Hands Off – By Evansblack

Dr. Marlena Evans-Black was in her office, too busy with a patient’s file. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t noticed her secretary entering her office, announcing that she has a call. “Why didn’t you use the intercom?” Marlena asked. “I was. But when I got no answer, I thought that you were in the bathroom or maybe taking a nap.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I was so caught up with what I’m reading. Thanks.” Her secretary returned to her desk as Marlena took the call. “Dr. Evans-Black speaking.” “Hi, Pretty Lady.” “Hi, Sailor,” Marlena said with a smile, as she took John’s picture that was on her table. “To what do I owe this phone call?” “What makes you think that there is something behind this call?” “I don’t know. You tell me. Are you going to cancel our date tonight because of a meeting that you really need to attend to?” “Well, sort of. Yeah. Can we reschedule?” “What do you think? Is this meeting really important?” “Yeah. The Australian investors arrived this morning, and you know them, they like to talk business seriously. And they want to talk directly with the CEO. And I am the CEO.” “Are you going to be in that meeting till it ends?” “Yeah. As much as I like to get out of here and have dinner with you, I really can’t leave my seat now. I hope you understand.” “That’s OK. I know that it is one of the sacrifices of being married to a world-renowned business mogul. So, I guess I’ll see you tonight or tomorrow morning? Take care and I love you.” “I love you too Doc.” Marlena hung up, disappointed. She was looking forward to their date tonight. And now, everything was ruined. She knew that Kate has somehow had something to do with this. So Marlena thought hard to give her husband a surprise that he won’t forgot. Marlena grabbed her coat and told Janet that she could take the rest of the day off. She drove her way at the Salem Place to purchase the things that were necessary to her surprise. She passed by a Victoria’s Secret boutique and entered the establishment. She was scanning the store, when something caught her eyes. There it was on the mannequin, the sexiest pair of lingerie she had ever seen. She really wished that John was with her, she could definitely use some masculine point of view about the lingerie. John was the one who buys her lingerie, and Marlena really loved what he was buying for her. The store manager saw her staring at the mannequin and offered Marlena some help. “That would look great on you.” “You think so?” “Yes. Why don’t you try it on and see for yourself.” The manager grabbed a pair of lingerie in Marlena’s size and led her to the fitting room. Marlena quickly shed her power suit and tried the lingerie. The manager was right. It looked great on her and she thought that John would love it too. She dressed and asked the manager for a pair in red color. Then she bought a knee-length trench coat, a matching red lacy garter belt, nylon stockings and a leather choker that also matched the lingerie. After she paid for the purchases, she went to the specialty store that they, John and Marlena, seldom frequented. The owner greeted her and then put the CLOSED sign on the door. The owner always did that whenever John and Marlena entered his store, because he wanted to give them some privacy. “And what could I get you now, Mrs. Black?” “Do you have some cuffs?” “We do have cuffs? Anything in particular?” “I need leather cuffs, in red and a red silk blindfold.” “OK, I’ll get them for you.” The owner disappeared to retrieve Marlena’s purchase. Marlena looked around the store and found some variety of things that was so intriguing – strawberry, chocolate and mint flavored condoms, textured condoms, whips, body oils, leather straps, a dominatrix costume, chains and other kinds of adult toys. After 5 minutes, the owner returned with a bag, then Marlena paid for it and left. Then she went to the liquor store and bought the most expensive champagne that they got, strawberry flavored of course. Then she drove back to the penthouse to arrange her surprise. After she put the last item down, she took a light shower, got dressed in a black formfitting dress, arranged her hair, put on her coat and stiletto, grabbed her keys and then drove to Basic Black Designs building – to John’s office.

 

