20 years coming

         I had found a very nice hotel for us and I checked in before he arrived. He sent me a text to let me know that he was fifteen minutes away. I put one of the room keys in a red envelope with his name on it and taped it to the door so he could let himself into the room.

         I heard the door open and a smile came across my face. I continued to get ready. I'm sure by now he had noticed my shoes and clothes on the floor leading to the bathroom. He could hear the shower but he found the door was locked. On the bathroom door was another note:

"Get comfortable, kick off your shoes, loosen that tie but don't take it off and don't get undressed.
I’ll help you take care of that.
On the nightstand is a blindfold and a bottle of wine.
Pour me a glass.

Lay back, relax and put the blindfold on - I'll be out in a few minutes."

         I finished the shower and got myself ready. I wanted to look pretty and sexy. I fixed my hair so the curls had a messy, sexy look. I sprayed just a touch of Bijan. I put on a new silk red gown. I put on just enough makeup - concentrating on my eyes since he loved my light brown eyes. I took a deep breath, gave myself one last look and then I very quietly opened the door. I peeked around the corner and I saw that he had his blindfold on like I asked.

         I turned on some music and I walked over to his side of the bed where he was sitting up against the headboard. Even with the blindfold on he looked even better now than when we dated. I took a big sip of the drink he mixed for me. I straddled him and my silk gown brushed his hands. His hands started to move up my thighs. I caught my breath and I moved his hands and put them back down to his side. No one had ever made me so sexy or let me know that it was okay to enjoy that side of myself.

         Usually he was the one in control and I liked that. But this time I wanted to show him a different side of me. Despite all the other men; despite being married – he’s the one I wanted. I moved in closer to him and he could smell my perfume. I whispered in his ear “I’ve missed you.” “Show me how much”, he said to me.

         I picked up the glass and handed it to him, "Have some." I took the glass back, took a sip and put the glass back on the nightstand. I leaned in closer to him and lightly kissed his cheek. Then I kissed his other cheek. Going back and forth and each time moving closer to his lips - until our lips finally met. At first feather light; soft and tender. Then a little more pressure; again and again - he leaned in towards me and our kiss became deeper and more passionate. We could taste the whiskey on each other’s tongues. I moved to his neck and I could hear him moan, “I need touch you.” I whisper, “No. Not yet.” I nibble and licked his ears, kissed his neck again. I could see his hands grasping the sheets - he wanted to touch me.

         I started to pull off his tie from around his neck and draped around my neck and over my shoulders. We might find a use for it later. I started to undo the buttons on his shirt – and for every button I undid he got a kiss on your chest. The more skin I see the more kisses - I kissed and licked his nipples – they were already hard. They got even harder when I touched them - my touch was almost imperceptible – and they made him shiver. The more buttons I undid the harder it was becoming for me not to rip his shirt off. I finally got to the last one. I took his hands and pulled him towards me so I can take off his shirt. I moved my hands up his chest, to his shoulders and down his arms so I can take his shirt off. I don’t know who was getting more worked up him or me. It took every bit of restraint I had to not just rip his pants off and take him. He could now feel the heat from my body and I could feel the affect it was having on him. He wanted me.

         I threw his shirt onto the floor. I moved down to unbuckle the belt. Then I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them – and his manhood couldn't wait to be released. When I saw how much he wanted me it made bite my lip so I could stay in control. I moved off of him - I finished off the drink. I went around to the end of the bed - tugged at and pulled his pants down. I crawled up on him again. I took his cock in my hands, rubbed him up and down. I licked him with my tongue - up and down - all around. I took him in my mouth - just the tip at first - sucking gently. I hadn’t done that for him as much as he would have liked when we were together. He moved his hand to my head - trying to coax to take more - I moved his hands aside. I took more and more of him - until I took all of him deep in my throat. I kept this up for a few minutes until he told me to stop. He wasn’t ready to cum yet and I wasn’t either. I couldn't wait to have him inside me, so deep inside me.

         I climbed on top of him. I leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. I sat back and took off the blindfold. It took him a second to focus but once he did, I loved the way he looked at me . He loved the gown - but yet I knew he probably thought it would look better on the floor. I lost myself in his blue eyes, smiled at him, leaned back and put the blindfold over my eyes. I made myself vulnerable to him.
The next thing I know he grabs me and flips me onto my back. I love when a man is a bit dominant and in charge. Not in a threatening way but in a way that tells me that he can't wait a second more to have me. Now it was my turn to be lovingly tortured. I felt him slide the tie out from under me and he used it to tie my wrists against a post on the brass headboard. I could see the passion in his eyes and I was filled with even more anticipation. It didn't matter that this wasn't our first time together. Yet, every time felt like it was the first time.

         Well, I hope the people in the next room weren’t counting on getting much sleep tonight.