Happy Birthday my dear friend...I hope this day brings you all you dream of!!
He sat across the table from her in the New Orleans Ritz Carlton board room. They had been working together on the Habitat for Humanity board for the better part of a year now, but still she was an enigma to him. While she typed furiously on her laptop, he assumed taking notes as the chairman spoke, he took the opportunity to study her more closely. Steely blue eyes darted across her computer screen as she typed, red manicured nails tapped at the keys in a steady rhythm that held him captivated, amazed that anything she typed was coherent considering she never even looked down at the keyboard.
Her brow furrowed in concentration momentarily, then smoothed out, making him wonder what the chairman was saying, he really wasn't paying attention at all anymore. Her dark hair, tinged with streaks of red fell in gentle waves to her shoulders; he wondered what it would be like to the touch. He watched as her red glossy lips curled up in a gentle smile and wondered what it was she found so amusing, what he would give to be able to read her mind.
Samantha stood and sauntered over to the side board, where the beverage service was located, giving him a very unintentional but very sensual show as her hips swayed invitingly with each click of her heals. Damn but the woman could work a power suit he thought. The slightest hint of a red lace cami showed beneath a tailored black jacket that gently caressed her hips. A pencil thin black skirt stopped just above the knee revealing black silk rear seam stockings, at least in his mind they were stockings...he despised pantyhose, that led down to a pair of six inch black patent leather stilettos.
She picked up the coffee pot, a woman after his own heart what he wouldn't give for a coffee right now! She poured two cups of the steaming dark aromatic liquid and returned to the table, leaning over to slide one in front of him, giving him a very nice view down her top. Damn, how did she do that? She had, from the very first day always managed to anticipate his needs, whether it be a simple cup of coffee or a dinner organised for a hundred guests, she was always a step ahead of him.
She was confident; she never backed down from a debate. She spoke clearly, precisely and with a purpose. And damn but that accent of hers could have him worked up in minutes, her soft southern lilt. Her organisational skills were second to none, and her drive only second to his. She could craft a press release or advertisement with such skill that she could have sold ice to Eskimos, and her dedication to her work came only after her dedication to her children. They had discussed their families on more than one occasion over the past year, and he always enjoyed watching her face light up as she spoke of her two precious daughters. But despite what he knew of her Samantha was one of very few women who managed to throw him of balance.
He never knew quite where he stood with her; most women could be easily read. There were the fanatics that would do anything and everything for him, and for whom he could do no wrong, thankfully they were a minority. There were the diehard loyal fans that had followed his career for a quarter of a century, who would also do almost anything for him but who saw him as a man, and were willing to accept him faults and all. There were new found fans, just as fiercely loyal as the long standing fans yet with less knowledge. There were the women who had never shown any interest in the band at all but found him charismatic and totally fuckable and then there were the very few that showed no interest at all – from experience he assumed most of those to be lesbians.
Much to Jon's annoyance he had until now been unable to determine into which category she fell. He was quite positive she wasn't a fanatic; she could craft a coherent sentence around him. She had never discussed the early days of Bon Jovi, at least not with any kind of conviction, so he was sure she wasn't a long standing fan. He was believed she belonged to one of the last three categories but which one? He had heard the familiar strains of some of his hits emanating from her iPod when he had cause to sit beside her on a recent flight, but that meant nothing, it wasn't like they were the rarities that the real fans possessed and for all he knew it could have just been research. Occasionally when he flirted with her he got a positive response, but then, the woman positively radiated sex...it was in her nature. That left no interest at all, which much to his dismay, he believed was most likely the case. Jon had already subtly hinted at his attraction to her, several times and each time she had laughed it off, as if it was nothing more than an innocent flirtation. It wasn't, it may have started that way but now he wanted her so badly he could taste it. And the more he got to know her... the deeper into infatuation he fell.
***
Samantha watched him strut into the boardroom shortly after she had arrived. As usual he looked spectacular in tight fitted jeans and a white button down shirt, the top three buttons undone and showing salt and pepper chest hair in which was nestled a diamond encrusted skull pendant on a thick platinum chain. He walked behind her on his way to his seat and dropped a firm hand on her shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze as he passed.
"Hey, Sam"
A lightning bolt of passion shot from her shoulder to her core at his touch. She couldn't fathom how something so innocent could incite such a reaction.
"Hey Jon, good to see you again" Now that's an understatement!
