Anne's Dare

In a hotel room, a couple are told of a message awaiting them at reception. The husband requests it be delivered to their room… with mischief in mind

Freshly sexed,
Anne accepts the challenge nervously
And waits for the knock at the door

Goose bumps
Tingling anticipation
She shivers, despite the room’s ambient warmth

Time slows to an agonising crawl
As she awaits the messenger’s arrival

Deep breaths fail to placate
Jangling nerves
Total exposure awaits
The unsuspecting
And as yet unknown messenger

Anne’s mind bombards her with questions
Futile attempts at knowing the future
And spoiling the unknown

A rap announces arrival
Of the message from reception
A glance at her husband
Seeking confirmation
A smile and nod suffices
He reclines regally in an armchair
Watching

Shaking legs carry Anne to the door
Her trembling hand grasps the catch
Turns and pulls
The initial sliver of light from the corridor
Widens as the door opens

Revealing
Exposing
Confessing

A pretty face
Greeting her from the corridor
Wide-eyed and mouth open
Her planned greeting is stopped in its tracks
She stays silent
Forgets her original task
She can only stare
And assess this moment

Surprise morphs into opportunity
A brief appraisal
Of the face in the armchair

Understanding

Leaning slowly across the threshold
Stopping inches from Anne’s neck
She drinks in the scent of sex
Inhaling deeply, eyes shut
Closed lips smiling…
Basking

Slowly… so slowly… she lowers herself
Her nose never more than an inch
From Anne's flesh

An extra deep inhalation
As she reaches nipples
Moist with pre-cum
Her face circles Anne’s breasts
Breathing in every curved inch

Now on her knees
Hands still by her side
Her eyes open
And inspect the pearly string
Dangling from Anne’s wet lips

Masculine and feminine scents
Assail her senses
Her tongue emerges
And gently steadies
The hanging, trembling essence

Closing her mouth around the string
She sucks as if on a noodle
And rolls it around her tongue

Rising again, she smiles
Leans in again
Kisses Anne
And shares…
But only half

She wants Anne to watch
As she smiles with relish
And swallows

Anne stands rooted
Knees barely able to support her
As the messenger reaches under her
And draws two fingers between her soaking folds
Cleaning any residual essence

Drenched in Anne,
She brings them to her mouth
Holding Anne’s gaze
She slowly licks them clean

Finally stepping back
From her breathless Anne
She remembers her mission
Offering the envelope, she whispers,
“Message for you, Ma’am”