by storysman 01/09/02
Alicea stood behind her husband, hand on his back, as he spoke to the clerk behind the desk. The folks scattered around offered their congratulations as they passed by the newly married couple. Alicea had insisted on remaining in their wedding clothes the entire night. That is, the entire night up until now. Once they reached their room, she didn't expect to remain in her white dress for long.
Her husband broke her contact to sign the charge slip. Tonight, they would make love. Tomorrow, they would be off on their honeymoon.
Alicea took a step back from the counter and looked around the lobby.
A man was staring.
She met his gaze with a smile, figuring he was amused by the sight of the newlyweds. But his look didn't alter.
What was it?
Something about his face struck a whisper in her thoughts. She knew what his expression meant, but couldn't seem to recall it. His intensity seared the atmosphere. His unblinking eyes suggested he was thinking about...
Alicea broke her gaze.
He wanted to fuck her.
She had been oblivious to the desires of men since she started dating Tom. She knew very quickly he was special and lost interest in other men rather quickly. She had forgotten, or hadn't noticed, that men loved to look at her. That men wanted to fuck her.
But what was she worried about? She was married now! Quite obviously married! She looked again at the man, who had never stopped his stare. She noticed his face this time. He was handsome, and dark. His hair was jet black, and his eyes seemed to match. Why did he just stare? Why didn't he smile or make some obscene gesture.
Alicea realized she had been staring back at the man for a good length of time when Tom touched her on the shoulder. She smiled at her husband, then followed him to the room.
She was quite aroused.
She fucked her husband well. The newlyweds made love passionately, loudly, and wildly. Tom fucked her in the bed, then on the floor, and then finally, in the tub. They drifted into sleep as their naked bodies clung to one another.
Alicea stirred when the water grew cold. She stood up in the tub, dangling her dripping breasts over her husband. She laughed as she viewed her wrinkly skin in the mirror, then stopped as she toyed with the chain Tom had given her before the wedding. She didn't know its origin, but he told her it was an ancient bond of love. As long as she wore it, the two would be inseparable. She held it, bounced it off her firm breasts, and tried to fit a breast through its loop. Somehow, she felt Tom was touching her each time the chain made contact with her flesh.
She walked into the bedroom, and pulled a short, golden silk robe out from her bag. She wrapped her naked body its smooth touch. She sat down on the bed, causing the robe to creep above her thighs and reveal some of her pussy. She smiled at how revealing it was. Tom was going to love her in this, or more accurately, fuck her in this.
The sounds of the running shower pulled Alicea from her dreamy, erotic mood. She thought about jumping her husband in the steamy downpour, but realized she was incredible thirsty. She reached for her purse and pulled out some change. She decided to grab a quick sip of iced tea, then see if her husband needed any help in washing.
She stepped out into the hall, forgetting the sheer nature of the robe. She hurriedly walked to twenty feet or so to the nearest vending machine. She dropped in her change, and bent over to grab her purchase.
A door creaked down the hall as she lifted the can. She turned her head towards the sound.
It was him.
The stranger walked towards her, his stride indicating confidence or indifference, she wasn't sure which. But his fixed eyes led her to believe it was confidence.
Alicea failed to stand until the stranger was nearly to her. She rose as he pulled even with her, turning her head and keeping her eyes fixed on his. Something about his stare... so mysterious... so alluring... so lustful, yet so unthreatening.
Alicea was too numb to respond. The stranger continued his walk down the hall. A cool draft spread up Alicea's leg and tickled the hairs between her legs.
He had seen her ass.
She realized the robe must have been several inches too short while she was bent over in front of the machine. Her bare ass curved deliciously into view in that position -- she knew from the various poses she performed in front of the mirror. Then she realized something more significant. He had seen her pussy. She had seen the enticing folds of her cunt peeping from under her ass. He had to seen it.
Alicea raced back to her room, back to her husband.
Tom had been happy to fuck his scantily clad wife yet again. Alicea had appeared in the bathroom, and gave him a small show. She bent over like she had at the machine, asking her husband, "Do you think this is too short?" His obviously said "No." Then she asked, "Doesn't this chain go well with it?" And proceeded to open the front, exposing the chain and her breasts. She dangled her husband's gift across her nipples.
