Silent Impressions...

There was nothing that prepared me for meeting you but I'm here, well almost there. It was a last minute connection and I can admit the attention that was needed before meeting did throw my schedule off but my heels were high, skin was washed and dress was tight. A long sleeve but short number that cuffed right under my perky butt with a circular cut out in the back to show off one of my other best hard worked assets. In my car smooth jazz played and the scent of the vanilla tree scent ornament filled my nostrils as exits pass on the highway. Your messages keep coming through showing signs of excitment and to be honest, neediness lots and lots of it. But playing my part wasnt new and feeling out a situation face forward helps me better to navigate; Whizing thru traffic I arrive to the 4 star hotel, not bad a man with taste thats a plus.

Sauntering up the walkway and through the lobby, the concierge nods handing me a room key, it does good to be generous to the local hotel staffing. Into the elevator and to the top floor I arrive to the penthouse suite rasping on the door lightly. Just two knocks always. The door opens to what seems to be yellow roses floating with newfound arms and legs until a head pops from behind them. Pale, feebile yet warming immediatley causing relaxation to overcome me. You never know with these things. My ears pick up on something so familiar that my tongue cant quite get yet as the skinny arms wrap around to greet. The figure lets out a voice so soft spoken i lean in to hear it "I brought you these and I hope cabarnet is okay I remembered you liked red wine."

My heart smiles and cheeks warm as the liquid slides down my throat warming yet sexualizing my brain as need be. Conversations begin and the sound in the distance is back, the next note comes in and I have to ask if it was a specific artists Jazz album, the little old man smiles and confirms while stating it was seen mentioned on my social media somewhere. Time goes by as we relate and flirt, both getting more bubbly with each sip and minute, space closes in as our comforts adjust within.

Up close I can smell the slight of licorice, a peculiar choice for a gentleman but tantilizing. Lips parted and breathing deepens as we embrace, I cant help but to let out a sigh as a hand rubs up my muscular thigh, then turn singular to meet my inner yet not penetrating the wettened entrance. Im in a trance as the dress falls to my ankles revealing my true self to this stranger, a small hand cups my matching breasts that makes me lose my breath, every motion done with intent .... slow and steay lieaving silent impressons .....