John was relieved that the Australians decided to have a one-hour break before they continue their meeting. Victor and Kate were also there since they were one of the stockholders. Victor was with the Australians, and they decided to grab a snack at Chez Rouge, just a block away from their building. Kate was waiting for John to offer her to have coffee with him, but John locked himself in his office. Kate wanted to spend the time with John. She had been hounding for him since Roman divorced him. She knocked and entered John’s office. “Knock, knock? John, aren’t you going to grab something to eat?” John was sitting on his chair and looking down at Salem from his window. He didn’t hear Kate come in so he didn’t bother to turn around, until Kate made her presence known by clearing her throat. John turned his head to the door and saw Kate standing there. “What is it? Are they here?” “No, Victor’s still with them. Do you want some coffee John?” “No, please. I need to be alone.” “OK, if you need something, you know where to find me, OK?” John just waved his hand to dismiss Kate. John was getting irritated with Kate. She was assuming the role of a loving wife earlier at the meeting. He really wanted to tell her to back off and to stop the act, she was not fit to do it. He looked at Marlena’s picture that was sitting on his table and then he took it. He traced her lips with his index finger, and then he heard someone got in his office. Thinking that it was Kate, John was still facing the window. “I said I want to be alone! Can’t you understand that Kate?!” “But I’m not Kate!” Marlena said with a hint of flirting in her voice. John noticed the tone of her voice and he was aroused by the sound of it. He smiled as he turned around, not hiding the picture he held in his hand. “And I could always come back. Later.” Marlena flashed John her million-dollar smile. John raised from his seat to his wife. He gave her a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. “Wow! You look too good to eat. What are you doing here?” “Well, since you are canceling our date for tonight, I decided to give you a preview of what I was planning to do to you tonight, had our date not been canceled.” “And what would that be, hmm?” John said, challenging Marlena. Marlena just grabbed his necktie and let him follow her to the couch. Then she pushed John to the couch and she knelt in between his legs. She looked at him with lust in her eyes as she rested her eyes to the zipper of his pants. She licked her lips, flashed him a smile then undid his zipper with her teeth. John was aching, he was beginning to harden in his boxers and just by looking at his wife undoing his zipper with her teeth, made him so hard as a rock. “Oh, God Doc.” John let out a guttural moan and started moving his hips at her direction. “Be still, Sailor, or I’ll have to stop.” John ceased his movements and let Marlena pleasure him. When the zipper was all undone, Marlena pulled his pants a little bit lower off his hips. Then she stroked his bulge under the silk black boxers. “Well, Johnny needs some attention here,” Marlena said as she looked John in his eyes. Before Marlena took all of John in her mouth, John’s secretary’s voice was heard through the intercom, announcing that the Australian investors, Victor Kiriakis and Kate Roberts were back. It was fortunate for John and Marlena that Marlena locked the door, in case someone just entered the office and saw them in a very compromising position like now. John quickly fixed his suit and he made sure that Marlena was well hidden under his table before he unlocked his door and gestured the investors and Kate and Victor in. John sat in his executive chair as Victor proceeded to what they were discussing before they had break. Marlena was getting bored listening to what Kate and Victor were saying just to entice the Australian to sign the contract with them. John was so busy studying the reports, he almost forgotten that Marlena was under his table, when he felt something or someone rather, was caressing his thigh. John was stunned and he gasped aloud when his wife’s hands were undoing his zipper and belt, and trying her best to exposed him to her. He was nervous with what his wife was going to do to him. Marlena saw John’s discomfort and she got a much better idea in her mind. Why not give him a spine-shattering blow-job while he was conducting a meeting? Marlena smiled at John, who was looking at her, devilishly. John knew that she was planning something…something that would make them both satisfied.

 

