"It is my turn to please you Chris. You can have me now." Perhaps it was the timing of my cycle, that mid-month surge of estrogen and testosterone that turns a woman into a biological seeker, ready to submit to her mate.
Chris caught my eyes with a wicked, knowing tease in his eyes. He leaned down and nipped at my earlobe, "Not now, Rani. I'm going to have you tonight... until then, I'm going to let your desires brew for me."
He pulled the covers over us, drawing me into his chest. I realized then that he was playing a much longer game. He wanted my sexual dam to fill up to the very brink through the night, just so he could be the one to burst it wide open once the sun went down.
I fell into a deep sleep in his arms, the anticipation already beginning to take over my mind. I wanted him to feel like a lion king of my domain.
DINNER SHOW
Chris's lips on my cheeks finally pulled me out of my intoxicating nap at 5:00 PM. I felt like I was floating, my body still immersed in the afternoon indulgences.
"Wake up, birthday girl," he murmured. "I have a nice evening planned. A little music, some dancing, and a dinner that doesn't come in a takeout box."
I stretched my arms with a yawn as my loose robe unraveled for a breasts peek show. "Why won't you let me sleep on my birthday vacation?" I sat up, clutching the robe to my chest. "Chris, all this for dinner? Let's just get room service and stay here. I want you, and nothing else in this glass palace."
"I know," he said in his mischievous eyes. "But I want to take you out. I want to see you in the light. Trust me, you'll enjoy it. We have the entire night for passion." I reluctantly put on my clothes, teasing him, to take me right there. He just watched me sitting calmly from his chair. Should I just pounce him? I decided to stick with his plan. I trust him.
"Can I just wear what I came in?" I asked, too lazy for a transformation. "The skirt is casual and nice for a restaurant, isn't it?"
Chris, a man with a plan, laughed, "No. At 6:00 PM, you're heading to a boutique just around the corner. They have a selection waiting for you, and a stylist next door for a touch up. You don't have to do anything fancy."
Chris and I walked out of the hotel and into a boutique that felt more like an art gallery, expensive perfume and silence. "I told them to have a few sets lined up based on my description of your body size," Chris whispered as the staff greeted him by name. "Sexy cocktail dresses, sandals, lingerie. I want to show you off tonight, Rani."
I stared at him, trying to understand his intent. Was I a trophy? Or was this his way of giving me the "princess" experience he thought I deserved? He suggested I get ready there, and they would box up my current clothes. "I'll see you back at the hotel, while I grab a coffee and get ready myself."
I began to browse their selection of "sexy" cocktail dresses, with barely any fabric that were designed for being revealing not covering. How will I keep my privates from screaming out to the world? Seeing my hesitation, they led me to a limited collection for my frame.
I found an elegant high-low, knee-length midi dress made of silk crepe. It was a solid, baby blue, Ocean Mist, the color of a summer sky. It was also more reasonably priced. The contrast against my brown-bronze skin was refreshing like a blue moon in the dark night. It had daring features of a deep neckline that celebrated my curves, sheer silk crepe back showing off my bra and a hemline that showed off my left thighs, well above my knees.
Their shoe collection of high heels looked like torture, opting instead for a pair of silver high wedge sandals to be able to walk and dance as Chris wanted. Remembering Chris's desire for me to feel "sexy," I selected a sheer, delicate set of blue lace bra and panty, built with the purpose of showing off in private. It felt like a tease from behind the silk crepe. I was feeling sexy, and comfortable. I hope Chris was not expecting a more slutty look.
The stylist next door appreciated the natural glow of my skin, keeping the makeup minimalist. A tinted moisturizer, a sweep of mascara, sharp eyeliner, and a light blush that mimicked my natural glow. She rewashed and blow-dried my dark waves until they shone, pinning back two delicate strands to frame my face and securing a small center bun with a matching blue ribbon. The rest she left open and flowing, cascading down my back exactly the way I felt most beautiful. She chose a contrasting coral lipstick plus nail polish and provided me with sampler perfume to complete my look.
When I looked in the mirror, I was a woman of the city, radiant in silk and lace, ready to see if the "American Knight" could continue to restrain himself till the night.
