A heady cocktail of adrenaline, lust and animalist desire , a short story by PoppySpire. Date added: 2010-04-26. Times viewed: 4133.

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Intro: To be intimate with a man of his refinement was a thrill but to dominate him, command him - set her on fire!!! (M/F, D/s, Bond, Humil, anal, Oral, SoloF, FemDom, rimming)

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Rose let herself into the luxury hotel suite with a key that had been discreetly left at reception. A tall suited businessman was relaxing on the bed reading the Financial Times. He had been waiting for her for some time and was happy to do so as he longed for the excitement she gave him. 

His job involved being responsible for billions of pounds in the city. After many years of excessive, stressful, long hours, he was jaded and mentally drained. People relied on him and expected so much. He always had to be confident, taking the lead, wise but it was all an act. A well practised bluff that got him through those weary, dull days where he could feel so personally lost. Rose was his refuge in life. She was the only one who didn’t need the polished, professional facade. He could let go with her, truly relax and find himself again. The release she offered was exquisite in so many ways. 

With eager anticipation, his heart leapt into his mouth when he heard the click of the door open. Their eyes met and instantly he felt bashful and giddy in her presence, releasing the geeky adolescent that still lived within him. At the same instance his penis began to harden with eager anticipation. Rose stood tall, head high and her soft black dress clung to her feminine curves and pert breasts. In every respect she had worked hard for what she had achieved. She could also afford a suite in a Park Lane hotel and designer clothes. As the eldest of three and now managing a department of over 60 staff, creating a plan and instructing others was second nature to her.

With a cool air of control, she walked over to the bed where he was reclining. He took her hand and kissed the palm softly then rubbed the back of it all over his face. Oh how he wanted her, needed her, ached for her! ‘I’ve missed you’ he whispered. 

Rose took her hand away and with great composure barked ‘You, naked, now! Then sit on this sofa’ she said pointing to a small, soft two seater. He willingly did as he was told, dropping his clothes all over the floor.

Out of her bag she took 4 leather straps and her heart started to pound. To be intimate with a man of his refinement was a thrill but to dominate him, command him - set her on fire! Her pussy began to drip at the pleasures before her and a small trickle ran down the inside of one leg. ‘I want you restrained today’ she said, snapping two together so that they made a loud crack.

She bent down, ass high in the air to clearly display her body to him and roughly spread his legs apart. Next she tied each ankle to the front two legs of the sofa. ‘Mmm now I have SOME control over you’ she said ‘but I’m not done’. She walked round the back of him, took both arms from behind, over the cushions of the low backrest and tied each wrist to the two remaining legs of the chair. Rose walked round to face the man and spoke coldly ‘if you want my mercy you will need to beg, but I warn you, I’m not in a lenient mood and I’m going to use you as my fuck toy! As I need your mouth, I will leave it un-gagged’. 

She wanted him to lust for HER, and to be sexually fulfilled in a way that he had never been before. She decided to begin by titillating him first but she suddenly felt overwhelmingly self conscious. Rose knew she was not a retouched supermodel with silicon breasts but yet she was real flesh and blood, and she hoped that was her charm. She glanced at his cock. It was rock hard and high in the air, so a pleasing result already she concluded. When she also remembered that she was wearing expensive lingerie so took a deep breath and with a great deal of courage she posed in front of him, holding the hem of her skirt loosely in her hands. ‘So do you want to see what I have for you under here?’ she asked seductively. ‘Yes please!!’ he replied with the eager enthusiasm of a spotty youth. She moved forward and lifted it high enough to reveal her stocking tops. His eyes were transfixed on the sexual being before him. He noticed, by looking over her shoulder he had a perfect view of her from behind in the mirror. He was able to stare at every inch of her body but the straps made it impossible for him to touch. At the top of one thigh, just above the lace, he could see a small dimple and he melted at the thought of licking it. 