John was sweating even though his office was heavily air conditioned. He saw Marlena licking her lips and preparing to take him fully in her mouth. She grabbed him and stroked him a few times, until he was as hard as steel. John was breathing heavily and he couldn’t concentrate with the ongoing meeting. After a few more strokes, John felt his wife’s lips enclosing the tip of his penis. He let out a loud gasp and the Australians, Victor and Kate all looked at him, all wondering what was wrong with him. Marlena was having so much fun. If they only knew the reason behind that gasp. “Are you alright, Mr. Black?” asked the investor, looking at John with concern in her eyes. “I- I, umm, I’m just OK. I’m sorry if I interrupted.” “What’s wrong John? You seem a little flushed. Are you sure you’re OK?” “Ye- yeah. I’m, I’m OK. Let’s, umm, let’s just continue with the, ahh, the hand job, um I mean, with the job at hand. Yeah, that’s what I meant.” John said as he let out a small laugh. Kate was not buying it. She looked John suspiciously. She knew something was wrong. It was so unlike John to stammer during business meeting. He was always too confident in facing potential business partners, but right now, he was stammering and his mind was drifting somewhere. Kate knew that there was only one reason that causes John to act like this – Marlena Evans. Marlena was enjoying herself torturing her husband. She took all of him in her mouth, sucked him hard until there was no juices left from him. John was gripping the armrest of his chair tightly as Marlena continued with the sucking. John was feeling a bit light headed and he was silently reciting all the Major League teams in his mind. Marlena was doing a great job and he was nearing to his climax, but he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to cum when he was deep inside his wife. “Are you sure you’re OK, John?” Kate asked, standing from her seat to go to John. “I said I’m fine, you don’t have to..” Kate was on his side and she was shocked with what she saw – Marlena, holding John’s enormous penis, licking and sucking him hard. Kate, John and Marlena all looked at each other, then Marlena gave Kate a wicked smile and continued what she was doing. Kate, totally embarrassed, told Victor and the investors that they should continue the meeting tomorrow morning, since it was getting late and she told them that John wasn’t feeling well. Victor and the investors agreed to continue the meeting tomorrow and they all shook hands with John, who was still sitting. Kate was the first one to leave John’s office, followed by Victor and the investors. Once they were gone, John pulled Marlena up and settled her on his lap. “You are such a very naughty girl. You almost got us in trouble earlier. It was OK that it was only Kate that saw us.” “Are you complaining, Mr. Black?” Marlena said, while she raised her eyebrows and eyeing John with pure lust in her eyes. John put his arms around Marlena and Marlena felt her husband’s need for her. “Do you think that I’m complaining now?” John said with a twinkle in his eyes. “So, I guess, our date is still on?” “You betcha. Just let me finish these papers for tomorrow and I’ll meet you at home, OK?” “No, let’s meet at Penthouse Grille. I have a surprise for you. So I’ll leave you here and you must be there at exactly 7:30, understand Sailor?” John nodded as Marlena fused her lips with her husband’s. Kate saw Marlena left John’s office and she took her chance to talk to John. She knocked and then entered the office, only to find John fixing his suit, and arranging the papers that he will go through at home. “Going somewhere?” “Home. Why?” John said as he was putting more papers in his brief case. “I thought that you will join Victor and I for dinner with the investors? They were asking me about it.” “Where will it be?” “Penthouse Grille, 7:30.” “Do I have to be there?” “Yes. There are expecting you to be there. So are you coming or not?” John thought about his date with his wife. This meeting was really important for his company. He thought of calling his wife and explained again about the situation. “I’ll be there. I’ll just have to go home and change.” “Alright! We’ll be expecting you there.” Kate left John’s office with a smile on her face. She would begin her plan tonight. She would take John’s mind off his wife and the meeting – she would do all her best to seduce John tonight. John called Marlena on her mobile phone. “Hello,” Marlena’s voice was heard on the other line. “Doc, umm, there’s something I have to tell you.” “Oh God, don’t tell me that the date is canceled.” John heard Marlena’s disappointment. “Well, it looks like it. The investors wanted me to be with them at dinner. I forgot that I told Kate to set up a dinner with the investors at the Penthouse Grille tonight. I’m really so sorry.” “I can’t say that I’m not disappointed. But did you say the Penthouse Grille?” “Yes. Why?” “Why don’t I just meet you there and have dinner with you?” “Why didn’t I thought of that? OK, I’ll see you there at 7:30?” “7:30 it is. Bye.” John ended the call and a very big smile was plastered on his face. This would going to be so much interesting. He would have the opportunity to show off his very lovely and gorgeous wife to the world.

 

