In Her ARms (FF, rom)
Based on a true event in my life. Please direct your comments to me puppettstring@yahoo.com.

The soft couch in the hotel lobby was doing a good job of hiding me. Sitting there sipping wine and 
watching the mosaic floor, I could barely contain my boredom. My boss was presenting his paper on 
the newest product and I was left to slowly wither, waiting until the end of the day to clean up. 

I shouldn’t have been drinking this early, it was just after 10am, but it was all on the company’s tab so 
why not. Lost in my daydreams, I was surprised by a soft clearing of throat from the right. I swiveled 
my head to and saw a dark pinstriped suit clad very tall and pretty …woman. She had very close 
cropped black hair almost glued to her scalp, sharp angular face and a rather prominent nose. She 
must have either tiny tits or they were heavily retrained, and her coat covered any other curves she 
might have had. Though she was trying to be masculine, there was no hiding her feminine beauty. Her 
slim lips and bushy brows couldn’t hide her twinkling eyes.

 She asked “Do you have a light?”

 My first thought was, who smokes in this age, but I said “this place is non-smoking”. 

She smiled with her perfectly soft eyes, her lips parted. Her tongue tip slid between her pearly white 
teeth. She gently bit her tongue and drew a sharp breath. Her hand slipped into her inner coat pocket 
and withdrew something. She bent down towards me; her perfume reminded me of cinnamon and 
sunshine. Her hand rested on the couch next to my leg almost touching and said “My room isn’t”.

She then straightened up, her lips curved in a mischievous smile and she turned away from me and 
walked towards the elevators.

After she had disappeared, I looked down to see a room keycard sitting next to my legs. Suffice it to 
say that my heart was racing a million miles a minute. I hadn’t been with a woman since my marriage 
and though I was now divorced there just never seemed to be any time for any relationship. The wine 
glass was empty and then it was refilled. I felt myself flush as the excitement built, even though my 
mind kept saying no, I decided to go. I finished my next glass of wine to build up some courage and 
just as I got up, my cell beeped. My boss needed me to run to the office and pick up some more 
materials right away; the nerve of the asshole. I felt relieved that I didn’t have to decide and took the 
safe route to the office. The cab ride back was emotional, the excitement was back two fold, my thighs 
were clamed together, the AC was on high but I felt heated. I straightened my skirt and grabbed the 
box of materials; I left them back stage where my boss met me. 

He said “Hey, are you ok? You look flushed”.

I mumbled something about feeling queasy, not entirely untrue. He said “why don’t you go home and 
If you feel better by 5 come back and help me pack up”. I said “ok”.

By now the wine’s effects had wound down.  So I was feeling apprehensive again, I went to the 
restroom and closed the door to my stall. After I peed, I sat there on the toilet seat with my head in 
my hands. I took out the room key from my clutch; I don’t remember when I had put it in. The metallic 
gold tone card had just a number 3 etched to one of its side the other side had just the hotel crest. The 
card was cool to touch and sharp edged, thumbing its side made me shiver. I decided to forget about 
going up there. Resolved, I cleaned up looked at myself in the mirror, I wondered what made her 
come up to me, and how she knew I might be interested at all. My soft yellow sheer chiffon top and 
yellow chemise underneath and light chocolate skirt though nice were nothing special, or the simple 
hair pulled back in a pony for work almost no makeup other then the  light lipstick and concealer. The 
only thing that stood out were my heels, I am short so I wear around 4plus inch heels, and today was 
no different. They were a light yellow, a different shade then my top but close enough that they 
matched. I parted my lips and bit my tongue the same way she had done, and decided the look didn’t 
work for me, but then it made me think of her again.

I stepped out of the restroom and made towards the doors. I am not sure how I ended up in the 
elevator instead, my heart was racing and I had to see her again, I am just going to return the card and 
that’s it. I slid the card into the key reader and the lift shot up. The doors finally opened to a foyer 
rather than a hotel hallway. The floor was marble, the vase gorgeous, the light from the window 
reflected brilliantly, just ahead was a double door with one door slightly ajar.

I peered inside, it was dark, I could hear a soft voice singing on the stereo in some language I didn’t 
know. Marble continued a little further and I stepped in and returned the door to its previous location. 
My eyes adjusted and I took in the richly furnished room, the soft carpet and the plush rug in front of 
the dark fireplace, mahogany and leather made up the furniture, a hallway led towards a balcony with 
big French doors and though I could see outside it didn’t let in much light through the tinted glass 
panels. There were entrances along the hallway but the darkness hid whatever was there. The left led 
to two stairs leading down to a spacious wooden floor, a grand piano sat to one side, drapes covered 
the far wall hinting at windows but again it was too dark.

I stepped forward and tentatively said “hello”

I didn’t hear a response, so I stepped up to a small table that was sitting just before the living area, the 
sound of my heels on the marble ungainly loud. I put the key on the table and turned to leave.
I am not sure how she managed it but she was standing behind me next to the double doors, her 
oxfords were off but otherwise she was still dressed the same, down to the black socks. 

She smiled and I said “hi … I just came up to return the key”.

She didn’t answer just walked up to me, making me look up to her; she must have been close to 6 feet 
to my 5’3. She touched my cheek with the back of her hand, “Wine?”