I grabbed my bag of old clothes, headed back to the hotel, the light blue silk of my dress flowing freely against my legs, giving me a feminine swagger of a runway model. I found Chris waiting at the lobby bar, looking like a high-powered executive, wearing smart black jeans with a textured cream shirt and a jacket in a surprising shade of blue that complemented my outfit. The moment he saw me, his eyes stared at me with a mix of pride and hunger. He didn't care about the crowd, grabbing hold of me in the middle of the lobby and kissing me deeply. I felt a rush of half-embarrassment, half-thrill and hugged him tight, burying my face in his chest to hide from a public display.
"You look stunning, Rani," he whispered, pulling back just enough to admire my ;american city girl transformation.
He led me to a sofa in the lounge and produced a velvet box. Inside, resting on the silk lining, was a shimmering three layered diamond necklace, dangling earrings, a matching three row bracelet and two silver anklets adorned with composite diamonds. I stared at them in total shock and nodded my head. "No, No, No, Chris, why are you doing this? This is too much."
"You accepted the experience, Rani," he reminded me, his voice firm but kind. "I'm just delivering. Besides," he added with a wink, "don't let the sparkle intimidate you. These are the new lab diamonds, same material, beautiful, but a tiny fraction of the price of the sets I've had to buy my wife over the years. Think of them as part of the evening's costume." He put a finger on my lips, "Enjoy it."
I allowed my king to fasten the necklace and gently hold up my feet to put on the anklets. I didn't really see myself in this state, but felt transformed into Chris' queen. "They look priceless on you."
We left the boxes for the bellboy to take to the suite and caught a Black Uber to a Mediterranean lounge downtown. The place was large and eclectic, packed with beautiful people, the scent of hookah hanging in the air, and a DJ spinning a seamless mix of hip-hop and electronica. Chris stayed close, his hand either firmly in mine or resting possessively on the small of my back. He was showing me off, his body language making it clear to the room that I belonged to him. Every so often, he would lift my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles while staring at me with pure appreciation.
As we slid into our booth, I jokingly scolded him for the "sexy" dress options he'd requested at the boutique. "I saw those other dresses, they were barely there! Were you trying to see how much of my skin you could show off to the world?"
He laughed, leaning in close. "I promise, I had no control over what they pulled. I didn't realize 'sexy cocktail' meant 'slutty' in that shop. I trusted you'd pick the right one. You look very elegant.". I leaned in to peck him on his cheek, "I will keep thanking you again for this amazing day." And with a tease in my eyes, I whispered "till you wrap my naked body around you, completely drenched in our juices." I grabbed his neck tight and pressed hard against his body. I was brewing nicely for Chris. He was enjoying it.
We enjoyed the ambiance as I started with a fancy blue cocktail that arrived with smoke swirling around the glass, followed by a crisp pink martini that kept flowing. Chris stuck to a high-end Old Fashioned. We shared plates of perfectly seasoned falafel and veggie and lamb kababs.
We finished our meal with a sticky, gooey date cake layered with white chocolate crunchy wafers and caramel drizzle that was borderline sexual in our personal context of a melted brown sugar tangled between my white sugar knight. We joked and laughed naughtily how our bodies will taste after a few of these. I told Chris how I enjoyed discos in India, dancing to raunchy and romantic bollywood numbers was a great way to socialize and loosen up. Between the sugar and the spirits high, I dragged him toward the dance floor.
We danced for nearly an hour. During the fast sets, I let loose, my hair flying and the silk dress flowing well with my hip gyrating and seductive bollywood dance moves, rubbing against his body. During the occasional romantic songs, we became a single shadow, tangled together, swaying in the dim light. We kissed wildly on the dance floor, Chris hands explored my body as I pushed my chest on him, feeling his arousal, oblivious to the crowd who were clearly staring. They knew that I was going to be ravished by this man tonight. But, I was enjoying the freedom of being the woman he saw when he looked at me and he was feeling so proud to see me enjoy his birthday treat.
Between the music and the heat of his body, I grabbed his jaw tight pulled him to my lips and whispered into his ear,
"I am feeling so happy. It is already night. Take me back, please." I begged, tipsy and fully brewed for his passion.
