The rain lashed against the windows of the penthouse suite, obscuring the view of the city below. Inside, the air crackled with a tension that was almost palpable. Sophie, clad only in a white g-string and a thin white t-shirt, glided across the room, her movements a sinuous dance. Rob, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger, watched her, every nerve in his body alight.
He imagined the eyes of the city watching them, hidden behind the rain-streaked glass. The anonymous gazes, fueled by the storm, adding a frisson of danger to their clandestine encounter. It seemed like only hours ago he'd first seen her, a vision in shimmering showgirl costume, her movements mesmerizing the crowd at the charity gala. He, a prominent businessman, had been captivated, drawn to her raw energy, her defiant spirit.
They were still in the hotel where the gala had been held.
This was his usual suite, a sanctuary of luxury and discretion, where he often entertained business associates. Tonight, however, it held a different kind of electricity, a raw, primal energy that pulsed through him.
Sophie had accepted his invitation with a mischievous glint in her eye, and he'd wasted no time in bringing her here, eager to explore the forbidden desires that had ignited between them.
Now, the rain seemed to have intensified, mirroring the storm brewing within him. He yearned to possess her, to lose himself in the heat of her passion.
Sophie seemed to sense his thoughts, her gaze flickering towards the window, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do you like the view, Rob?" she purred, her voice a sultry whisper.
He groaned, his hands tightening on the edge of the desk. "The view is breathtaking, Sophie." He couldn't believe she was here, in his suite, in his space, with this woman he'd met only a few hours ago.
She moved closer, her body brushing against his, sending shivers down his spine. "Perhaps we should give them a show."
Rob's breath hitched. "A show?"
Sophie smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "A little exhibitionism never hurt anyone."
She began to undress slowly, deliberately, each movement a calculated tease. The t-shirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her breasts, barely contained by the thin fabric of the g-string. Rob watched, mesmerized, his senses reeling. He could almost feel the unseen eyes upon them, their collective breath catching in anticipation.
Sophie reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his body. "Join me, Rob. Let them watch."
He couldn't resist. He tore off his shirt, his movements mirroring hers, a primal dance of seduction. The rain continued to fall, a rhythmic counterpoint to their passionate movements.
Then, with a deliberate slowness, Sophie reached for the waistband of the g-string. Her fingers, cool and smooth against her skin, traced the delicate lace, sending a jolt of pure electricity through Rob. He watched, transfixed, as she slid the string down her hips, the white fabric dropped at her feet.
Sophie turned and faced the large window, her back to Rob. She slowly lowered herself onto the bed, her movements fluid and graceful. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she raised her arms above her head, arching her back. Slowly, sensually, she spread her legs wider, inviting the unseen eyes to feast upon the intimate view.
Rob caught a glimpse of movement in the window of the building opposite. A figure stood silhouetted against the rain-streaked glass, their eyes fixed on Sophie. A thrill of excitement shot through Rob. The element of danger, the knowledge that someone was watching, added a new dimension to their already intense encounter. He leaned closer to Sophie, his breath hot against her ear. "Someone's watching, darling," he whispered, his voice a low growl.
Sophie's eyes widened, a playful glint in her eyes. She leaned back into Rob, her body arching against his. "Good," she purred, "let them watch you fuck me’
Her body, lithe and strong, was now completely bare, every curve illuminated by the soft glow of the penthouse lights. Rob felt a primal urge, a desire that threatened to consume him whole. He yearned to touch her, to taste her, to lose himself in the heat of her passion.
He approached her from behind, his hands cupping her breasts. "For them," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Sophie leaned back into his touch, her head thrown back in a silent plea. Rob lowered himself onto the bed behind her, his body pressing against hers. He felt the warmth of her skin against his, the subtle scent of her perfume intoxicating him.
He took his cock in his hands and gently started to rub it across her wet pussy. ‘I wanted you to fuck me as soon as we started talking tonight’ she said as he began to push himself inside her. Feeling her heat, her tightness and her body arched as he was fully inside her.
As they moved together, their bodies a symphony of rhythm and desire, Sophie let out a low moan, a sound that seemed to echo through the storm-swept city.
The unseen eyes, fueled by the rain and the night, bore witness to their passionate embrace, a forbidden spectacle in the heart of the city.
A whirlwind romance, born under the glittering lights of charity, now played out in the tempestuous embrace of the night.
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