Sex with a Gentleman

I was watching her from across the restaurant. She was beautiful. The way she flipped her auburn hair when she laughed. Her bright red lipstick perfectly applied to her full heart shaped lips. I am guessing her eyes are blue, they look like they should be blue anyway. She had stood and walked to the ladies room, gliding across the floor like an angel. Her long black gown flirting around her ankles, just short enough to reveal her delicate stilettos. I smiled to myself as I watched her make it seem so effortless to walk in them; she was a natural. Her long legs, mmmm... I need to stop.

I won’t remark on her bodice and the apple shape of her backside because that would be ungentlemanly. I wouldn’t want to disrespect her like that.

I sat at the corner of the mahogany bar of the Peabody Hotel in Chicago letting my eyes drift over the patrons who were enjoying their dinner. Each white linen tablecloth hosted a marvelous display of food. I will confess, my eyes went right back to her. Taking another sip of my martini I motioned for the bartender to pour me another; two was my limit.

Turning back to the view I was startled to see my mystery woman walking straight towards me. Straightening my suit jacket while I watched her every move, she held my gaze. I caught the kitty cat smirk that turned up the corner of her mouth.

“My, she might be a saucy one,” I thought to myself as I watched her pass me by. And just like that, she was gone.

Sighing to myself I sat at the bar finishing my first martini and reaching for the fresh one that I had ordered. Plucking out the toothpick that held the two olives I checked my reflection in the mirror. “I think I look pretty good, too bad she didn’t.” I thought to myself. Running my hand through my thick black hair I choked down the martini in one large gulp and signaled to the bartender for the tab. I had an early morning and it was a quarter until nine, might as well call it a night.

Finishing my business I gathered myself up and walked through the dining area to the main lobby on my way to the elevators.

“Hello.” A voice as smooth as satin filled my ears.

Turning I saw her, she was leaning against a pillar. I like to think she was waiting for me.

“I’m Veronica,” she said, while extending her hand to me.

“You are stunning,” I said, mesmerized by the beauty that is talked about in storybooks. I thought I caught her blush a little.

“Mark, my name is Mark.” Introducing myself, I took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the top of it. “Care for a nightcap?” I asked.

“Love one,” she said, holding my gaze.

Taking her arm I turned to go back to the bar, quickly realizing she was going to the elevators. We both stopped for a moment, looking into one another’s eyes. I turned and walked with her to the elevators and let her press the buttons.

Swinging open her hotel room door we were already in throws. Her perfume was intoxicating. Pulling off one another’s clothes we were in a frenzy. Her soft, white milky skin glowed in the moonlight that crept in from the long drapes that haphazardly covered the window. Revealing her luscious round breasts as they sprung free from her black lace bra that now laid on the floor. Straddling me, her long curled hair fell about her face, tickling my neck as it brushed on my skin. My hands ran up and down her body, her legs longer than I imagined. Her breasts full in my hands. Massaging her delicate nipples, making them harden. I could hear her breath quicken with excitement.

How did I get so incredibly lucky? I thought to myself.

Then I felt her ease down on me, I was entering her. Feeling her moist warmth, her velvety flesh surrounds me, swallowing up my cock. Riding me, she moaned with pleasure. Looking up at her, watching her in the moonlight as she relished in our sexual pleasure. The light reflecting off of her face, feeling her on me, stroking me. I knew it would never last long enough. I tried, I tried to wait. After several minutes I couldn’t. Moaning loudly, I came inside her. Leaning up I wrapped my arms around her slender body and hugged her tightly. Appreciating everything about her. Not wanting to let go.

The truth was I had been so lonely; by myself for the last few years. She had been the first lady I had been with in a very long time. Still hanging onto her, I looked up into her eyes. Yes, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to glow with the moon.

“I would like to stay with you,” I said.

Smiling she accepted and we laid in one another’s arms for the rest of the night. Making love again, before falling asleep.

The next morning I woke and she was gone, a note laid on my pants.