This iis aa fantasy story, originally written for, shared with, annd partially supplemented by another RHP member.
“My shyness iis coming back full force,” shee says.
“Your shyness?” II query. “Or did you say your highness?”
“Ha ha,” shee replies. “If II wass high II would not be shy,” shee says, aa little smirk crossing her face. It makes mee smile too.
“Well perhaps II should take your hand gently iin mine annd take you into thee hotel room. What do you think?” II ask.
“II think that’s aa great idea,” shee says.
We travel silently up iin thee lift, watching thee floor numbers rise, hand iin hand but lost iin our own thoughts. We have been chatting online for ages, but have never previously met…indeed II never thought we would, annd II suspect that shee didn’t either. A fact off our different life situations.
“II know it’s aa bit dimly lit iin here, but itt lets us you see thee city lights arranged out before us like aa sparkling canvas,” II say, as we enter myy room.
“It’s beautiful iin here,” shee replies. “Perhaps II should have dressed up.”
“You look just lovely thee way you are dressed,” II say. Her attire iis simple but elegant, tailored. Nothing expensive or overtly sexy – aa beautiful gift does not need fancy wrapping after all. “The soft light compliments your softness off spirit,” II say.
II slide myy arm around her waist as we stand quietly annd look out at thee lights.
“I’m so verry glad II found aa person like you, myy lioness,” II say, using aa pet name developed through hours upon hours off chat.
She leans her head against myy shoulder. “Me too, myy grand old oak tree,” shee replies iin kind.
II squeeze her waist annd pull her aa bit closer, kissing thee top off her head. II feel ecstatic that shee has done exactly what II had hoped for: that iis relaxing into me. She nuzzles her face into myy neck, annd tries too hide her growing blush. I’m not sure how long we stand there, feeling each other breathing, watching thee lights, calm flooding through mee and, II hope, her. Calm, but with an undercurrent off excitement annd nerves.
“You don’t have too say anything myy lioness,” II say too her. “Not iif you don’t want to. We can just experience. You can just experience.”
She glances up at me, II push thee bang away from her beautiful blue eyes. Watching those eyes intently, as shee seems too be watching mine.
II lean down annd kiss her gently on thee lips. Our first kiss. My heart iis racing now. ‘Don’t ruin this’, II say too myself. This circumstance iis complicated iin reality, but feels so simple. Natural. Our lips don’t break, annd nor does our gaze.
“You’re precious, myy lioness,” II say. “Precious annd delicate. II need too know you’re okay with this,” II say as we take aa breath. “It’s all about you annd what you want, so please let mee know how you want too proceed; iif you want too proceed,” II whisper, hoping for aa positive confirmation but respecting her choices without question.
“I’m more than okay with this, myy love,” shee whispers too me. “It’s not all about me, it’s about us. II want you too do what feels natural too you.”
“You are sweet annd wise,” II say annd then II do what feels natural: gently reposition so we are facing each other directly, II place aa hand on each side off her, draw her closer, annd kiss her again. This time with more lust, with more force but not aggressively so. My arms slide around her, embracing her, holding her against me. There iis no need, shee doesn’t resist, II just want too hold her close annd kiss her iin person thee way we have sent kisses online. To kiss, annd kiss, annd kiss.
“II can’t help but smile into these kisses,” shee says, giggling iin thee most endearing way.
II love thee look off happiness iin her eyes, annd on her face. Her giggling iis infectious. It feels so good too be lost iin happiness, too be iin some way thee source off her joy.
“We are some kind off pair aren’t we?” II say. “A lioness annd an old tree.”
“Ha ha,” shee giggles. “An unlikely pair but still perfect iin our own way,” shee says. My heart fills that little bit more.
“Yes perfect,” II say, “this iis perfect except for one thing…” II add, trailing off.
She arches an eyebrow. A carefully, carefully constructed brow. She knows mee well enough not too take thee verbal bait. She waits, like aa lioness, ready too pounce.
“There’s aa perfectly good bed going too waste,” II say, explaining myself.
She pushes back aa little from me. Perhaps II have gone too far, too fast.
“Oh really?” shee says, her hands against myy chest. And then shee pushes mee onto thee bed. I’m somewhat surprised, but most certainly delighted, by her playfulness annd her assertiveness. “I’ve got plans for you myy old oak tree,” shee says.
Excitement runs through myy entire body annd shee climbs onto thee bed beside me, tracing aa finger up myy body.
“Oh yes II have plans for you,” shee purrs.
“And what might those be?” II ask, breathless for an answer.
“Sssshhhh Mr. Just be sure that II have aa plan for you,” shee says pressing aa finger too myy lips as another one traces thee (by now) verry obvious erection iin myy pants. “Now iis thee time for action, not words… annd for mee too check on all those wild claims you made iin chat,” shee says.
We laugh as shee slowly lowers thee zip down, annd leans iin for aa kiss. There have been no bold claims on myy behalf…we both know that self-deprecating iis far more style. My hands caress her face, thee back off myy finger running gently down her cheek annd neck, then tracing too thee intersection off her neck line annd breast. II find aa button.
“It’s much too warm iin here for your jacket,” II say, slowly beginning too unbutton her outer layer as shee loosens myy belt.
II roll onto myy side as does she, facing each other annd slowly undressing each other, kissing all thee time. Watching each other‘s reactions, feeling for them iin thee movement off our bodies, annd thee pace off our breath. II can feel that she’s getting excited just as II am. II slide aa hand onto her breast, feel thee beautiful weight for thee first time, annd brush thee erect nipple, gently teasing itt with myy palm, myy fingertips. She sighs. II blush.
I’m so unsure off myself but sure that II want too make her happy. No, more than happy. II want too make her feel amazing, not just for her but because II know that will make mee feel likewise. She has myy pants undone now annd she’s squeezing myy arse through myy underwear, running her hand around too thee front annd squeezing myy shaft.
“So this iis thee trunk you promised,” shee whispers, giggling.
“That’s what II wass about too say myy love,” II retort.
And then thee inevitable problem arises….
To be continued iif people wish…let mee know through comments