‘I’m so warm in this dress, it will just have to come off’ she said pulling it upwards, disturbing her hair slightly which then fell back softly round her face. It landed with a rustle at her feet so she kicked it aside and stepped forward so she was just inches away from him. ‘Oh look, can you see the damp patch on my panties?’ she said in a hot breathy voice, looking directly at him. The cream satin had become almost transparent with pre-cum and it clung to the outline of her lower lips. He considered if he strained his neck forwards, he could almost put his nose on it. ‘Yes, yes, you are indeed moist Mistress’ he said in a small, shy voice. ‘Let me take them off for you’ she replied and slipped a finger in the elastic waistband and with two little wiggles they were down. In front of his face was a totally hairless, sweetly scented pussy looking completely innocent, yet he knew it had such skill and could command every inch of his own body. 

She lingered a little so that he could dwell in the moment, then bent forward to fill he gaze with her bra clad cleavage. ‘My body was built for sex’ she boasted as she put her hands behind her back to release the clips. As she exposed her full, round, naked breasts he stared at them like a schoolboy in a porn shop. One more step forward and she briefly pressed her soft, warm body against his, brushing a nipple across his mouth but then it was gone. He was totally tortured with desire for her and his cock dribbled.

Finally she stood before him, in nothing more than her stockings, suspenders and high heels. It really was a tantalising display but that wasn’t all. Rose wanted him to suffer and beg for her right down to his soul. Only she would determine when he would receive pleasure and to master such a successful man was exhilarating.

With her eyes fixed on him she continued on her quest. She sat on the floor, legs open so that he could see deep inside her, all glistening, pink and wet. He was helpless and stared with his mouth open at the image before him. Her fingers started to play with her pulsating, dripping genitals and she licked her lips at the pleasure. She stroked it gently at first and maintained their eye contact but as she increased both the speed and the pressure on her clit, she began to gasp and pant. Her scent hit the air, her legs started to shake and she quickly reached orgasm and moaned with delight. Oh to titillate this man must be one of the joys of life she considered. 

Then his mind flashed, was this just an elaborate tease and this was ALL he would get? If it was, he pondered, it would still rank as one of the most pleasurable afternoons he’s had in a long time. So he resigned himself to take whatever was on offer. After all, for once he was in no position to make fruitful demands. 

Rose climbed onto the sofa placing one foot either side of him on the seat and rammed her dripping, hairless, pussy onto his face in a highly dominant fashion. His nose briefly parted her lower lips and she quivered at the sensation. Rose was highly skilled when it came to matters of sexual pleasure. She wanted to push herself onto him, helpless as he was, to exert her power over him and to linger in that moment of satisfaction. But then she adjusted her posture and just inched herself back very slightly so that his neck and head could move freely and he could execute his task with skill.

He paused momentarily to stare at the delicious warm flesh before him, then he took a deep breath and began by gently blowing warm air into her cavity to stimulate her nerve endings subtly. With immense prowess he began to French kiss her genitals with such relish. He used his wet mouth to carefully caress firstly her outer lips and then her inner ones. His nose pushed ahead to open her up fully and Rose cooed with delight. He continued by dipping his tongue into and out of her sodden vaginal opening scooping up some of the juice along the journey which he savoured. He continued licking in, out and around each fold of skin so every inch of her vulva was fully explored. Softly using his wet lips to caress her with a gentle sucking action, his warm tongue moved slowly, enhancing every single sensation. He continued to find every nook and cranny she possessed then with an open mouth and a long flat tongue pushed back the clitoral hood to the pearl behind nibbling on it oh so softly.

In the outside world you could be forgiven for assuming that this sharply dressed businessman cared only for making money but you would be wrong. His job was a constant source of impossible deadlines and unreasonable demands with little appreciation from anyone. What he craved in between those high drama events was to lick pussy. In a futile attempt to gain some relief from his stressful working life, he was in the habit of taking a deep sniff as every woman entered his office. It was in the vain hope of getting a taste of her natural erotic aroma, but it was always useless and he often felt unfulfilled. The situation before him seemed to be heaven sent. To be controlled, even pushed around both mentally and physically, by this lovely sexually commanding, self-assured woman was immensely satisfying. 

