First she stepped through the doors into her suite and retrieved a little something she'd packed for an occasion such as this. Her topless reflection of her breasts swinging freely embarrassed her at first but then she was pleased at the way her tousled hair and flushed skin made her feel and look sexy. She slipped out of her skirt, and rolled her hose down, then stepped into the black teddy she'd bought at the naughty clothes boutique. The clerk had told her "The black will go good with your blond hair. He'll love it."
The high cut legs of the teddy had been trimmed with delicate lace, and it accented the roundness at the tops of her thighs in a way that for once they didn't seem full or chunky to her. She smiled as she brushed her hair, teasing it out more fully to give her a randy, vixen appearance. And she touched up her eyeliner and mascara and put on a fresh coat of frosty lip gloss. "Here goes,' she whispered to her reflection, backing out of the bathroom. Linda expected that Stephen would have taken off his pants and underwear by then, and might even have pushed back the covers and sheets, to invite her in there along with him. She was touched by his gentlemanliness when instead she found him as she'd left him moments before, laying atop the made bed, with a visible, straining bulge in his pants. Now she could release him. Now she could satiate him. His eyes popped open when he saw her in the teddy. "Wow!"
She lowered herself down to him. She let her free hand flutter over his chest like a sensual butterfly, feeling glad that she'd thought to get a manicure, with frosty polish, a couple of days before their trip. She reached lower, and let her hand glance over his straining ridge as he moaned and closed his eyes.
Stephen wore the beltless, elastic waistband type of pants with a simple eyelet catch, which made Linda's next move easy. She reached up and simply pushed the waistband apart, found the zipper pull and grinned at him as she tugged the zipper open with a tantalizingly slow, languid motion. He was almost free. As she reached up to tug the waistband down, he helped her, pushing his pants down in one smooth, swift motion so that they shot from his legs, fumbling over the edge of the bed.
Only the underpants now. He wore tight white cotton ones, which tugged free of his straining manliness with ease. Once he lay there, completely freed for him, she touched him, cradling him, petting him. By then he was so aroused that the engorged velvet head presented itself to him as she leaned over and took the tip of it into her mouth. She kissed him and tongue-bathed him lovingly. He was so hungry for her, and his passion so fierce that after just a few strokes, he exploded for her.