The day ends slowly as the red sky turns to black. Her breath fogs up the dirty glass of the window. The room is hot and the walls seem claustrophobic all of a sudden. With a quick pace she goes from the window to the desk. She gazes at the monitor and sees no messages,there's still far too much time until they meet, and her face’s reflection reads less and less patience.
She takes out all her clothes from the closet, looks through them, and angrily decides to put them all back. She stud in the middle of the room, hands in her hips, and eyes in the ground, she stumped her right foot and with the same haste and quick pace she heads to the basement. Just a bit out of breath she finds herself in front of two tall metallic doors. She slams them open in seconds, lights go on, their brightness was reflected in the mirror filled walls.
The music starts to play… A Spanish guitar stands out and fills the air with a dazzling soft sound. She looks up in the mirror to see her own wild green eyes, she then heads to the middle of the room. With every step her clothes fall to the ground, until no more than a pare of tight, red boxers and a baby-blue transparent T-shirt cover her perfect white skin. Her long light-brown hair flows down her shoulders ‘till the middle of her back. Elegant, ballerina- like moves contour every part of her lean, tall, almost royal features.
As the music’s rhythm changes, so do hers. Moving slowly her hands on her body, stroking her side up and down, her feet take chosen steps, contouring every muscle; she is more than conscious of the skin showing and of every touch and take. As the music gets slower and erotic, so does she; moving starts to become instinct, rather than control. Her eyes close. One hand goes down from her breasts towards her stomach and the other on her waste; her white face turns from snow-white to a picturesc blush. A few drops of sweat go down her neck while her silky, long hair caresses her shoulder and back.
The atmosphere was more and more dense. From this music filled, heat emitting scenery, a hand reaches out and lightly strokes her half naked back. As she opens her eyes again, she only sees a silhouette behind her. The lights are so dim now that a few twinkles of shine make the difference between this and the pitch black room to witch she slammed the doors open to. The mysterious shadow comes closer and closer until she recognizes the face in the mirror.
Still behind her, he takes her waste and slowly feels her damp and overheated body, whispering: ‘Don’t dare stop…’
His body moves along hers; his hands in hers, feeling each others fingers, each others presence. Tightly wrapped in his arms, moving to the slow rhythms of the music, she could feel every part of him. His hot breath on her neck distracted her enough to let him peal off her shirt. She stud in front of the mirror, seeing her perfect skin covered now by nothing but the dark hands of the man behind her. His embraces get even tighter as he starts to touch her ice cold looking, yet sinfully hot breasts. She leans her head back and breaths harder and harder as if he’d take away air.
Swept away by her lovers lead, the two find themselves lying on the wooden floor. Just like his silhouette in the mirror, he is still domineering. Her slim and elegant arms in his tight grip, he avalanches kisses as he places himself on top of her. He kisses her breasts, her neck, and lips; she starts to breath heavily, pleasureful, like it were the last gasp she'd take. He slips into her. Their movements coordinate perfectly as the music still accompanies in the background. Their arms are still wrapped around each other, her eyes close again as she gives out a slow moan and bites her lips.
Somewhere, slightly, she hears the phone ringing. As she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in the room, near the window, facing the mirror on the wall. It was already night. Her long hair was down; her wide green eyes were looking at the seemingly confused and blushed person that was her reflection. She was still biting her lips. She smiled and went to the desk - the phone was still ringing. She answered.
‘Hi baby, I’ll pick you up in a few; is that OK?’ a deep voice asked…
‘Sure! I’ll be waiting’ she answered, with a slight smile on her lips.
She went to the mirror once more. She was still red in the face- it suited her well- she gave an even more sensual smile, turned around, looked carefully if everything was in order and left.
One thing she forgot though… she turned back flipped the switch to turn off the lights and slammed the door behind her. In an elegant fashion, she then waltzed down the hallway, with the same smile on her face…
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