A Simple Gesture

He was waiting at the lift when I approached. His eyes appraised me casually, not lingering on any particular curve, or flash of skin. I appreciated that he managed to survey the view with a simple glance from head to toe, and then back up again in a matter of seconds. But when his eyes stopped at mine, he smiled openly and nodded his head in greeting before returning his attention to the elevator.
I didn’t expect open leering. I had dressed quite modestly. Long flowing slacks, a turquoise blue knitted shirt, that while showing my hourglass figure, still managed to cover it entirely. I had even worn flats because my outing had only been for a quick walk and to get some breakfast.
The bell indicated the elevator. He stepped back waiting for me to enter; a gentleman, so rare these days. I boarded the elevator, slid my card into the key slot and pressed the button for my floor; the top floor. He followed me in, saw which button I had pressed and stepped back with a smile to stand next to me at the back of the elevator while the other hotel guests boarded.
The lift started its ascent.
We stopped at the first stop for someone to alight. I felt the knuckle of his index graze the back of my hand. I said naught, thinking it an honest bumping. But when the lift doors shut his knuckle was running up the back of my hand again. This time stopping at my wrist, he flexed his finger, twined it round my wrist and slid the pad of his index finger down into my palm.
My eyes went wide then shut tight, biting my lip as he started drawing light circles in my palm. I squeezed my thighs together as I felt those circles being traced around my clit. The lift doors opened & shut again. He started stroking backwards and forwards between my fingers with his. I felt my panties grow damp and I clenched my cunt in an effort to stop the desire rising; but of course that just made it worse.
When he slipped his finger between my thumb and index finger and started stroking the tender skin between while he massaged the back of my thumb my knees nearly buckled and I loosed a quite moan.
There was only another couple left on the elevator now. The woman looked at me with a frown; her husband however raised a brow with curiosity. I straightened myself, bit my lip in shame and focused my eyes on the electronic floor readout. My teaser chuckled under his breath.
The lift reached my floor. The couple in front moved out without a backwards glance and turned down the right hallway to their room. I moved down the left, aware he was only a few meters behind me. I unlocked my door, pushed it all the way open as I walked in before letting go and continuing forward into the room. I heard him catch the door; I didn’t turn around.
I kicked my shoes off, pulled my top over my head and slipped my lightweight pants off my hips to the floor. He moved up behind me. His arms snaking around my waist bought a gasp from my throat as desire coiled tighter within my belly, making butterflies alight with the promise of pleasure.
His warm breath played along my bare neck as he pulled me tight to his body.
“I thought you were going to cum right there in the elevator” he murmured between kisses to my neck. His hands slid up and pulled the cups of my bra down to expose my breasts to his palms.
“I nearly did” I breathed as I let my head fall back onto his shoulder this time not suppressing the moan.
“Nearly isn’t good enough” he laughed as he spun me to face him and kissed me deeply. “I don’t like waking up without you” he grumbled as he threw me back onto the bed.
“You looked so peaceful asleep and I was hungry” I pouted but couldn’t help the smile spreading across my face as he pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his shoes simultaneously.
“I still am” he smirked wickedly as he launched onto the bed to devour me.

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