Strip View Secrets

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of the suite, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent thrum in my veins. We’d checked into the Grand Vista Hotel earlier that evening, a necessary evil for the upcoming merger negotiations. The room itself was opulent, a decadent explosion of velvet, chrome, and panoramic city views. As I dropped our luggage onto the plush, oversized ottoman, a wave of something primal, something deliciously forbidden, washed over me. This wasn't just a business trip; this was an opportunity. An opportunity to indulge in the simmering desire that had been building between Lisa and me for months.

“Shush!” she hissed, her voice a silken whisper, pulling me back from the brink of reckless abandon. “You forget that I’ve worked for you for a while now, and I know about your ‘rules’ when it comes to interaction with your coworkers.”

Her words, laced with playful warning, only intensified my resolve. Lisa was stunning – a statuesque blonde with intelligent, captivating eyes and a sharp wit that could cut through the most rigid corporate facade. There was a magnetic pull between us, a silent acknowledgment of the forbidden fruit we both craved.

Without hesitation, I moved towards the bathroom, the scent of expensive lotion and something subtly floral clinging to the air. She emerged moments later, draped in a tiny, almost scandalous, pink silk nightgown. The garment barely covered her rear, hinting at the curves beneath, and as she stepped onto the balcony, the rain-slicked glass reflecting the city lights, she seemed to radiate an intoxicating heat. Her posture was languid, leaning forward, her nightgown riding up slightly, exposing a sliver of pale skin at her collarbone.

I couldn't resist. I moved behind her, my hand reaching out to gently trace the line of her thigh. “You and I both know that nothing should happen,” she murmured, her voice laced with both pleasure and restraint. “It would make working together awkward.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. I slowly unbuttoned my own shirt, pulling it open to reveal the taut expanse of my chest. As I reached around her waist, wrapping the leather belt that held my shirt closed around her wrists, she visibly tensed, a tremor running through her body. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“We really shouldn’t,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the glittering cityscape below. The rain had intensified, blurring the lights into a hazy, dreamlike glow. The distance between us seemed to shrink, the air thickening with unspoken desire. Feeling the familiar heat building within me, I lowered my head, pressing my lips against her neck, nibbling gently on her skin. Her body responded instinctively, arching slightly as she leaned into my touch.

Then, without warning, I pulled away, grabbing the nightgown and tearing at the delicate fabric. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one,” I said, my voice low and husky. As the nightgown ripped open, exposing her pale breasts, I leaned down, pressing my teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. A moan escaped her lips, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. The scent of her skin, mingled with the rain and the expensive perfume she wore, filled my senses.

My hands moved down her body, exploring the smooth curve of her stomach, tracing the line of her hips. My fingers brushed against her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. With a swift movement, I pinned her against the railing, her body pressed against mine, the cool metal of the balcony a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her skin. My hand found purchase on the railing, securing her wrists while my other hand began to grind against her ass, the thin fabric of my pants offering little protection.

As she moaned, her body quivered with pleasure, I increased the pressure, focusing on the sensitive area beneath her hips. The rain continued to fall, washing over us, yet we remained oblivious, lost in the intensity of the moment. The city lights blurred into a single, dazzling spectacle, reflecting in her wide, dilated pupils.

With a final, desperate thrust, I plunged my penis deep into her, feeling her body tingle and spasm beneath me. Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, while her legs arched, seeking a deeper connection. As we reached the peak of our arousal, we locked eyes, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The world outside the window faded away, leaving only us, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of our forbidden encounter.

We retreated indoors, seeking refuge in the plush confines of the master bathroom. The hot water of the shower cascaded over us, momentarily washing away the lingering heat. As I leaned against her, my hand gently caressing her waist, she leaned back into me, her head resting on my chest. A stolen kiss sealed the moment, a silent promise of what was to come.

My fingers explored her lower body, tracing the contours of her hips and thighs, feeling her skin tingle beneath my touch. The kiss broke as she shuddered in my arms, pulling away to stand on her toes. Reaching out, I guided my erection towards her, allowing it to slide between her outer lips. The sensation was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

As we continued, the thrusts grew more frantic, more desperate, our bodies intertwined in a symphony of pleasure and release. Her eyes widened in response, reflecting the intensity of the moment. We clung to each other, breathless and exhausted, as we rode the waves of ecstasy.

The final moments were a blur of sensation, a frenzied dance of pleasure and pain. As she climaxed, her body convulsed, her moans echoing through the room. I held her close, savoring the moment, before releasing her, allowing her to catch her breath.

Looking out at the city, the rain had finally subsided, leaving behind a shimmering sheen on the wet streets. We had found solace in each other's arms, a temporary escape from the pressures of our demanding lives. As we stood there, bathed in the pale moonlight, I knew that this business trip had yielded far more than just a merger agreement. It had given us something far more precious: a shared secret, a forbidden pleasure, and a connection that would forever bind us together.

The start of a wonderful weekend awaited us, filled with stolen moments and passionate embraces. The rain may have stopped, but the storm within us had only just begun.

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