Marlena was in the shower when she got the phone call. She was getting ready for her date with her husband. She turned the shower off, wrapped herself in a towel and went at her bedroom. She blow dried and arranged her hair in a neat French twist that showed off her slender neck, with a few tendrils of hair caressing it. She put on some make up, not too heavy and not to light, just enough to give her a fresh-out-of-the-shower look that John loved so much. Then she started putting on her clothes – the sheer nylon stockings, the red lacy thong with red trimmings, the red garter belt, the red silk and lace corset that emphasized her breast and didn’t cover them enough, and the little black dress that she secretly bought when she and John were in Paris. She looked herself in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. John would love this and he will be having the best time of his life. She grabbed her purse, keys and coat on the table and locked her house, ready to go to the Penthouse Grille. John arrived at the Grille with 10 minutes to spare. He saw Victor and the investors were already at their table and they were sipping their drinks and talking about something. He checked his coat to the doorman and the maitre ‘d led him to their table. He was scanning the room for any signs of Marlena, but she was not there. Maybe she wasn’t going, John thought. “Mr. Black! It’s good that you made it here!” Jordan Martel said as John took his seat. “I needed to be here. And by the way, is it OK with you guys that my wife will be joining us for dinner? I promised her that we’re going out tonight but I forgot that I have other commitments, so I thought that since out date is also here, why don’t I just get her to dine with us.” “That’s OK, Mr. Black. And we really wanted to meet your wife. We heard a lot of stories about her from Mr. Kiriakis here.” John looked at Victor, who raised his glass to John. “I hope that it was all good.” “Yes. In fact, Mr. Kiriakis told us that your wife is a psychiatrist. How was it, I mean, living with a shrink? Is it hard to deal with her?” “Yes, she’s a psychiatrist and a good one. And no, living with a shrink is a breeze. I can’t wait to introduce you to her.” Then one of the investors was looking behind John and John followed his gaze and saw Kate entering the restaurant. Kate was wearing a form-fitting red dress with a very low neckline. She was set on seducing John tonight. But John knew better. John knew that Kate was after him and he would never let that woman win. “WOW! Look at that body!” Chris Williams said, as Kate was approaching their table. Chris Williams stood up from his seat to assist Kate in hers. “Why thank you, Mr. Williams.” Kate said as she sat down, looking at John. When Mr. Williams was seated, the waiter approached their table and asked if they were ready to place their orders. “No, not yet, we are waiting for another guest.” “We are?” Kate asked, confused. “Yes. John’s waiting for Marlena.” Victor said. He wanted to let Kate know that Marlena was joining them because Victor was the one who told John that Kate was after him, and Victor really loved Marlena and John to let something, or someone destroy their perfect marriage. “I see, oh well, is she on her way? I’m kinda hungry.” “She’ll be here.” Kate was fuming, she thought that this spoiled her plan. She hated Marlena for this. First, on the office and now here! Then all of a sudden, the room got quiet, and John noticed that all men’s eyes – including Victor and the investors – were directed at the entrance of the restaurant. Then he turned to see what was going on and he saw the reason of the silence – Marlena. She was just entering the door, the doorman took her coat and probably gave her a compliment because she was laughing, and Maggie greeted her. She was exquisitely gorgeous! John’s jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing – a little black dress, with a plunging neckline and a 4-inch stiletto. She was a goddess! And John was beaming with pride. He stood up and went to get his wife. Kate was fuming, Marlena outdone herself! And not only she caught the eyes of the men, but also she caught John’s! Marlena saw John approaching her and she gave him a smile. “Hi, Pretty Lady! I’m so glad that you made it. I thought that you’d stood me up.” “Of course not. And didn’t I tell you that I’ll be here?” John smiled and gave her a kiss. “Come on, they are all waiting for you.” John led Marlena to the table. The investors stood up when John and Marlena reached their table. The Australians were enthralled with Marlena’s beauty, and they were speechless. “Mr. Martel, Mr. Williams, I’d like you to meet my wife, Dr. Marlena Evans-Black. Doc, this is Mr. Jordan Martel and Mr. Chris Williams, Basic Black’s Autralian investors.” Marlena offered her hand for a handshake but Chris Wiliams took her hand and kissed it. “I’m glad to finally meet you, Mrs. Black. And may I say that you look lovely tonight.” “Thank you Mr. Williams. And I’m glad to meet you too.” Jordan Martel also kissed her hand. “It’s a great pleasure to meet you, Dr. Black. And as what Chris told you, you look great.” “Thank you Mr. Martel. And nice to meet you too.” John held her seat until she was seated and the men also took their seats. “Hi Vic, how are you?” Marlena asked. “I’m fine Mar. You’re looking as good as ever!” “Thank you. And Kate you look great.” “Thanks.” Kate replied. The waiter arrived with the menus on his hand. They all placed their orders and then the waiter took off. The captain poured wine in their glasses and showed John another bottle of champagne, and he nodded his approval. “I’d like to make a toast. To a wonderful business partnership and to beautiful women!” Chris Williams said. “Here, here!” they all said. Their food was served and conversations about the business started. Marlena started to listen in, but she nearly jumped to her feet when she felt the hand on her knee. Her left knee, the one on John’s side, but surely it wasn’t him. He was talking to the investors seriously about the business venture. He was certainly not toying with the slit of her skirt.

 

