the time we had tonight."

It was hard to hide the disappointment in your face, but you understood perfectly. "I know what you mean. I want you to be more than just a sexy holiday memory or a possible booty call back home. Because I definitely want to see you again back in New York."

"Glad you understand." She smiled warmly and kissed your lips, pressing up against you, her breasts pushing into your chest. As she kisses you, you feel her grind gently against your hard on. There was no way she didn't feel your erection. After a few minutes she broke off from you and opened her door.

"I could feel the disappointment in little Mark," she said, glancing at your throbbing crotch. Her mischievous look was back. She quickly bends and runs her fingers gently over your pants, right over your stiff cock. "Is he still disappointed now?"

The effect was electric. Your cock becomes rock hard, painfully so, constrained in place by your pants. You're actually amazed that you didn't cum at once.

She stood back upright; her eyes boring into you, oozing lust. "Look only," she commands. "No touching me... or yourself." Then she took off her blazer and slowly unbuttoned the shirt underneath. She was wearing a black bra but it was so sheer that you can see her pink nipples quite clearly, especially since they were very stiff and straining against the thin fabric. You could just imagine how hard they would feel in your mouth and how loudly she would moan if you got to suck and nibble at them. Her breasts were fabulous, much better than what the shirt hinted at. The view was almost too much for you, and you felt your orgasm beginning to build up at the base of your cock as your balls starting to ache dully for release.

Still looking at you, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Her panties were just as sheer as her bra and you get a good view of her cute pussy, helped generously by the fabric sticking to and outlining every fold. A second later you got a whiff of her juices and it almost sent you over the edge. She was very turned on and, if the panties were any indication, very wet. Aside from that her pussy was clean shaved, diverting all your attention to her pink lips and her glistening slit.

"Enjoy the view," she said, breaking into your thoughts. "Because I want little Mark to think about me all night long." The last bit comes out in a whisper. "I know I'll be thinking of him."