He felt the chemistry between himself and Rose was palpable. He also figured that the restraints relinquished him from any responsibility for the situation and he could completely let go and indulge during their time together. 

With his entire face buried between her legs she let his teeth softly play with her most tender area, trusting is judgment and having a deep regard for his extraordinary ability. She reached back and held his stiff cock like a rudder for balance. By now his bloodstream was a heady cocktail of adrenaline, lust and animalist desire and his dick throbbed with such force. He couldn’t believe the power she exerted over him, something no one had ever accomplished before. ‘Oh have me!’, she demanded as she grabbed his head and dug her highly polished nails into his scalp. His tongue continued to feverishly lapped up her nectar, devouring every morsel. For Rose her most basic urges were being fulfilled as she bucked with the intensity of the sexual pleasure and easily reached a second shuddering climax against his face with a joyful scream. 

Finally she lowered herself onto his lap. The tip of his cock brushed and parted her lips. He yearned to be inside her and he saw she was wet and wanted him but all she did was tease; stimulating herself at his expense. ‘Oh fuck me please!’ he cried. 

She lingered just a little longer as his pre cum dribbled then lowered herself down onto his hard shaft. Her juices began to flow again and quenched his red aching balls. With herself comfortably impaled on him she leaned back over the sofa and released just his right wrist. With only 3 limbs tied the straps were now nothing more than symbolic and he realised that will a little effort he could free himself yet this position was exciting for them both. From here Rose could set the pace, working his cock deep, hard and fast, in the way her pussy longed to be fucked. His balls throbbed hard with cum. He was desperate, longing to release and spurt his creamy load deep inside her. But as he started to tense, she stopped and with drew. ‘JESUS, I need this!’ he cried but she ignored him.

She turned round, with her back to him, so that her silky white smooth ass could be seen. He had no choice but to gaze at her tight brown sphincter and drool with glee at the quivering site before him. ‘Blow on it!’ she commanded and it began to relax and open up before his very eyes. She reached back, dipped 2 fingers in her sodden pussy first for lubrication then pistoned them inside her own butt. He wailed with frustration as every fibre of his anatomy craved to be inside that deep brown canal. 

Her anus was calling to him and he was consumed with longing. The veins on his penis were thick, blue cords of pumping blood that were ready to engorge his cock. Finally she lowered herself onto his raging dick and her tight anal muscles held him in a vice like grip. She moved slowly and carefully up and down and the motion was exquisite for them both. 

Pinned to the sofa his breath began to deepen and his body tensed again. He began to lose all rational thought and his primitive instincts took over with each repetitive stroke. His heart began to pound; time stood still and every emotion was lost to hedonistic pleasures. Like never before, the entire world seemed contained in the nerve endings of his cock head. Rose began to spasm then suddenly they both strongly climax together uncontrollably as he ejaculated gallons of hot white cum deep into her ass and a wave of euphoria swept through them both. 

She let the twitching subside and as his cock was withdrawn a few drips of cum leak down her buttocks and thighs. She raised her butt to his face and ordered him to clean her. ‘Use your tongue deep into my ass hole’ she demanded. There was so much cum that it flowed quickly out and he swallowed it greedily. He leaned back with a smug, contented, peaceful smile on his face. 

Rose stretched over him and released his left arm from the straps and he grabbed her softly by the waist so that he could pull her onto his lap. He confidently kissed her fully on the lips, his wet, open mouth over hers and she tingled with pleasure. When he finally came up for air, he put his cheek against hers and squeezed her tightly. ‘Thank you’ he said in hushed tones and they both started to giggle. ‘I’m covered in cum and lick, so let’s shower’ she said, releasing his ankles, taking his hand and pulling him off the sofa towards the bathroom. They were both in such a light headed, happy mood as the hot water flowed over them and they took it in turns to lather each other up, he massaging his soapy hands into her breasts. Finally, he pressed her against the shower wall, leaning his naked body against hers. Their noses touched, then he gave her a deep, long, lustful kiss. Hot water ran over them both as his tongue flicked around her mouth, probing and exploring. This time Rose was momentarily helpless and she flushed with passion again. Eventually he paused and with their bodies entwined she looked deeply into his eyes. He was indeed a fully grown, middle aged man but she could feel the teenage boy deep inside him that was so lost in his current life. She promised herself that she would not get overly involved but she yearned to spend the rest of the day with him just laughing and being happy together.