She lifted her napkin and ‘accidentally’ dropped it to the floor between John and her. Leaning down slowly she peered beneath the table and immediately recognized the silver Rolex around the wrist just above her knee. She could feel her cheeks started to flush as she sat up. Only Kate seemed to have noticed Marlena’s momentary disappearance, and Marlena held up her napkin sheepishly in explanation. “Don’t know where my mind is tonight.” Marlena said as she placed her napkin again on her thighs. John’s hand was still on her knee when the waiter set Marlena’s dinner in front of her. John felt Marlena shuddered as she looked down at her food. The plates languished empty in front of them and the wine passed around the table, as John began his serious exploration of Marlena’s inner thighs. Marlena took a long drink of the champagne in her glass and parted her knees, hitching up her skirt and leaving John a larger area to play in. He rewarded her with half a smile as he outlined the latest proposal of the Basic Black Designs to the Australian investors, who listened to John with great interest. Marlena felt the metal band of his watch slipped beneath the edge of her skirt as he let his fingers crept their way up. Marlena took her napkin and lowered it to her lap under the pretense of making room for the waiter to remove her plate. Crushing it in her hand, she bit down on her lip as he freed his hand from his watch. The Rolex lied between her legs on her chair. Marlena slipped her right hand beneath the tablecloth and retrieved it as a trophy. She slipped it into her purse and returned her right hand to the stem of her wineglass. Her left hand left her napkin in her lap and wandered beneath the long white cloth. Thank heaven for the romantic drape of it over the end of the table towards the floor. Her fingers wandered all the way over to his lap and the sudden rise of his eyebrow was all the incentive she needed. She slipped her fingers into his pocket and he retorted by finding the fastening of her garter belt to her silk hose. He undid it nimbly as he continued to calmly go over the business talks. Kate was no longer listening as she dug into her cheesecake. Marlena’s desert crawled up the line of her garter. John has always loved them, in fact, she smirked to herself as she realize these were one of his favorites. A deep, rich red that can only be worn underneath dark skirts. Something he picked up at a little shop in Paris. Thinking of France made me think about the romantic getaway they spent a month ago, and that gave her the tingles.

 

Chris Williams thoughtfully reached over to refill Marlena’s glass as John danced across to the other thigh. As the waiter dropped off his coffee, John moved our chairs together, so close that we were brushing elbows. No one noticed that he didn’t scoot his chair back. His pant’s pocket was empty, so Marlena traveled up to his belt, trying to recognize it just by the feel of the leather. She opened my legs again, using the motion to pull her dress up farther, furthering the gap in her dress he was having so much fun exploiting. The conversation moved on to Chris’ and Jordan’s, and their business in Australia. Marlena was still not expected to participate and she could only bit her lip in concealed pleasure as strong fingers detached her garter on the other side. Marlena started to pull his belt free in retaliation. Inching it out of his belt loops a tiny bit at a time. The small spasm of his hand was the only sign that he can give Marlena to continue. Between John and Marlena, the signals flew like fireworks, exploding into their perceptions of each other. Around them it was fog and scattered voices. John traced a circle on the bare skin of her leg. Another circle followed and he was tracking a dangerous path up to his destination. Marlena concentrated on her breathing, keeping it slow and regular as her heart raced away from her. She fumbled with the catch of his belt, forgetting how difficult it was to take one of the damn things off with her left hand. John was not making it any easier for her. He had found the edge of her panties and he took no small pleasure in proving to her just how sadistic he could be. The tip of his little finger traced the line of the hem along one side, feather-light against her, but definite there. John’s belt finally gave in and Marlena slipped it free from the buckle, spending a moment on the button beneath had his pants undone. He took a long sip of his coffee, and she smirked to herself. He was feeling the heat of the room as much as she was. As Marlena took her time on the zipper of John’s trousers, she was relieved to find that John didn’t let her down. The silk boxers had the same feel she remembered as she slipped her hand inside. Brushing against the transparent silk of Marlena’s panties, John’s bent knuckle nearly drew a moan out of Marlena’s throat. She quickly bit it back, and was careful not to reach for her champagne too quickly. She couldn’t seem desperate. Not that his business partners were watching her. They were too busy talking to Victor and Kate. No, her careful act of control was for John’s benefit alone. Marlena wanted him to know that she could keep her composure. No matter how delicately he invaded her with searching fingers. They ran damp over the outer edge of her thigh and he began to remove her panties, one damning inch at a time. She kept her hand outsider the silk of John’s boxers. They slide over her fingers as she closed down on his hardening erection. Marlena copied his technique, fingers whispering across him even though they were both desperate to increase the pressure. Neither of them wanted to be the first to commit themselves. He slipped his hand across the ease the other side of her panties freed from her hips. She switched her weight to her feet just long enough for him to retrieved them down to her knees. They would be his souvenir later as they slid down to her ankles. He was entirely unencumbered now, and he paused only a moment. For Marlena, the moment stretched into eternity as she contemplated squeezing her revenge out of him. Sensing her growing desperation, John finally, finally caressed her aching wetness with the wonder of his fingers. Starting low, he worked his way up. Teasing Marlena as she increased the speed of her hand. She debated the wisdom of making him come first, giving her the glory of all of his attention. John had other plans. He caught that sensitive part and rolled it between two merciless fingers. Marlena’s hand clamped down around him out of desperation instead of concern for his pleasure. Judging by the flush in his cheek, and the edge to his breathing, she heard in the minimal distance between them, he was every bit as insane with sensation as Marlena was. Two of his fingers made their way inside, mimicking his motions from yesterday, his bent knuckle continued to massage Marlena up and down as he thrust his fingers up and in. Marlena stepped out of her panties with her heels. Either they were going to make a very embarrassing scene for John’s potential business partners, or there were going to be a mad retreat from the room. She stopped and withdrew her hand from him as she realized how close to the edge he was. John followed suit, leaving Marlena with a gaping emptiness that was physically painful. He caught her eye and flicked his gaze upward. The key to the hotel room that Marlena reserved for them was in her purse. She kicked her panties over to his shoe, making sure he knew she’d left something there with a brush of her foot against his ankle as Marlena retrieved the keys from the bottom of her purse.