“Ok”, I replied.

She took my hand in hers and led me to the couch, my heels dug deep in the carpet and I stumbled, 
the next moment she had caught me and held me, my breath caught, I wanted to kiss her. She held 
me as I slipped out of my heels, suddenly feeling even shorter. She led me to a couch and turned 
towards the bar next to the fire place. She threw her coat on the bar stool, and untied her tie and left 
it there as well. She undid a few top buttons to her shirt. The bottle was already open along with two 
glasses, she poured for us and sat next to me, handing me the glass. 

“Elizabeth”, she said.

“I am Sonia, I am just here for …”, before I could finish she leaned in and kissed my lips softly, her lips 
were slightly wet from the sweet wine, mixing with her taste and smell.

I felt light headed and closed my eyes to enjoy it better. There was no resistance in me, or reluctance, 
I was just going to tell her that I was there at the hotel for work. She pulled back and took a sip of her 
wine. I drank deep and held it savoring the moment.

We sat there just staring at each other for a few moments, she took my hand in hers, I smiled my 
consent. She drew closer, I was surprised to see her lips tremble just a little, as if unsure or 
overwhelmed. She kissed my palm and then my wrist. I finished my drink quickly, feeling the cool wine 
slide down my fevered body. 
I moved towards her and she asked “Dance?”

I nodded, we stood up and danced right there to the soft voice, a few minutes of enjoying her  
presence and I moved in next to her, pressing against her body. I felt hardness, and stepped back in 
surprise; she just looked at me, almost pleadingly, and took my hand in hers. She guided my hand to 
her hardness. I could feel the strap-on through her pants; I turned me on to watch her eyes almost 
glaze on my acceptance.  I moved in close again and she held me next to her caressing my neck and 
back. As the song faded, she leaned down and kissed me, her tongue searching for mine. 

The kiss continued as she caressed my tits, I was grinding against her and rubbing her ass. She kissed 
my neck and we kind of melted onto the lush carpet. I sunk in the carpet and she continued to kiss me, 
we were still fully dressed, I tried to undo her shirt but held my hands to the side and slid downwards. 
Her kisses started at my knees and she let go of my hands. Slowly she kissed upwards and as she 
moved up, my skirt came up as well. She kissed my thighs, licked my panty covered pussy and slid her 
hands underneath to hold my ass up. My hands were on the top of her head pulling her into me. She 
slid my panties off and pushed my legs up together; forcing my knees to bend and then she started to 
lick my pussy. She knew what she was doing, teasing my lips sucking them in and licking down to my 
asshole. I was already wet since I saw her in the lobby and now I really loosened up. She opened my 
legs apart and looked up smiling, her eyes shining and she started to lick my clit. I was getting closer, 
my hips were moving with her touch, I felt her finger enter my pussy and then quickly the second one. 
Her lips locked around my clit and her tongue strokes bathed me in delight as my orgasm approached. I 
held her head on my clit as she fucked my pussy with her fingers, and then I was coming. My back 
arched and my stomach muscles contracted as I lifted off to bliss on her tongue. I pushed her head 
away but she kept fucking me, slowly now as I caught my breath. I lay there as she got up and undid 
her pants, her strap on was held to her left thigh by a little leather band that she undid, I was glad it 
was nothing outrageous. She slid back down and looked me in the eye. I pulled her into me sliding 
slowly in. our thighs met as she slid in all the way. I reached up and undid her shirt completely, she was 
wearing an undershirt that really pressed her tits in, and stopped me when I tried to remove it. I pulled 
on it again and this time she let me. I kissed her tits sucking in her nipples; she moaned and continued 
her fucking. 

I started to nibble gently on her nipples and reached towards her pussy. She was dripping wet, her lips 
hanging down, engorged and slimy; but I couldn’t really reach her completely so I just kept touching as 
much as I could. She picked up her speed, grinding into me and moaning with each thrust. I bit her 
nipple and twisted the other one with my fingers, making her moan louder. Her hips jerked and she let 
out a low groan as she came, nearly collapsing on me. We kissed as she recovered, still inside me but 
lying on the side, my leg over her ass. I pulled back slowly sliding out her cock, then I pushed her on 
her back and kissed my way down, sucking on it, licking up my juices and then sliding it to get to her 
lips. She was still sensitive so I avoided her clit but sucked in her lips that lay drenched and open. After 
a few moments she pulled me back up and we kissed, and I rested my head on her.

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I noticed was my cell phone ringing. I got it, it was my 
boss, and he really could use me if I felt up to it. I didn’t really want to go but I wanted time to think 
about what had just happened, and I was feeling a bit awkward standing here so I said yes.

I dressed quickly, and Elizabeth stayed on the floor just watching me, she had pulled out a cigarette 
from somewhere and now lit it. I grabbed my heels and looked back at her, her long sexy body, her 
strap-on and the lit cigarette in her left hand made me almost whimper. She parted her lips and let out 
thick opaque smoke that swirled around her before being sucked away by the conditioning system.

“Take the key, it’s yours. I hope you use it soon.”  She whispered.

Hesitant as I was I didn’t really want to discuss anything either, so I just grabbed it and went out.

This was not the last time we were together.