She took a deep breath and said ‘When you become vulnerable and expose yourself emotionally, and you are not judged or rejected, you can bond very strongly with that person. We are in danger of that I think. Is this something you can deal with?’ She looked at him intently as they stood together with their whole bodies touching. He put his arm round her waist and squeezed her so tightly that she almost lost her balance with his strength. ‘All I know Rose is that you awaken my senses and make me feel so alive. I cherish everything you give to me and I will remember this day for a very long time’. 

There was a moments silence, then changing the mood Rose slapped his butt. They probed and played just a little longer before dressing again. ‘I have a meeting at 4’ Rose finally said ‘so I need to go and get a taxi’. ‘Yes, yes, sadly my working day has several more hours in it yet’ replied the businessman. They both walked to the door of the suite and suddenly he became overcome with shyness, so his fixed his eyes on the floor, hands in his pockets he added softly ‘come and see me in London again, soon, please...?’ ‘Oh I’m sure my people can talk to your people and we can find a mutually convenient date next month’ she said in teasing, patronising tones. And then with a broad smile she left.

As the door clicked closed, he heard his Blackberry beeping so he picked it up. First an e-mail from his boss demanding a meeting at 8am tomorrow to discuss his latest office crisis. Next a text from his wife complaining their current account was overdrawn again and what the hell did he plan to do about it because the school fees were overdue! Finally one from his son which read ‘Sorry Dad, kitchen window needs new glass. I broke it while playing with a ball’. Before launching back into everyday life, he paused to think about Rose. Maybe in another life he could spend more time with her. Maybe he should find the courage to ask her to stay overnight in some distant location. Maybe, just maybe she liked the real him, rather than the person he pretended to be. 

With that promising thought, he sat back and thought about lovely Rose and a big contented, boyish grin grew across his face.

Rose let herself into the luxury hotel suite with a key that had been discreetly left at reception. A tall suited businessman was relaxing on the bed reading the Financial Times. He had been waiting for her for some time and was happy to do so as he longed for the excitement she gave him. 

His job involved being responsible for billions of pounds in the city. After many years of excessive, stressful, long hours, he was jaded and mentally drained. People relied on him and expected so much. He always had to be confident, taking the lead, wise but it was all an act. A well practised bluff that got him through those weary, dull days where he could feel so personally lost. Rose was his refuge in life. She was the only one who didn’t need the polished, professional facade. He could let go with her, truly relax and find himself again. The release she offered was exquisite in so many ways. 

With eager anticipation, his heart leapt into his mouth when he heard the click of the door open. Their eyes met and instantly he felt bashful and giddy in her presence, releasing the geeky adolescent that still lived within him. At the same instance his penis began to harden with eager anticipation. Rose stood tall, head high and her soft black dress clung to her feminine curves and pert breasts. In every respect she had worked hard for what she had achieved. She could also afford a suite in a Park Lane hotel and designer clothes. As the eldest of three and now managing a department of over 60 staff, creating a plan and instructing others was second nature to her.

With a cool air of control, she walked over to the bed where he was reclining. He took her hand and kissed the palm softly then rubbed the back of it all over his face. Oh how he wanted her, needed her, ached for her! ‘I’ve missed you’ he whispered. 

Rose took her hand away and with great composure barked ‘You, naked, now! Then sit on this sofa’ she said pointing to a small, soft two seater. He willingly did as he was told, dropping his clothes all over the floor.

Out of her bag she took 4 leather straps and her heart started to pound. To be intimate with a man of his refinement was a thrill but to dominate him, command him - set her on fire! Her pussy began to drip at the pleasures before her and a small trickle ran down the inside of one leg. ‘I want you restrained today’ she said, snapping two together so that they made a loud crack.

