For Lesbians! ,....1

I step from the elevator onto the second floor of the Romeo hotel. The corridor is empty, beige and clean cut like something lifted straight out of a seventies ideal home magazine. I adjust the black silk scarf as I walk along towards your room, trying to make it look casual. My brand new stilettos dig into the dense pile carpet and form a curious counterpoint to my low slung combat pants and white vest. I like the way the heels make me walk.

I get to your door and listen at the wood. I can't hear anything. I slip the lock and drift inside, closing the door behind me. I can smell your perfume at once, hanging in the air like fairy dust. The room has a little entranceway, the bathroom on the right, before it opens out in to the bedroom proper. Two quiet steps bring me to the corner and I take a peek into the room.

You're standing in front of the mirror just finishing fixing your hair. I take a moment to admire the way you look in your fancy black dress. It curves with your body just right and you look amazing. I step out where you can see me. You start and spin to face me and I can't keep the smile from my face. I like the way your eyes shine. You smile too.

"I got to go out hun." You give me a little shrug that says I should have been here a half hour ago while you were still undressed. "I got to meet the girls in the bar five minutes ago."

I walk up close and pause. I breathe in your scent and I run my gaze up and down your dress. I don't hide it; I let you watch me undressing you with my eyes.

"Well, since you're already late."

"Why don't you come with me?" You step round me and put a few things into your handbag, mobile phone, room key, lip gloss. You know I won't come. You don't even look over your shoulder to see me shake my head.

"Will you be here when I get back?" You pick up the bag and turn to me. I'm just standing watching you.

"No."

You try to give me an annoyed look but I can see the smile in your eyes. I lick my lips and hook a thumb in the belt hook of my pants.

"I'm here now." I see you hesitate. The bag swings slightly in your hand. I hold your eye and wait. You put the bag down on the bed and place your hands on your hips.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

I smile, because I know. I walk up to you until we're almost touching.

"Nice hotel room." I take off the silk scarf and set it across your shoulders. "I won't make you too late. Those girls can have a drink without you first, right?"

"I suppose so..."

"I want you to stand still." I walk round behind you. "I want you to keep as still as you can."

"Ok," you don't sound quite convinced yet. But that doesn't stop me.

I take the scarf and cover over your eyes. You instinctively reach up to touch the silk with your hand but I catch your wrist before you get there. I can tell you're surprised that I caught you so quick, but I was expecting it.

"What did I tell you?"

"Keep still," you repeat my instruction. I gently move your hand back down to your side.

"So keep still." I tie the scarf off behind your head as a blindfold.

I walk round you, soft steps on the carpet. I flick my fingers towards your face and you don't flinch. I know you can't see me and I smile to myself. You look so good, so smart, and so elegant. I just want to ruffle your feathers a little. I want to mess you hair and crease your clothes. I want to smudge your lipstick.

I lean in close to your ear, close enough that my nose touches your hair. You twitch, almost imperceptibly, at the touch. I whisper in your ear.

"You just stand right there," I breathe in through my nose, taking in the smell of your hair, "I'm going to make you cum."

You look a little nervous and I can't blame you. You can't see me as I circle you like a shark. I lean in to your other ear. "But first there's a few things I need to do."

I step back and unclip the clasp of my belt. "I'm taking my belt off," I tell you. I slide it out of the belt loops and hold it taught in my hands. It's a thick black leather belt with a steel buckle shaped like the head of a steer. I take your hand and place the belt in your fingers. "Hold this for me."

I unbutton my pants and slip the zip down. I pull the zip at an angle so it makes that metallic clicking as it comes undone. "I'm taking off my pants." I tell you. And I let them slide down to the floor. They're baggy enough that I can step right clear without removing my heels.

I throw the pants on the bed and walk round you. It feels exciting to be half dressed while you can't see. The heels make be walk with a swing that makes me feel sexy.

I pull the vest up over my head and shake my hair loose. I touch the white cotton to your wrist. "I took my top off too," I tell you.

I can hear you breathing now. There's a tension in your body that makes you look so hot. I watch you. I can almost see the anticipation building in your muscles. I can feel you getting turned on.

I reach back and unhook my bra. I ping the elastic strap and throw it to the bed. I lean close, but not so close that I touch you. My bare chest is less than an inch from your dress and I can feel the gap between like greasy electricity in the air.

"I'm only wearing my little black panties and my heels," I tell you. I see you lick your lip. I listen to your breathing. I want so much to touch you or to touch myself, but I don't. My chest is tingling and my nipples peaked.

"I'm so fucking hot," I tell you. "I want to touch you," but I don't. I walk round again, circling in slow lazy arcs while I watch you. I can feel the heat building between my legs. I know you can't see me, but I want you to. I want you to look into my eyes and look at my body.

"I'm going to take my panties off," I tell you. I hook my thumbs in my panties and wiggle them down to my ankles. Then I step out of them and pick them up. They're slightly damp and I hold them close to you. "Can you smell me?" I ask you. You nod, just a little bob of the head.

I lean to your ear. "Except for my heels," I tell you, "I'm completely fucking naked."

I know your imagination is filling in the gaps. I breathe in your ear, softly. "I'm going to make you cum," I tell you again. "Do you want me to?" You nod.

"Tell me."

"I want you to." You sound slightly unsure of your voice.

"You want me to what?"

You pause, as if trying out the words in your mind first.

"I want you to make me cum."

"I will." I put a finger on your lips, "but not yet."

I walk round you again and then I carefully reach in and unzip your dress. All the way down. Your chest trembles a little. I don't touch.

I take the belt from your hand and walk behind you. Reaching over I take the dress at the shoulders and peel it off you, down over your body so that it drops to the floor. I pause a moment to look at you from behind. You seem nervous now, but excited too. Your body is glorious and I follow the curves with my eyes.

I circle to admire the view. You're wearing just your underwear, a neat little matching set, black with pink flowers. The bra soft and opaque and the panties are wide and the hip, narrow round the crotch, like tiny hot pants. You hair hangs down to rest on the top of your chest, just above the line of your bra. I want to put my fingers there. Your chest is beautiful, the skin looks so soft and brown and I want to taste it.



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