The fresh scent of his cologne drifted to her nostrils, and she lost focus as her mind drifted and she imagined him splashing it on fresh out of the shower. The ping of her computer bought her back to earth. Venus had sent her an IM, and the chairman was now addressing the board. Venus was a friend from the Bon Jovi Forum Sam was a member of and they had bonded over their love for the band.
Venus: Is he there?
SamanthaC: Uh-ha
Venus: And?
SamanthaC: He is fucking gorgeous as always.
Samantha thanked the computer Gods for her forethought to go and buy a privacy screen for her laptop.
Venus: What's he wearing?
SamanthaC: Jeans...tight
SamanthaC: white button down shirt
SamanthaC: undone 3 down
SamanthaC: and that gawd awful skull
Venus: What is he doing?
SamanthaC: At this very moment?
Venus: No.... next week....of course NOW!!!
Samantha glanced briefly over the top of her screen and began to type. He was now seated directly opposite her.
SamanthaC: Staring at me!
Venus: Told you!
SamanthaC: Told me what?
Venus: That he's interested
SamanthaC: Don't be stupid, I bet he's like that with all the girls.
Venus: How many women in that room with you?
SamanthaC: A few, why?
Venus: Any attractive?
SamanthaC: I guess
Venus: Is he staring at them?
SamanthaC: Well no, but....
Venus: No buts
Venus: Has he found a reason to touch you yet?
SamanthaC: He squeezed my shoulder on the way past
Venus: Girl... he is hot for you!
SamanthaC: And you can tell that from a shoulder squeeze and the fact that he's staring?
Venus: NO!
Venus: I can tell that
Venus: by the flowers
Venus: and the compliments
SamanthaC: the flowers were just a thank you for a function...you know that!!
Venus: AND by the shoulder squeeze and the staring
Venus: You have been telling me about this flirting back and forth for months now
Venus: ...it is not innocent anymore
Venus: ADMIT IT!!
SamanthaC: The only thing I'll admit to
SamanthaC: is being so fucking HOT for the man that I want to crawl across the table and do him in the very chair he's sitting in.
Samantha felt the blood rise to her cheeks, so she sent off a quick "BRB" to Venus and got up to get some coffee to distract herself from thoughts of him. As she walked to the beverage service she felt his eyes burn into her back. She picked up the coffee pot and poured not one, but two cups of coffee and added milk and sugar to one. The other she left untouched. She walked back to the table, and slid the black cup across to him, making sure to bend low and give him a generous view of her cleavage; if he wanted to stare she'd damn well give him something to stare at. She sat down in her seat and shot a quick word off to Venus.
SamanthaC: Back
Venus: Is he still looking?
SamanthaC: Yes...Hang on email.
From: JBJ@BJM.com
To: SamanthaC@HFH.com
Coffee with me?
J
Samantha looked across the table. He was sitting there with one eyebrow coked waiting for a response.
From: SamanthaC@HFH.com
To: JBJ@BJM.com
Just gave you one! You want another?
S
PS: Yahoo ID: SamanthaC@yahoo.com
Samantha watched as he busied himself on the computer for a few minutes, then a screen popped up "OldBlueEyes@Yahoo.com would like to add you as a friend. Accept or Deny" She hit the accept button and a second chat window popped up.
OldBlueEyes: Well?
SamanthaC: Well what?
OldBlueEyes: Coffee with me after the meeting??
Samantha didn't know how to respond. They had never socialised in a non professional capacity. She typed off a message to Venus for some advice, but already knew what the answer would be.
SamanthaC: He's IMing me. He asked me out for coffee. Should I go?
Venus: Are you fucking insane? yes yes yes.
SamanthaC: So you think I should then?
Venus: Do I have to yell here? YES
Looking across the table she could see him looking at her impatiently, strumming his fingers lightly on the mahogany table. A message popped up.
OldBlueEyes: Waiting!!!!!!
SamanthaC: Thinking...Why?
OldBlueEyes: Why what? Why waiting? Or Why asking?
SamanthaC: Asking
OK this was it. He was going to lay his cards on the table and see if he could win the hand.
OldBlueEyes: I think we have been playing this game long enough!
SamanthaC: What game is that?
OldBlueEyes: C'mon Sam...you know I want you....and I know you want me
SamanthaC: Do I?
Oh my fucking God!!! Samantha IM'd Venus
SamanthaC: OMFG......He just IM'd he wants me!!!! :-0
Venus: Told you so!!!!
SamanthaC: What do I do?
Venus: GO FOR IT!!!!!