She bent down, ass high in the air to clearly display her body to him and roughly spread his legs apart. Next she tied each ankle to the front two legs of the sofa. ‘Mmm now I have SOME control over you’ she said ‘but I’m not done’. She walked round the back of him, took both arms from behind, over the cushions of the low backrest and tied each wrist to the two remaining legs of the chair. Rose walked round to face the man and spoke coldly ‘if you want my mercy you will need to beg, but I warn you, I’m not in a lenient mood and I’m going to use you as my fuck toy! As I need your mouth, I will leave it un-gagged’. 

She wanted him to lust for HER, and to be sexually fulfilled in a way that he had never been before. She decided to begin by titillating him first but she suddenly felt overwhelmingly self conscious. Rose knew she was not a retouched supermodel with silicon breasts but yet she was real flesh and blood, and she hoped that was her charm. She glanced at his cock. It was rock hard and high in the air, so a pleasing result already she concluded. When she also remembered that she was wearing expensive lingerie so took a deep breath and with a great deal of courage she posed in front of him, holding the hem of her skirt loosely in her hands. ‘So do you want to see what I have for you under here?’ she asked seductively. ‘Yes please!!’ he replied with the eager enthusiasm of a spotty youth. She moved forward and lifted it high enough to reveal her stocking tops. His eyes were transfixed on the sexual being before him. He noticed, by looking over her shoulder he had a perfect view of her from behind in the mirror. He was able to stare at every inch of her body but the straps made it impossible for him to touch. At the top of one thigh, just above the lace, he could see a small dimple and he melted at the thought of licking it. 

‘I’m so warm in this dress, it will just have to come off’ she said pulling it upwards, disturbing her hair slightly which then fell back softly round her face. It landed with a rustle at her feet so she kicked it aside and stepped forward so she was just inches away from him. ‘Oh look, can you see the damp patch on my panties?’ she said in a hot breathy voice, looking directly at him. The cream satin had become almost transparent with pre-cum and it clung to the outline of her lower lips. He considered if he strained his neck forwards, he could almost put his nose on it. ‘Yes, yes, you are indeed moist Mistress’ he said in a small, shy voice. ‘Let me take them off for you’ she replied and slipped a finger in the elastic waistband and with two little wiggles they were down. In front of his face was a totally hairless, sweetly scented pussy looking completely innocent, yet he knew it had such skill and could command every inch of his own body. 

She lingered a little so that he could dwell in the moment, then bent forward to fill he gaze with her bra clad cleavage. ‘My body was built for sex’ she boasted as she put her hands behind her back to release the clips. As she exposed her full, round, naked breasts he stared at them like a schoolboy in a porn shop. One more step forward and she briefly pressed her soft, warm body against his, brushing a nipple across his mouth but then it was gone. He was totally tortured with desire for her and his cock dribbled.

Finally she stood before him, in nothing more than her stockings, suspenders and high heels. It really was a tantalising display but that wasn’t all. Rose wanted him to suffer and beg for her right down to his soul. Only she would determine when he would receive pleasure and to master such a successful man was exhilarating.

With her eyes fixed on him she continued on her quest. She sat on the floor, legs open so that he could see deep inside her, all glistening, pink and wet. He was helpless and stared with his mouth open at the image before him. Her fingers started to play with her pulsating, dripping genitals and she licked her lips at the pleasure. She stroked it gently at first and maintained their eye contact but as she increased both the speed and the pressure on her clit, she began to gasp and pant. Her scent hit the air, her legs started to shake and she quickly reached orgasm and moaned with delight. Oh to titillate this man must be one of the joys of life she considered. 

Then his mind flashed, was this just an elaborate tease and this was ALL he would get? If it was, he pondered, it would still rank as one of the most pleasurable afternoons he’s had in a long time. So he resigned himself to take whatever was on offer. After all, for once he was in no position to make fruitful demands. 