 

After a few more minutes, Chris Williams and Jordan Martel bid farewell to their new business associates. John was so pleased into having them on board. John thanked Victor and the Australians for a wonderful evening and the Australians bid farewell to Marlena. Kate was eyeing John and Marlena, who can’t seem to get their hands off of each other. “So, are you two off to your home?” Victor asked John and Marlena. “No, not yet. I have a surprise for my husband.” Marlena answered as John looked at her in awe. “You do?” “Yes, I do.” “So I guess we should take off. I’ll see you in the morning John.” “Thanks Vic. I’ll see you tomorrow.” John said. “John, don’t you have some paper works to go through?” Kate asked, trying her best to put her plan in action tonight. “No, I already finished them in the office. Why don’t you go with Victor? I didn’t saw your car outside and it’s not good for women to hail a cab in this hour of the night.” “Why don’t you just drop me off? My place is only a block away from your penthouse.” Kate said. “We can’t. You see, my husband and I will be spending the night in the hotel room that I reserved. So we won’t be able to drop you off to your place.” John led Marlena to the elevator and they left Kate there, standing alone, cursing and wishing that Marlena be dead, so that she could have John all to herself. As soon as they got in the elevator, all pretense was gone. John gave Marlena a glimpse of the deep red silk of her former panties as he tucked them deeper into his pocket. Marlena pushed him back into the buttons as she devoured his lips. His silver tongue may be amazing in front of the investors, but it was even better against her own, searching the inside of her mouth. She groaned in frustration as she realized her enthusiasm has pushed every button in the damn elevator. They stopped at floor after floor, each time he slammed his elbow back into the close door button with a wicked grin. She decided not to waste any time and used both hands to undo his belt. The naked desire in his eyes increased to a blaze as her hands brushed against his fierce desire for her. The black straps of her heels caressed her ankles in a way John would give his own feet to do. As she shifted away from him, the slit in her long black skirt gives him a view of her legs that makes his mouth go dry. The curve of her calf muscle has the kind of fullness that John wanted to sink his teeth into, like ripe melon. Her knee was the harbinger of the smooth skin of her upper thigh, the kind of silk his fingers could only dreamt about. For one blissful second, his eyes caught the lace edge at the top of her stockings. The lace haunted John, teasing him with visions of sliding the stockings down, over her knee and off her perfect ankles. He undid the top button of his shirt, sweltering in his suit jacket. The air conditioner must be broken, but her hair was elegantly up on the back of her head and there wasn’t a trace of sweat on her neck. He closed his eyes, picturing her black skirt on the floor at her feet as she stepped out of it. Perfect in her nudity. When did he forget she was a goddess? John didn’t even notice the way his hands were reaching for her. The way he’d moved to be closer to her. The scent of her perfume filled the elevator, reminding him of lying in bed with her. Lying over her, that scent in his nose, her sweat on his lips. John’s hand’s on her shoulder. From the way she looked at it, John could tell she was as surprised by it as he was, but she didn’t move away. Those hazel eyes glistened beneath her eyelashes as she turned her glance from his profaning touch to his face. Meeting her eyes sent a jolt of heat through his body that made his jacket felt like an oven. There was a desert in his heart and she was the only rain. The only moisture. He was not even thinking, unaware of his own actions as he backed her to the wall. The space between their bodies was eternity. One of her breasts brushed against his chest and all of his senses coalesced into that touch. That precious contact. Her sigh, the breath escaping her lips was everything he wanted. It was life in that sigh of wanting. In the wetness of her tongue as it darted out from her lips.