Once again Samantha looked across the table, he was looking at his screen...no he was typing. The meeting had no chance of holding either of their interest now.
OldBlueEyes: Do you what? Know or want me?
SamanthaC: Either...Both...Oh I don't know!!
OldBlueEyes: Just say YES Sam!
Samantha got a little bold now.
SamanthaC: What am I saying YES to? Coffee or "COFFEE"?
OldBlueEyes: Which ever you want baby
SamanthaC: I can't be a one night stand for you Jon
OldBlueEyes: That's good...because I'd never ask you to be.
OldBlueEyes: Meetings about to wrap up. Meet me in The Library in 20. Tell them you're my guest.
And he was gone. She didn't even have a chance to shoot off a response.
Fifteen minutes later she was sitting at a secluded table in The Library. It was an exclusive club room within the hotel...members only. She assumed he would not want to be noticed, so she had picked a small table in the corner and admired the decor while she waited for him to arrive. There were no other patrons as yet so she was free to peruse her surroundings openly. The room was classically decorated. Dark wood panelling and inbuilt bookcases with soft effect lighting lined the walls; a large ornate marble fireplace graced one of them. A collection of complimentary chairs, tables and sofas were scattered around the room in varying arrangements. An assortment of sculptures, figurines and lamps gave the room a homely lived in feel.
At precisely 5.20pm, the designated time, Jon walked through the door. At first he looked a little disappointed but then he spotted her and his face broke into a wide grin, perfect white teeth almost glowing in the darkness. He sauntered across the room and bent to kiss her on the cheek before taking the seat closest to her. Her cheek burned from his touch, and he smiled gently as he watched the flush rise to her cheeks.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come?" He said.
"Oh I don't think I was ever in danger of that" She grinned, the double meaning of her words amusing her.
"You had better stop that!"
"What?"
"Smiling like that. If you keep that up we won't even make it back to my room" He said suggestively as he leaned over and ran the back of his forefinger over her cheek and down across her décolletage.
Samantha shivered at his touch, but her words defied her traitorous body. "Who said we were going to your room?"
"I just did...you know you want to." He run a hand upward over her stockinged thigh.
"Maybe I do... but that doesn't mean I will" Samantha gripped his hand and placed it on the table, letting her own hand linger just a few seconds longer than necessary to take the sting out of the action. "There are many things that I want... but resist because I know they are no good for me."
"Oh baby...I guarantee I'll be good for you" He quickly scanned the room, it was still empty, he was free to do as he wished. He leaned over and sucked gently on her earlobe before his tongue darted briefly inside. "And I do mean GOOOD" he finished before pulling away.
Lounging back in his seat he continued "Now, I am going to leave here now. I am going straight to my room and I'd love you to join me, but I will not force the issue" He stood and moved behind her at which point he bent down and whispered in her ear, while leaning across her and placing his room card on the table before him. "I'm in the Presidential Suite, wait 5 minutes then follow me up. If you choose not to use this just drop it at reception and tell them you found it on the floor.....I'll be waiting. Please don't make me spend the night alone." And with that he was gone.
Samantha sat conflicted. How often did she get offers like this? Well actually all the time, but how often from a man so unbelievably gorgeous. She had never broken her marriage vows, but there had been little 'spice' in her marriage for quite some time, maybe this was just what she needed to pull her life out of the rut it seemed to have fallen into.
Rising slowly from the chair Samantha picked up the keycard Jon had placed on the table, still very much unsure as to whether she would use it. She ambled through the lobby to the lifts and pressed the button to go up. The elevator dinged as its doors slid open, thankfully it was empty. Hesitantly Samantha stepped in and holding his room key in her hand her finger hovered over the button for his floor. Should I? Why the fuck not? She pressed the button and moved away from the keypad before she changed her mind.
The trip in the elevator, lasting only seconds, seemed to take a lifetime. Finally the doors dinged and slid open noiselessly. Samantha stepped out and into the foyer of Jon's floor. She stood frozen to the spot for several moments, then turned and pressed the button for the elevator, hoping it would still be there waiting, she was out of luck.
A gentle husky voice spoke behind her "You're going the wrong way."
She turned at his voice, and tried hard not to stare. The shirt was pulled free from his jeans now and hung open revealing his spectacular ripped chest, sprinkled with black and silver fur. The top button of his jeans was casually undone revealing a thicker patch of dark hair that hinted at what was lower, and he stood bare foot on the carpet in the doorway of his suite, only feet away.
