The first time I saw her, I was in the private shuttle gliding along the coastal cliffs to the resort. Leather seats creaked softly under me. Exhausted from deal-closing dinners. Two blue eyes fixed on mine from across the aisle. She wasn’t stunning in the conventional way. But magnetic. Brown hair streaked with red fire. Curves poured into a silk blouse. Tanned cleavage gleamed under diamond necklace sparks. I devoured her. Couldn’t stop.
She smiled. Tongue traced full lips. My cock hardened instantly. Pulse raced. Next stop. She rose. Hands slid down hips. Leaned close. Inches from my face. Whispered, ‘Until next time…’ Hot breath on my ear. Stepped out. Ass swaying in tight skirt.
The Privilege
Dreamstruck. That body obsessed me. Penthouse suite awaited. Stripped fast. Rain shower pounded marble. Soapy hands wandered. Hers, not mine. Over chest. Pinched nipples. Imagined her nude press. Down abs. Gripped throbbing shaft. Stroked hard. Moaned her name. Eyes flew open mid-cry. Empty steam. Alone.
Days blurred. Her soft voice echoed. Gone forever, I thought. Saturday. Resort’s elite bar-lounge for Financial Times. Scanned headlines. Door chimed. HER. Blue eyes pierced. Backed out slow.
World vanished. Invisible leash pulled. Left cash. Followed. Three paces behind. No words. No looks. No touch. Pristine white villa loomed. Key turned. Marble foyer blurred—eyes on her.
Bedroom door parted. Candles flickered Diptyque amber. Silk sheets, crimson-black, on massive bed. Ocean vista through glass walls. ‘Make yourself home. Vinyls under window console. Champagne coming.’
Shed jacket. Dropped Cat Stevens on hi-fi. Melody wrapped us. Sat bed-edge. Erotic haze stiffened me.
She glided in. Crystal flutes chilled Dom Pérignon. Bubbles burst golden. Sipped. Set down. Beckoned near.
Three steps. Her palms cupped face. Neck. Peeled shirt. Chest caressed. Abs quivered. Softer than fantasy. Kneaded ass. Unzipped trousers. Boxers yanked. Cock sprang free.
The Excess
Burned to grab. Held back. Lips ghosted mine. No kiss. Torture.
She danced. Eyes locked. Fingers through hair. Neck. Blouse buttons yielded. Bra-less. Firm tits thrust. Skirt pooled. Red lace thong hugged.
Naked perfection neared. Fingertip in champagne. Slicked nipples. Knelt over. Tongue lapped vintage fizz. Nipple grazed. She inhaled sharp.
The Excess. She shoved me flat. Straddled thighs. Tits brushed chest. Tease snapped. Flipped her. Side-laid. Eyes devoured. Lips crashed. Tongues battled. Breath ragged. Leg ground cock.
Trailed neck kisses. Sucked tits. Whimpers escaped. Navel circled. Dove lower. Pussy lips parted. Tongue plunged. Back arched. Nails raked shoulders. Legs clamped torso. Juices flooded.
Edge loomed. Fingers yanked hair up. Thrust deep. Wet heat gripped. Dual gasp. Rhythm synced. Furious. Kiss muffled cries. Climax surged. Wave drowned us. Pulsed inside.
The Discretion. Silk cooled sweat. Sipped remnants, champagne-salt on skin. Ocean whispered beyond glass. No traces. Elite code sealed it. Slipped out. Power world reclaimed. Secret ours alone.