 

The horrible ringing was Marlena’s cellular phone. “I have to get it.” she explained weakly as she ducked out and away. Snatching the phone from her hand, John smashed it against the wall of the elevator. His sudden violence surprised Marlena and she jumped back from him as the plastic fell to the bottom of the elevator. Clattering against the walls and the carpet. “I’ll replace it.” John said as he took a step forward. Closing the distance between them so Marlena could feel his belt buckle against her stomach. She could throw her arms around his neck, bruise his lips with the ferocity of her wanting but she didn’t. Marlena’s foot slipped of its own according, lodging between his feet. Bringing her that much closer. Near enough to feel his body pressed against hers. Insistent, but controlled. He was always controlled. Her foot caressed the inside of his ankle and it was his turn to sigh. John hadn’t stripped her with his eyes in years, but the look on his face was as familiar as the sensation of his hands against her skin. Phantom fingers traced up her spine as his eyes feasted on her neck. She was completely naked to his stare. John was not touching her yet. In a moment she would be begging him to. She could already feel the tension in her stomach. The rising heat he brought with each passing moment. His knee teased her inner thigh. His hand followed suit, rustling the fabric of her skirt as he squeezed the flesh of her thigh. She swallowed her gasp of pleasure. Another moment of contact brought another moan from the back of her throat. John’s hands dug into her hips, shoving her back against the wall. Wanting him hurts, a physical pain that begged to be soothed, but still she attempted vainly to resist. Turning his attention to her back, he could feel the delicate zipper of her dress. His fingers danced over it, taunting himself with how easy it would be to have her the way he saw her in his mind. He let his lips kiss the skin of her neck just beneath her ear. His tongue darted out to find the softness of her neck. Her breath shuddered in her chest. There was an agony between where they were and fulfillment. He kissed her neck, moving lazily to her face as her hand found the back of his neck. Marlena forced herself into his arms, pulling them both off balance, so they tumbled back to the wall. She wrapped a leg around his legs, pinning John to her. “I want you.” She hissed into his mouth, filling the space after her words with a searching tongue. They explored old ground, lips locking together like a puzzle finally placing its missing piece. It took an eternity to find the zipper on the back of her dress again. Giving up on that, John reached into the slit of her dress, searching for the lace stockings that were taunting him a moment ago. Marlena moaned as his hand fumbled into sensitive territory before finding the edge of her stocking. The lace was soft and gave way to John’s searching hand. Her leg was softer still, and the flesh of her thigh was supple and gave way. As John’s fingers tightened, her moan grew more urgent. Her little fingers reached up the back of his neck, pulling his head closer so she could sink her teeth into John’s lips. He forced her back against the wall of the elevator, finally finding the tiny metal tip of the zipper. The zipper gave way, humming its way down the s-curve of her back. Beneath it was just the perfect skin, her muscles hugging her bones, and the silky material of her corset. John pulled her dress down over her arms, freeing her left shoulder. Fighting away from her kisses, he attacked the skin he found there, heading his way down her arm as he pulled it from her sleeve. Marlena let him explore her hand with his lips before he returned the way he came. This time her left breast was exposed, since the corset barely covered them, and he could feel the swell of it over the red silk and lace of her corset. The sensitive nerves in his tongue told of the racing of her heart beneath her chest. He could feel the shuddering of her breath as well as listening to the way it quickened in her throat.

 

Her knees grew weak and she clung to John, pressing against him with the ferocity he’d been missing. She pulled out of the other arm of her dress, letting it fell away to her waist as she pulled his head up from her chest. Marlena’s eyes were open, huge in her face, desperate as she looked into his soul. They started on the buttons of John’s shirt together. Alternating their hurried hands as they fluttered their way down. Her hands slid inside as it opened, pulling our skin together as the hair of his chest met the smoothness of her. His grunt of pleasure might have been her name, but the word was lost as her tongue invaded his mouth. She yanked his shirt out of his pants. He tore her dress down her waist, pulling it tight over the curve of her hips. The catch of my fly was her next victim. She didn’t want to wait for her dress to be off. She was begging John with her tongue under the bone of his chin. Marlena’s teeth brushed John’s neck, and as his hands slipped beneath the skirt of her dress to prepare the way she bit down on his shoulder. “Oh god-” She moaned, breaking off the word to pant in anticipation. “Oh god-” Forgetting the stockings, John ran his hands up her inner thighs, hunting all the way up to her hips. He could taste her lipstick and a hint of her blood as they devoured each other’s lips again. He could live on the feast of her. He trailed down her neck, pretending to ignore her begging. There was sweat and moisture between her legs, and the trembling of impatience. It was more fun catching her off guard, and he used one hand to find and torture the nipple of one breast. Her moaning gained a shrill note, and John could hear the edge that would turn into a scream when he’d got her where he wanted her. John took one last chance to tease her, opening her with one dry, insistent finger. As he buried himself inside her, he finally got the scream she has been building towards. Bracing his feet, he shoved her against the wall, using that to help support her weight as he licked the taste of her off his finger. Marlena wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Hands digging into his back, nails scratching into his skin. John relished the sensation. Pain was the counterpoint to pleasure and the expression of their desperation. He leaned in, pressing up inside of her for everything he had before pulling away. She was on her tiptoes in her heels, grinding against John as he created a space between them. But John couldn’t stay there, his control was starting to slip away into the warmth of her. He started to speed up, and for one insane moment he pictured the elevator opening behind them. Other passengers staring at them open-mouthed as they enjoyed each other. He had to move faster, she was starting to tighten around him, and it would be a shame to let her cum alone. Marlena’s eyes were half-closed and the sweetness of her perfume was fading to the reality of sweat with its own sweetness. “Harder.” She demanded as she dug her hands into his shoulders. “John- harder…”