"I think you had better come inside" he said holding out a hand for her.
She took a baby step forward then stopped.
"What are you waiting for?"
Samantha walked past him and into the suite, ignoring his out stretched hand... to touch him now may just be the end of what little self control she had left and her momma had always taught her to let the man make the first move. She moved to the center of the room and sat down stiffly on the edge of the couch.
Jon glanced in Samantha's direction, slightly confused and more than a little amused. He hadn't missed the look of hunger in her eyes, as well disguised as it may have been. He sauntered over to her and sat next to her on the couch, handing her a glass of wine he scooped up from the coffee table on the way past.
"Can I take your jacket?" he asked standing as he did so, showing her that saying no was not an option.
"Sure" she said. She placed the glass of wine on the table before her and standing, unbuttoned her jacket slowly.
She turned her back to him and waited for him to help her. His warm hands grasped the lapel of her jacket, finding the soft skin at her clavicle as he did so, and slid it off her shoulders, trailing the backs of his knuckles down her arms, leaving a fiery path in their wake. He carefully hung it over the back of a nearby chair and returned to the sofa.
"Sit with me" he said his voice cracking lightly as he admired her now, her bare skin shimmered and he could see the outline of her generous breasts through the thin silky fabric of the cami.
She sat slightly apart from him but he slid across the seat closing the distance, until she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Why aren't you drinking?" he asked.
"I really think I should be going." She said unsure.
He reached over and placed a warm hand on the side of her face, turning it towards him. "Do you really want to do that?" he asked as he traced her soft lips with his thumb.
"No" she replied softly.
He leaned in then and kissed her, a soft slow kiss on the corner of her mouth. Her hand instinctively moved to the soft fur of his chest and rested there in its silky warmth. He moved and mirrored the kiss on the other corner before pulling away.
"You, my dear are far too far away from me!"
He rose and before she knew what was happening, he had lifted her and placed her on his lap. He nuzzled in to her neck and began to make his way back to her mouth. He wasted no time now. When he reached her mouth it was a full frontal assault. He started slowly, soft gentle barely there kisses on her lips. Slowly he started to part his own lips, occasionally letting his tongue swipe across hers in a silent promise of what was to come. He opened his mouth more fully then, and using the tip of his tongue, he pried her lips apart, not that they needed much persuasion. Kissing was one of Samantha's favourite past times and it had been a long time since she had been kissed like this.
As her lips parted, Jon's tongue slipped into the velvety depths of her mouth, exploring, probing, tangling with hers. He pulled back briefly and seemingly not able to get enough, he dived in again, opening wide until their mouths blended into one. It left her breathless and swooning. Without removing his mouth from hers, he gently eased her back on the couch until she was reclined upon a plush cushion and he was atop of her. He continued his seduction on her mouth, she tasted of wine and....chocolate he thought amused, perhaps one of the chocolate mints that had been with the coffee service, she was delicious.
Jon reluctantly moved from her mouth, and began to lead a slow trail across her cheek to nibble on her ear. His warm breath caressed the tiny hairs on her slender neck as he continued his slow seduction. With the barest tip of his tongue he traced a line down her neck to her collarbone and nuzzled in under her chin, causing goose bumps to rise all over her body.
With a calloused finger he slid first one then both thin straps of her cami from her shoulders, then tugged down on the front of it to reveal a matching red strapless bra. His middle finger slipped under its lacy edge, further and further in until his fingernail was grazing across her nipple. An audible gasp escaped her and he looked up at her with a mischievous grin as he bent his head to her breast to take an erect nipple between his teeth through the thin fabric. While his mouth toyed with her nipple, both of his hands were free to explore. He glanced up at her still attached to her breast and she felt his smile rather than saw it. His hands began their roaming at her bra clasp, flicking it undone and ridding her of the garment in just seconds with a well practised manoeuvre. He pulled her cami down, leaving her bare from the waist up. His fingers danced across her body, he took her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently, tugging at her distended nipples. She moaned with pleasure. And then they began to move lower.
Jon slipped off the couch to kneel on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her until his hand found the zipper of her skirt. He had it open and the skirt off her in one fluid movement.
"Beautiful" he murmured, more to himself than her.
She reclined there, gloriously exposed. Lacy panties in the same tone as her bra were the only thing that stood between him and his intent. He was pleased to see that the black silk that caressed her legs were stockings as he hoped and not pantyhose. A lacy band at the top of each clung to her thighs holding them up independently.