Rose climbed onto the sofa placing one foot either side of him on the seat and rammed her dripping, hairless, pussy onto his face in a highly dominant fashion. His nose briefly parted her lower lips and she quivered at the sensation. Rose was highly skilled when it came to matters of sexual pleasure. She wanted to push herself onto him, helpless as he was, to exert her power over him and to linger in that moment of satisfaction. But then she adjusted her posture and just inched herself back very slightly so that his neck and head could move freely and he could execute his task with skill.

He paused momentarily to stare at the delicious warm flesh before him, then he took a deep breath and began by gently blowing warm air into her cavity to stimulate her nerve endings subtly. With immense prowess he began to French kiss her genitals with such relish. He used his wet mouth to carefully caress firstly her outer lips and then her inner ones. His nose pushed ahead to open her up fully and Rose cooed with delight. He continued by dipping his tongue into and out of her sodden vaginal opening scooping up some of the juice along the journey which he savoured. He continued licking in, out and around each fold of skin so every inch of her vulva was fully explored. Softly using his wet lips to caress her with a gentle sucking action, his warm tongue moved slowly, enhancing every single sensation. He continued to find every nook and cranny she possessed then with an open mouth and a long flat tongue pushed back the clitoral hood to the pearl behind nibbling on it oh so softly.

In the outside world you could be forgiven for assuming that this sharply dressed businessman cared only for making money but you would be wrong. His job was a constant source of impossible deadlines and unreasonable demands with little appreciation from anyone. What he craved in between those high drama events was to lick pussy. In a futile attempt to gain some relief from his stressful working life, he was in the habit of taking a deep sniff as every woman entered his office. It was in the vain hope of getting a taste of her natural erotic aroma, but it was always useless and he often felt unfulfilled. The situation before him seemed to be heaven sent. To be controlled, even pushed around both mentally and physically, by this lovely sexually commanding, self-assured woman was immensely satisfying. 

He felt the chemistry between himself and Rose was palpable. He also figured that the restraints relinquished him from any responsibility for the situation and he could completely let go and indulge during their time together. 

With his entire face buried between her legs she let his teeth softly play with her most tender area, trusting is judgment and having a deep regard for his extraordinary ability. She reached back and held his stiff cock like a rudder for balance. By now his bloodstream was a heady cocktail of adrenaline, lust and animalist desire and his dick throbbed with such force. He couldn’t believe the power she exerted over him, something no one had ever accomplished before. ‘Oh have me!’, she demanded as she grabbed his head and dug her highly polished nails into his scalp. His tongue continued to feverishly lapped up her nectar, devouring every morsel. For Rose her most basic urges were being fulfilled as she bucked with the intensity of the sexual pleasure and easily reached a second shuddering climax against his face with a joyful scream. 

Finally she lowered herself onto his lap. The tip of his cock brushed and parted her lips. He yearned to be inside her and he saw she was wet and wanted him but all she did was tease; stimulating herself at his expense. ‘Oh fuck me please!’ he cried. 

She lingered just a little longer as his pre cum dribbled then lowered herself down onto his hard shaft. Her juices began to flow again and quenched his red aching balls. With herself comfortably impaled on him she leaned back over the sofa and released just his right wrist. With only 3 limbs tied the straps were now nothing more than symbolic and he realised that will a little effort he could free himself yet this position was exciting for them both. From here Rose could set the pace, working his cock deep, hard and fast, in the way her pussy longed to be fucked. His balls throbbed hard with cum. He was desperate, longing to release and spurt his creamy load deep inside her. But as he started to tense, she stopped and with drew. ‘JESUS, I need this!’ he cried but she ignored him.

She turned round, with her back to him, so that her silky white smooth ass could be seen. He had no choice but to gaze at her tight brown sphincter and drool with glee at the quivering site before him. ‘Blow on it!’ she commanded and it began to relax and open up before his very eyes. She reached back, dipped 2 fingers in her sodden pussy first for lubrication then pistoned them inside her own butt. He wailed with frustration as every fibre of his anatomy craved to be inside that deep brown canal. 