HIGH RISE EXHIBITION
When we entered the penthouse, the city was glowing with lights highlighted with a romantic reflection of the quarter moon in the water. Chris walked me straight to the massive floor-to-ceiling window. He dimmed the interior lights, our reflections appeared in the glass, suspended over the city. He pulled me against him, his hands sliding over the silk of my dress, and kissed me with a desperate passion. I pulled on him tight, our kisses were wet, tongues exploring deep, I bit into his neck, hungry for his body. My senses were taken over by lust, letting my body loose into his submission. He held me tight by the waist.
"Are you ready to come out of this dress, Rani?" he whispered, his breath ticklish against my ear.
I hesitated, looking at the dark office building a block away. "Can we shut the lights off and the curtains? What if someone sees?"
Chris let out a mischievous chuckle. "That's the point, isn't it? To be seen. The city is empty, the water is distant, I am up here worshipping my goddess... showing this ritual is a part of the experience." I felt a surge of shyness, the "good Indian girl" in me wanting to hide. My hormones made the danger feel like an aphrodisiac. I also recalled the effort he had put into the day. This chemical mix silenced my inhibitions, feeling like a bold lioness and indifferent to the world gaze.
"I am yours," I surrendered completely. "I have enjoyed every second of your experience. Please do not stop. I trust you. Take what you want, how you want." speaking like a true sugar in submission.
He reached behind me, slowly lowering the zipper. The blue silk crepe fell to the floor leaving me standing in the sheer blue lace lingerie and the diamonds glittered against my skin. Chris turned me facing the window and cuddled me from behind. We watched our reflection, my bronze body framed by his open shirt chest against the city lights. I saw my reflection for the first time, shining diamonds on my nearly naked body, his hands tracing my lace covered breasts and lips nibbling on my ear lobes and back of my neck. It felt like we were in a erotic movie.
He led me to the chaise lounge near the glass. He undressed quickly with his eyes never leaving mine. When he stood before me, his long, hard cock was screaming for my attention. I leaned forward, smelling his musky presence, perhaps from the heat building up during dancing. I gently touched his hard shaft with my finger tips. I looked at him once again to start with pecking and then giving him slow, deliberate licks, savoring the salt and the heat of him. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair making sure he could see me savouring his built up raw energy.
Then, he swapped places with me. He knelt between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulled my sheer lace panties aside. He buried his face in me, his tongue finding my clit with a hunger that made me cry out. I was right on the edge of my third orgasm of the day, my hips bucking against the chaise, when he suddenly stopped.
"Not yet," he panted.
He stood up, pulled me to my feet, and turned me toward the window, bending me down as I pressed my palms against the cool, smooth glass. He stepped behind me, pulled my panties to my knees and spread them slightly. His hands grabbed my hips, his knees bent down to make his erection meet my wet pussy from behind. The first thrust was powerful as I gasped. I saw him through the reflection, pure animalistic.
"Fuck me hard." Giving him permission. He used all his energy to thrust inside me while he pulled my hips, wanting to be completely inside me. His groin slapped on my hips with long intervals.
I looked out at the cars moving like tiny ants below, the dark windows of the nearby tower, and for a second, I panicked, looking for observers. But as he established a heavy, pounding rhythm, the fear evaporated. His fingers dug into my skin, anchoring me as he devoured me over the riverfront. He was grunting and panting between my screams escaping me at every thrust, as if we were calling out to the city to seek attention at our dance of passion.
The paused orgasm returned as I watched our raw pounding and moaning bodies in the glass. I was looking at my eyes in reflection of a woman in a trance state, as I let out a scream that echoed against the pane. My legs shivered violently, my body clenching around him in an orgasm as he held me tight against the glass.
He aggressively pulled my trembling body to the chaise lounge. I let my panties fall. He lay back against the velvet upholstery, his chest panting, and pulled me over him until I was straddling his hips. I collapsed on his sweaty chest for a few minutes, feeling both our hearts beating, as I recovered from the aftershocks of the orgasm. I could feel his thick, throbbing cock buried between my thighs, teasing my swollen pussy folds, eagerly waiting for re-entry. The friction of his skin against mine, slick with sweat, reignited the fire.
