11:15PM

I opened the door to the room. The curtains were not drawn so the beautiful cityscape could easily be seen. I loved the city at night. All lit up like an army of fireflies; miles of christmas tree lights strung together and wrapped around all the cold stone and metal buildings. I kicked off my shoes and told him to sit on the ottoman. I straddled him, making sure he felt the heat between my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties but didn't want him entering me...yet. I just wanted to feel him become harder and harder. I commenced kissing him again, still using my hands to hold his away from me. I didn't want him to touch me. Touching could be construed as caressing; some gentle feelings between us. He was just a toy...a means to an end, and I wanted him to know that. Maybe I'd let him squeeze my ass later but right now, I was not about to let that happen. The kissing became hard and more passionate. I let a moan escape; I couldn't help myself. It was good. I stood up, unzipped his pants, and put my mouth on him. He was so erect he could've broken a vase if he knocked into it with that thing. I stroked him with my tongue, just getting a feel for it. Then, I put my hands around it...squeezing and sucking, my nipples getting harder, feeling wetness escaping onto my inner thighs. He still hadn't touched me...