 

John slipped one hand down and up under her skirt, holding his thumb against her, teasing her as her body shifted. Her moaning deepened, coming from her chest now, and he was moaning with her. John was lost with her. The world condensed to her and the wetness inside of her. Her hands started to spasm, and the shudder worked its way up to her shoulders. She tightened around him and he moved faster, pressing his thumb against her harder, each motion exploding the intensity as her eyes snapped open. Those dammed hazel eyes reached in to clench around his heart as she involuntarily clenched down around him. Her scream didn’t even come from her throat. It was from somewhere inside those eyes. Her pupils expanded to fill John’s vision, black taking over as he let go, releasing hot and wet inside of her as he echoed with a scream of his own. Their hearts race, mutually struggling to come back from oblivion. He couldn’t tell her the feeling that settled over him. The way he felt whole as her head rested against his neck. A solitary drop of sweat ran down her chest and mixed with his own. John’s open palm rested against the cold wall of the elevator. The skin of her back was too heated to even feel the chill anymore. The air conditioner had been defeated by the heat between them. They slumped together, panting against the wall. They didn’t have anything to say, but their eyes spoke volumes. Hers told of satisfaction and victory. Marlena knew what she does to John. How John could make love to her for eternity and never be bored. Never be done. John wondered what his give up to her. John let himself wonder as he nuzzled her neck. The sweat curled the tiny hairs at her hairline, and the perfect knot was falling in dark curls down her neck. The goddess glowed under John’s touch. Radiating her light through him. But neither of them spoke. Her lips were gentle now, the kiss on his cheek said she loved me once. Her hand on her neck added that she could still. John kissed in the inner corner of her eye, then her nose. Replying that she was still John’s heart. Always.

 

Finally the chime of the door was the correct floor. Ignoring anyone else who might be foolishly traversing the corridor they ran to their room. John shoved Marlena against the door, reminding her that there were sensitive parts of her body above her waist as one of his hands dove boldly down the neckline of her dress. The door flew open and they tumbled inside. Marlena slammed the door and tore off his jacket as John reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. John ripped them, not wanting to prolong the moment they created from the Penthouse Grille. Carried away by their own desperation, his shirt went the way of Marlena’s dress. Housekeeping was going to have a fit with the buttons in the carpet. His chest was bare and he undid the laces of her corset with the speed of a practiced hand. He leaned over her, finishing her lips off as the final course of their meal, as he stepped out of his pants. Marlena reached to pull him down to the bed on top of her, if he doesn’t remove the longing from her it’ll certainly crawl up to her heart and make it stop beating. John stopped, paused over Marlena only a second from climax. His gaze burned into my soul, marking her forever. “I’ve never wanted you more.” There was no arrogance in his tone. None of his cultivated confidence. it’s the truth, and nothing he has said has ever been sexier. Nothing has made her whole body scream for him like this before. They were so close that they cried out together as they touch. She pulled him in, drawing him deeper into her as they pushed against the bed. Her arms were around his naked shoulders, her breasts flattened against the friction of his chest. “Oh god-” But god’s not the one she wanted. God was not the one electrifying every muscle of her legs. He was not the answer to her prayers. John was and he was in her and she was around him. They shared their breath as they forgot to part lips. He was moaning and Marlena was screaming into his neck. She collapsed around John as he exploded to fill the space within her. It was the kind of climax that explodes inside her head. So intense she thought she had been blinded as she sobbed for breath. After the intense love making, they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces and promises of meeting each other in their dreams.

 

~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~