I pushed myself up, folded my legs into a squatting position and guided him back inside me with a slow dip. The sensation of him filling me again was overwhelming. I began to bounce above him, my hands leaning heavily on his broad shoulders for leverage. Chris met my movements perfectly, his hips thrusting upward in rhythmic synchronized slaps that turned our gentle pace into a session of hard pounding.
Chris unclipped my sheer blue bra, discarding it so he could finally have full access to my breasts. He pulled me down toward him, his mouth capturing one nipple and then the other, sucking and teasing them into tight peaks as I continued to drive myself onto him. The combination of the deep, internal lust and the sharp pull of his teeth on my breasts sent me into another trance.
My muscles eventually began to tire from the exertion, but Chris wasn't finished. He took control, his powerful hands locking onto my hips with a possessive grip. He began pounding upward with a primal force, lifting my light frame with every surge. My breasts bounced in joy for his entertainment. He was enjoying looking at my body up and down reacting to his pounding. He seemed to have a sense of pride in making me lose control. I leaned forward with my elbows on his sweaty chest, my hair tickling his face and shoulders, my moans vibrating between my lips buried in his neck.
With a loud animalistic growl, Chris finally exploded inside me. I felt the heat of his release pulsing deep within my walls as he arched his back, holding me tightly against him. We stayed together for a long time afterward, breathing in the quiet of the penthouse, watching our love juices trickle out of my dark brown labia down the bronze skin of my thighs and onto him.
After lingering on the chair for what felt like a long time, our bodies cooled but still connected as his ling (cock) was still resting deep within my yoni (pussy). It was nearly midnight, but it was still my birthday.
Chris smiled, a look of pure devotion in his eyes. He stood up, lifting me effortlessly in his arms, and carried me to the center of the massive bed. He laid me down against the cool sheets and hovered over me, legs between mine. In a low voice he began to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. I laughed loud, and pulled him down for a thank you kiss.
That kiss quickly deepened, evolving into our final round of missionary sex for the night. His experience outshined as he alternated between slow deep strokes that made me gasp and rapid hard thrusts that sent my head spinning and screaming his name. He pinned my legs back, spreading them wide under his strong hands to ensure he could bottom out with every surge.
I always felt full with his throbbing length, the friction was intense and the rhythms played the dance in my clit. He pumped into me with his stamina and force for what felt like an eternity. His eyes locked on mine as he watched the pleasure take over.
In the final gesture of giving the man his show, I said, "Let me flip over." I turned around on my knees and hands, facing the window. Chris immediately placed himself behind me and entered me with full force like a lion on his lioness. He continued his rapid thrusts inside me holding my hands tight as my upper body held by his strength. I saw my breasts swinging in my reflection. Finally, with a guttural groan, we exploded together for one last, violent, and beautiful release to mark the end of my twenty-fifth year. We collapsed into the pillows, a tangled mess of sweat.
"So, Chris," I whispered, my hands laying dead on his chest. "Was your exhibition successful? Did you get what you wanted?"
"The world got a glimpse of the goddess," he murmured. "Hopefully they saw my dedicated worship of this beauty. And honestly? I think the city is jealous."
With that, he reached over to the remote to kill the last of the lights and shut the curtains. He pulled the duvet over us and shields us back into our private world. The temple was closed, and my birthday festival was over.
The next morning was lazy and cozy. We ordered a healthy breakfast of fruits and pastry in bed and lazily wandered in for a late morning shower. I wore my black linen salwar suit with pretty sequins and sat beside him on the fancy leather couch. In the greed of using the luxurious facilities beyond just our lust and gluttony, I insisted on watching a comedy movie on their large screen before we checked out at 2 PM.
"Rani, I believe we will not see each other for two weeks now. I know your classes are starting and I have some plans with kids over labor day. Then I have a road trip to New York." Chris talked, as I nodded, bringing my senses back to the real world.
"Can we have a quickie? We have 15 minutes for checkout." He smirked. I giggled in acceptance. I was a woman completely immersed in my lover, a sacred relationship, force of nature. Our worlds did not matter for a little bit more.