As he got closer, he realized that the top of the dress was not much more than some kind of see-through black chiffon. He swallowed hard. Her breasts were clearly visible through it.
“It comes with special underwear to preserve one’s modesty. But I figured that since we weren’t going out…” She shrugged.
He tried to speak but couldn’t. He had to clear his throat before he could agree. “You are beautiful.”
She swung around in a little half circle as if she were embarrassed. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”
He smiled. “I brought food.”
Her eyes lit up. “What did you bring?”
He mentally winced as he realized how inappropriate the meal was. “Meat wrapped in pita bread.”
She closed her eyes and inhaled. “My favorite. Let’s eat.”
“How hungry are you, exactly?” he asked, putting the bags down on the desk.
She paused. “I can wait.”
“Good answer.” He shrugged off his jacket and walked over to where she was still standing, in front of the large French window. “I meant it. You really are beautiful.” He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, gently stroking down her neck to her collarbone. It was naked, and he suddenly had a vision of himself buying a diamond necklace to adorn it.
The see-through material was soft and silky, and his hands continued slowly exploring. Her shoulders, down to her breasts, her nipples already straining against the thin material. He rubbed his palms gently over them with open hands. “When you imagined going to the cocktail party, did it ever cross your mind to go like this? To not wear the underwear designed for it? To let the other guests see you like this?”
Her eyes fluttered closed for a second. “No. Well, it crossed my mind, but only as a fantasy. I had no intention of actually doing it.”
“Because it’s only a turn-on if people think they’re seeing something private, more like a wardrobe malfunction than a deliberate flash?” His voice slowed down, and he stroked a different part of her with virtually each word he said.
“Yes. Yes. How did you know?” she moaned, as he nipped at her nipples through her dress.
He raised his head and whispered hot into her ear, “Because I know you. I see what turns you on as easily as I see what turns me on.” David slowly walked around her and found the dress’s zip. He peeled it down, slowly, so very slowly, kissing her skin as he descended with the fastener. As he reached the small of her back, the dress fully dropped to the floor, leaving Molly naked except for her impossibly high heels.
Unadulterated desire spread through him, heating his very core so much that he wanted to tear off his clothes just to be able to devour her. He pulled off his shirt in one movement, and opened the French doors in the other. A warm breeze flickered across his chest.
Molly turned slowly to look out of the window. They were so high up the people below looked tiny. For sure, no one could see them unless they had binoculars. She inhaled a shuddering breath.
“Do you like being outside?” he asked, taking her hand and urging her closer to the threshold of the door.
She took another shaky breath, and closed her eyes to the view. His hand stroked along her spine, up and down, up and down, so gently, that goosebumps erupted along her arms. When she opened her eyes, they were glassy. “Do you think anyone can see us?”
“Maybe. Would you like them to see me touch you?”
She bit her lip and nodded. His dick was already as hard as he’d ever felt it, but he wanted the moment to be hers. For now. He stood behind her and lightly pinched both her nipples between his fingers. She leaned back into him as he shucked his shoes and pants and continued playing with the tight nubs.
A car’s horn echoed through the square they were looking out on, and Molly jumped slightly. David knew that certainly no one in cars could see them, but he was sure that it was probably adding to her fantasy.
He nudged a knee between her legs and urged them apart. Her ass was pressed into his groin as he snaked his hand to her pussy. She was already so wet his own knees nearly buckled with absolute need for her. He used his foot to spread her legs even farther. This time, he jerked her back, so her ass cradled his dick as he spread his hand over her flat stomach, and slowly reached down.
Molly whimpered as his hand floated around her mound, not touching anything other than the heavy fluid that touched the very top of her thighs. His other hand joined in, wrapping his arms around her. He held her open to the air and took pleasure in the gasp as the breeze played against her clitoris. “David” she moaned. “Touch me.”
He withdrew his hands and raised her own arms, wrapping her fingers around the side of the door frame. She stood spread-eagled as he ducked under one arm and knelt before her. He felt light-headed with the need to taste her, to have her writhe and come in his mouth. To have her imagine she had an audience.
His tongue darted out straight to her clit. No fluttering or stroking, but a full-fledged assault. His fingers spread her wide as he pressed, nipped, and thoroughly tongued her into submission. Her gasps and moans drove him close to his own climax. But as she crested her own wave, he pushed two fingers into her, allowing her to ride them through her orgasm. She felt like molten lava around him, and he wanted nothing other than to feel his dick inside her.
“Jesus, David. What have you done to me?” she breathed, as he rose and took her in his arms.
“I’m not finished yet, babe. I’m not nearly finished with you.” He couldn’t wait a second longer. He brought her fully out onto the balcony and bent her over, allowing her to brace herself against the concrete railing. In a second he slid inside her, feeling her whole life pulse around him. She ground back on him.
“Harder.” Her voice carried lightly on the breeze, belying her obvious need. He thrust into her hard, and she met every stroke. He couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She felt like a part of him, as if he could feel her arousal as well as he could his own. His desire for her amplified by the second when they were joined together. Electricity thrummed through his lower back, sparking a reaction in his balls. As if she knew, she reached back and squeezed them. Heat fritzed through his spine up to his head as he came inside her, pulsing, throbbing, and flooding her with his naked desire. As he finished, the walls of her pussy gripped him as she came again. Sharper and faster than before.
He brought her upright, so she could rest against his body, and he held her around her waist, and looked out at the city.
“Do you think anyone saw us?” he murmured into her ear.
She giggled and turned to him, hugging him close. “I don’t know.” She hid her face in his shoulder, and he guessed that now the erotic moment had slipped by, she was a little embarrassed. She was such a contradiction. All roaring blatant sexuality, followed by a slight shyness.
He took her back in, and grabbed a fluffy dressing gown that the hotel had left artfully fanned out on the bed. Wrapping it around her, he kissed her forehead.
“Dammit all to hell,” she said.
Alarmed, he stepped back. “What? What’s wrong?” he looked around the room to see what could have elicited her comment, but her eyes were on him.
“I thought if I wore high heels you wouldn’t be able to kiss me on the forehead anymore, and that you’d have to kiss my lips.”
Shame flooded through him. He hadn’t even kissed her before taking her out on the balcony. He raised her chin and kissed her gently and slowly on her mouth. Warmth rushed through him like the desert sun. He teased her tongue gently with his. Without the immediacy of sex, it felt more intimate. More like a declaration. It didn’t stop him.