He dropped one of her stilettoed feet to the floor and positioned himself between her knees. The musky scent of her filed his nostrils and drove him to distraction. He bent to lay a kiss on her core through the flimsy fabric of her panties and then they were gone, pulled down by his deft hands and he was nipping gently at her flesh.
"God baby you taste so good" he said after his tongue plunged deep into her silky depths.
He plunged in again and the slowly dragged his tongue up her slit until it came to rest just below her clit. He knew what she needed but he wasn't quite ready to give it to her yet. Jon repeated the action, several times over until she was thrashing below him, on the edge, then he drew back.
"Jon....please" I croaked out as a barely audible whisper.
"I hope you can do better than that Samantha" He teased. "I want to hear you scream!"
He gave her what she wanted then, his warm skilful mouth wrapped around her clit. She could feel the gentle flicking of his tongue as his mouth continued to suck on her. He eased a finger into her and slid in and out slowly once before adding a second finger and curling them upwards to find that sensitive spot he knew would take her over the edge in a matter of seconds, but he did not linger there. Instead he gave her a taste of what was to come and retreated.
Jon moved his tongue way from her clit and plunged it deep into her lapping at her exquisite juices.
"Mmm, so good" he moaned as he pulled away, and then his fingers were back and his tongue was slowly circling her clit.
"Oh...Oh GOD Jon ...yes" she muttered as her hands threaded in his hair, holding him to her. Not that the physical restraint was necessary...he was right where he wanted to be. Jon felt her orgasm beginning to build. Her breath was coming in shallow pants now, her legs began to quiver. He stopped his attentions immediately, removed her hand from his head and disengaged himself from her grasp.
Samantha was shocked by his withdrawal but it lasted only seconds. He stood and scooped her into his arms and kissed her passionately as he carried her to the bedroom and sat her gently on the edge of the bed. She could taste herself on his lips and it heightened her excitement immensely. She watched as he shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his jeans.
"Now that is beautiful" She said with admiration.
He stood before her in all his glory, his manhood standing hard and erect. His six pack abs tense and defined with the strain of control. She pulled him to her and nuzzled into his chest. Finding his hard pebble like nipples and worrying each in turn with her tongue. A low moan escaped him.
Jon put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her roughly back into the bed. He placed his hands under her firm ass and raised her high so that her knees hooked over his shoulders and he could access her delicious pussy with his mouth once more. The rush of blood to her head was a strange sensation, as she hung almost upside down in his grasp. His tongue teased her mercilessly up and down her wet pussy before plunging into her into her again, and again, and again.
He had his arms wrapped around her thighs holding her to him. He used his calloused fingers to part Samantha's wet pink lips and lightly circled it with his tongue . A gasp escaped her. He could not last much longer the need to pound into her overwhelming now. It was time. She was mumbling incoherently now, her head thrashing from side to side, her hands clung forcefully to the edge of the bed. He hungrily sucked at her erect little nub and his reward came quickly.
"Yes ...JON...YES" she screamed as her whole body convulsed.
He dropped her down and while her body still shook with the tremors of her orgasm he pounded into her. One controlled stroke was all it took to bury himself wholly within her. He withdrew slowly all the way out before thrusting back in. He applied gentle pressure to her clit with his thumb and the tremors that had began to ease, began in earnest once more. He could feel her warm wetness contract around him. One more thrust was all it took for him to empty his seed deep within her. He collapsed on top of her, still shaking from the strength of his release.
"That" he paused breathless "was amazing" he finished as he laid gentle kisses on her face as he held it tenderly between his hands.
"YOU are amazing" she countered.
He smiled gently in response.
She felt him slip from her body as he moved to stand. He turned back the covers on the bed, then realised looking at her, that she still wore her shoes and stockings. He slipped the shoes from her feet and rolled the delicate silk down her thighs, over her calves and off. He lifted her and laid her head delicately against the pillows, pulling the fluffy doona up over her before climbing in under the covers himself.
Samantha snuggled into his warmth and waited for the inevitable to happen. She was waiting for him to brush her off, but it never came. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, breathing deep the sweet scent of her hair. It was one he did not want to forget quickly. Samantha laid her head on his silvery fur.
"Mmmm so tired" she sighed contentedly "but I don't want to sleep"
"Why?"
"Don't want to waste time. We don't have much of it, this will all be over, come morning!" she pouted.
"Don't worry baby...we still have all night." He said comfortingly. "Besides, now that I have you, what makes you think I'd ever let you go...."