Her anus was calling to him and he was consumed with longing. The veins on his penis were thick, blue cords of pumping blood that were ready to engorge his cock. Finally she lowered herself onto his raging dick and her tight anal muscles held him in a vice like grip. She moved slowly and carefully up and down and the motion was exquisite for them both. 

Pinned to the sofa his breath began to deepen and his body tensed again. He began to lose all rational thought and his primitive instincts took over with each repetitive stroke. His heart began to pound; time stood still and every emotion was lost to hedonistic pleasures. Like never before, the entire world seemed contained in the nerve endings of his cock head. Rose began to spasm then suddenly they both strongly climax together uncontrollably as he ejaculated gallons of hot white cum deep into her ass and a wave of euphoria swept through them both. 

She let the twitching subside and as his cock was withdrawn a few drips of cum leak down her buttocks and thighs. She raised her butt to his face and ordered him to clean her. ‘Use your tongue deep into my ass hole’ she demanded. There was so much cum that it flowed quickly out and he swallowed it greedily. He leaned back with a smug, contented, peaceful smile on his face. 

Rose stretched over him and released his left arm from the straps and he grabbed her softly by the waist so that he could pull her onto his lap. He confidently kissed her fully on the lips, his wet, open mouth over hers and she tingled with pleasure. When he finally came up for air, he put his cheek against hers and squeezed her tightly. ‘Thank you’ he said in hushed tones and they both started to giggle. ‘I’m covered in cum and lick, so let’s shower’ she said, releasing his ankles, taking his hand and pulling him off the sofa towards the bathroom. They were both in such a light headed, happy mood as the hot water flowed over them and they took it in turns to lather each other up, he massaging his soapy hands into her breasts. Finally, he pressed her against the shower wall, leaning his naked body against hers. Their noses touched, then he gave her a deep, long, lustful kiss. Hot water ran over them both as his tongue flicked around her mouth, probing and exploring. This time Rose was momentarily helpless and she flushed with passion again. Eventually he paused and with their bodies entwined she looked deeply into his eyes. He was indeed a fully grown, middle aged man but she could feel the teenage boy deep inside him that was so lost in his current life. She promised herself that she would not get overly involved but she yearned to spend the rest of the day with him just laughing and being happy together.

She took a deep breath and said ‘When you become vulnerable and expose yourself emotionally, and you are not judged or rejected, you can bond very strongly with that person. We are in danger of that I think. Is this something you can deal with?’ She looked at him intently as they stood together with their whole bodies touching. He put his arm round her waist and squeezed her so tightly that she almost lost her balance with his strength. ‘All I know Rose is that you awaken my senses and make me feel so alive. I cherish everything you give to me and I will remember this day for a very long time’. 

There was a moments silence, then changing the mood Rose slapped his butt. They probed and played just a little longer before dressing again. ‘I have a meeting at 4’ Rose finally said ‘so I need to go and get a taxi’. ‘Yes, yes, sadly my working day has several more hours in it yet’ replied the businessman. They both walked to the door of the suite and suddenly he became overcome with shyness, so his fixed his eyes on the floor, hands in his pockets he added softly ‘come and see me in London again, soon, please...?’ ‘Oh I’m sure my people can talk to your people and we can find a mutually convenient date next month’ she said in teasing, patronising tones. And then with a broad smile she left.

As the door clicked closed, he heard his Blackberry beeping so he picked it up. First an e-mail from his boss demanding a meeting at 8am tomorrow to discuss his latest office crisis. Next a text from his wife complaining their current account was overdrawn again and what the hell did he plan to do about it because the school fees were overdue! Finally one from his son which read ‘Sorry Dad, kitchen window needs new glass. I broke it while playing with a ball’. Before launching back into everyday life, he paused to think about Rose. Maybe in another life he could spend more time with her. Maybe he should find the courage to ask her to stay overnight in some distant location. Maybe, just maybe she liked the real him, rather than the person he pretended to be. 

With that promising thought, he sat back and thought about lovely Rose and a big contented, boyish grin grew across his face.

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