Romance Novel
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided
me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we
were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a
low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax." Without warning,
he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my
ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but
steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid,
but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When
his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly
closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers
caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full
breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing
what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down
my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about
this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to
taking charge. A man not used to taking 'no' for an answer. A man who
would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and
say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open
and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.
"You can board your flight now."
Brian
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He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided
me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we
were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a
low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax." Without warning,
he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my
ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but
steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid,
but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When
his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly
closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers
caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full
breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing
what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down
my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about
this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to
taking charge. A man not used to taking 'no' for an answer. A man who
would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and
say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open
and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.
"You can board your flight now."
Brian
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