Megan sighed as she closed the door. If she closed her eyes she could still smell the scent of Juan and feel his arm squeezed around her waist.
It wasn't cologne. It was the smell of man. Strong. Hot. Lustful.
The more practical side of her mind told her maybe it was pheromones, and that her hormones were playing tricks on her.
But her womanhood pulsed and felt just that touch and wanted a little bit more.
She slipped off her dress and pulled an oversized t-short over her head. Time to cool down.
She stood up, wrapping the sheet around her as she went and looked out the peep hole. There was Juan.
Go back to bed? Pretend she didn't hear the knock? Maybe he needed something.
Maybe she needed something.
She opened the door a sliver.
"You left too soon"
"It is late"
"Yes it is, and I want to be with you"
Her heart jumped. Her skin tingled.
"I don't know."
"Please, let me come in. Or I will sit here all night."
As he spoke, he reached out two fingers and stroked her hand that held the door. She let out a quiet involuntary sigh. Even though it was just her hand it suddenly felt like he was touching her whole body all at once.
This time the word was followed by his lips on her fingers. Her mind wrestled with what to do. But his toned and tan body was inches from hers, and she couldn't seem to move on inch away.
He reached through the door to put his hand gently on her waist as he kissed her hand some more, moving his tongue slowly to her wrist.
Without saying a word she grabbed his hand, but couldn't push it away. That would be smart. But she wanted it so much. Just a little bit more. She would enjoy this touch.
But suddenly his face was next to hers, his breath on her cheek.
Now was the moment to decide. She could tell him to leave. Shut the door.
Her hand pulled his around her waist to her back, she leaned into his body a bit and opened the door a few inches more.
That was all he needed. He pressed his body in through the door and then her against the wall gently but firmly.
Megan had only had a couple first kisses in her life. In the past they had been from mere boys who did not know what to do, or men who were slow and careful knowing she was young and naive.
But now she was 30. Juan was 36. There was no assumption of naiveté as he kissed her hard, almost immediately pressing his tongue into her mouth. Surprised she barely responded other than to close her eyes and breath in sharply.
Running his hands up and down her body and pressing his muscular frame more firmly against her he kissed her again, this time ending with a small bite on her lip.
She had never felt anything like this before.
It had been so long since she had been kissed or touched at all. And this by a man with passion and experience she could not have imagined.
Her arms went up and around his neck and this time she kissed him back. As she did so the sheet slipped to the floor. For a moment she panicked, but then his hands caressing her thighs removed all thoughts but that feeling.
It was okay. She could have this. Now was the time.