I Wish I'd Written This . . .Re-Post

"This way -- in here."

His urgency was apparent as he caught me in a firm grasp just above my elbow and guided me into the room -- his room. Then he shut the door and we were alone.

I could feel my heart beating faster as he approached me from behind.  His voice, low and reassuring, was gentle.

"Just relax," he murmured and, with no further warning, reached down. I felt his strong hands at my ankles, gently probing, moving upward along my calves--slowly, oh , so slowly.

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 rib cage. 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, this is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge...a man who won't take no for an answer...a man who will tell me what he wants...who will look into my soul and say... 

"Okay, ma'am, all done."

My eyes snapped open. He was standing in front of me, smiling and holding out my purse.  

"You may board your flight now."

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This is one of those funny things that floats around the internet. I don't know who wrote it.  The photos aren't by me either but by Louisa Stokes and Unknown.