Tom gulped his answer. Alicea dropped the robe to the floor, then stepped into the steam with her husband.
She had forgotten the encounter with the stranger the night before. She awoke, her naked body pressed against her naked husband, and thought only about her happiness and the future that awaited them. She headed for the bathroom, and noticed the golden robe lying on the floor. The thought of the stranger returned. She must have given him quite a thrill! She pulled the robe over her, remembering the look of the man as she did.
She bent over at the knees, looking back towards the mirror. Sure enough, her ass revealed itself quickly. Her pussy followed right behind. She felt a wave of heat spread across her at the sight. She stood back up and eyed herself in the mirror. She noticed her hardened nipples through the silk, and began playing with the robe. She exposed more of her breast, then less. She tested the limits of how loosely she could tie the front without exposing herself too much. She enjoyed the spectacle of her cleavage.
Without thinking, her left hand slipped under the silk and gently massaged her left breast. She couldn't stop thinking about the stranger, and how excited her would be if he could see her like this! The gold fabric hung delicately at the side off her naked breast, folding with it's rising and falling motion. She pictured his face gazing intently at her... at her chest. "He may have seen my pussy, but he hasn't seen these!"
He right hand slid up her thigh, and under the robe. She rubbed her pussy and stared at her beautiful body jiggle. The robe remained barely tied across the front. She saw a lustful look in her eye. Was that how she returned his lustful stares? She closed her eyes at the thought.
She felt his eyes upon her now. The existed in her thoughts. She pretended he was on the other side of the mirror, watching her bobbing tits... watching her pleasure herself. She slipped a finger into her cunt.
What if it was his finger?
"Oooh..." she rammed it into her, bucking her hips against her hand.
What if it was his penis?
Alicea stopped. She quickly closed her robe and headed to the bedroom. She didn't look at her husband as she pulled on a pair of shorts and covered her naked breasts with a light sweater. She would go down and get some coffee... she would go down and forget the thoughts she just thought.
Alicea took the coffee from the girl behind the desk. She sipped the hot liquid, hoping to rest her quivering body. The heat only seemed to compound her already flushed skin. She turned, and headed for the elevator.
The stranger stood at the door. The elevator had come down, but he didn't get off.
She stepped inside, secure only in the fact an elderly couple got on with her. She refused to look at the man, but knew his eyes were on her. She FELT his eyes on her.
Her heart pounded beneath the sweater. Her hand shook as she brought the coffee to her lips. She bit her lip as she felt a tingling between her legs. It grew, as if fingers were brushing against the folds, sending shivering waves through her body. Her pussy acted alone, as if it knew it had been seen, and wanted to be seen again. She sipped again from the coffee, unaware the elevator had stopped.
The old couple stepped off. No one else got on. The elevator continued upwards. Alicea knew she had to at least glance at the man. If not, he would know he got to her. She prepared herself to smile slightly. She forced her head to move slowly towards him, expecting him to be wearing a huge grin and say something crass.
He stared back.
As if his eyes had never left her, he stared back. As if they had no other purpose, they stared back. Alicea felt a pounding sensation hit her from head to toe. She was going to smile then look away. She didn't smile. She didn't look away.
Alicea stared into his eyes, and knew she was naked to him. She had on no clothes, and he had the real experience of her naked beauty to strengthen the weakest imagination. She had never witnessed so bold a statement of a man's lust for her, yet he had not spoken a single word.
And she didn't look away.
The elevator stopped at her floor. The door opened. Alicea was supposed to move. The man did. He moved to about an inch from her. The door closed. Alicea felt her cunt throbbing She felt her nipples burning.
He kissed her.
He didn't move with attack or over-zealous lust. he simply pressed his lips against hers, and kissed. She kissed back. She felt her moist lips meet his, and slide smoothly across them.
The door opened. The next floor. A man and his son entered. The stranger had broken his kiss with the opening of the door, and looked with Alicea at the intruders. An eternity seemed to pass by. Alicea eyed the open door. Every sensible impulse in her told her to go through it. She moved forward, and was stopped by the stranger's unnoticing body.
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