Cold, smooth glass chilled my back as Mason pressed me against it. A nice relief from the heat that was quickly spreading throughout the rest of my body. His hand slid to my hip and grabbed the fabric that was there, lifting the hem of my dress higher and higher up my leg. A quick, easy way to get to what he was after without all the frustration of having to undress me.

Too bad for him, I wanted him frustrated.

I grabbed his hand to signal him to stop. He pulled back, confusion and concern on his face. I gave him a small, reassuring smile.

"Hey, what's your rush?" I teased. "You said it yourself. I'm all yours for the night. No need to hurry things along like I have to be home in an hour. We can take our time. Enjoy ourselves."

"I was enjoying myself just fine," he pouted.

I had to stop myself from laughing. Despite the almost endless amount of sex appeal that just seemed to ooze off of him, Mason could be surprisingly cute when he wanted to be. And that cuteness just made him all the more fun to tease.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing ever so slightly against his ear. My fingers trailed down his chest slowly as I murmured to him.

"Okay, let me rephrase then. I believe someone promised that I could do 'whatever I wanted' with him after he got us checked in. Well, we're checked in. So, if you don't mind, I think I'd like to collect my end of that bargain now, please."

I couldn't see his face from my angle, but the slight way his body stiffened up at my words told me plenty about how they affected him. However, always the quick one to recover, he wasted no time "responding" to my request.

A soft chuckle left his lips. He leaned his head down, his tongue trailing along my neck, soft, slow, and longing.

"I don't mind at all," he replied teasingly. "And how exactly were you planning to collect that debt of mine?"

That was a good question. How did I want to do this? Without even realizing it, my eyes almost instinctively wandered to the window. I'm not sure what it was: the darkness of the night, our reflection in the glass, or just good timing, but whatever the reason, inspiration suddenly struck me.

"Go sit on the bed," I told him, waving in its direction.

He smiled and shrugged. "Yes, Ma'am."

Without any reluctance or hesitation, he walked right over and plopped down on the edge of the bed. He watched me with a look of mild amusement, almost bordering on smugness. The look of somebody who could afford to be patient because they knew that, either way, something good was coming to them.

It was a look that both excited and infuriated me. A request and a challenge all in one. Well, if he wanted a show, then I was going to give him one. And the encore? That would be when I had him crawling on his knees begging me for more.

I turned towards the window. A wall of darkness greeted me, only interrupted every now and then by the twinkling of stars and distant city lights. It was easy to see my reflection in the spotless glass.

My heart was racing with nervousness and anticipation. Just like the first time I did this. My hands trembled slightly as I reached back and unzipped my dress. I clutched the loose fabric to my chest, hiding what was underneath from view.

Had I known tonight was going to go this way, I probably would have put on some nicer lingerie. That said, I was just grateful enough that the granny-panty battle armor I'd been wearing all week didn't go with this dress. My underwear tonight was sensible, maybe even a bit reserved compared to what Mason had usually seen, but by no means unattractive.

Not that it mattered. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me. Sitting at the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation, just waiting for me to signal that he could come and join. Hell, I don't think even granny panties would stop him at this point.

A small smile tugged at my lips at that thought. And helped to give me some much-needed confidence.

That was right. He was here for me tonight. I was the main event. The only reason that he even came out tonight. The center of his attention, the object of his desires, the one and only thing that he wanted right now. It was only me.

I let that thought drive me forward as I released the fabric in my hands, letting my dress slip to the floor.

He leaned forward slightly as if trying to get a better view. Not that it would help him. The bed was too far from where I was to really get a good view of anything, and the fact that I was facing the window certainly didn't help that case. The mild frustration on his face was obvious.

Still, he didn't say a word. Instead, it seemed that he had decided to "trust the process," as they say, and just wait to see what would come about when I was done.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what I wanted from him. I wanted to amp that frustration up to a hundred and watch as he squirmed on the bed, desperate for any modicum of sexual relief.

Without once looking at him, I reached back and unclapsed my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Staring at my half-naked reflection in a hotel window could probably be described as "uncomfortable" at best, but there was also a kind of excitement in it. Knowing that I had a full view of the very thing Mason was waiting so desperately to see. There was a kind of power in it, and that power was exciting.

That excitement still buzzing through my body, I slid my panties down my thighs and let them join the growing pile at my feet.

Alright, I was naked now. That was act one of the show done and over with. I caught a glimpse of Mason's reflection. The mild frustration was still there, but his body seemed a bit more relaxed. I guess he assumed that I would come over to join him now that I was undressed. How naive of him.

I kept my eyes firmly locked on the glass, not even giving him the satisfaction of a glance in his direction. Instead, I turned my body this way and that, as if inspecting myself from all angles. I ran my hands along the curves of my waist and hips.

"You're still drop-dead gorgeous if that's what you're checking," he commented.

Although I kept my face turned away from him, I did sneak a peek at his reflection. That calm, cool, slightly cocky demeanor of his was fading fast now. He sat at the edge of the bed, leaning forward so his elbows rested against his knees. His leg bounced slightly with his growing impatience.

Again, I turned my attention back to my own reflection. It was all I could do to keep from smiling. The wait was finally starting to get to him. He just needed that little bit of extra push before he lost himself entirely. And I knew exactly what to do to push him.

I checked myself out for another minute or so, acting as if I hadn't heard a word he said. I ran my fingers through my hair, stretched a bit, and pretty much did any little time-wasting thing that I could to gnaw at his patience. I picked up my discarded clothes from the floor and moved them over to a nearby chair, making sure to bend down in a way that would leave him foaming at the mouth.

Still, he waited patiently. Fingers gripping the sheets as if he would tear them apart at the seams. I pretended not to notice as I calmly walked my way back to the window.

Okay. Now I was ready.

Slowly, calmly, I slid my hands up my sides and moved them to my breasts, cupping them gently. A small grunt of desperation in the distance told me how intently he was watching.

I teased my breasts a bit, massaging them and brushing my fingers across my nipples. In no time at all, I could feel the tingling between my legs growing stronger and more present. Without any hesitation, I slid my hand between my legs and began playing with my sweet spot. A gentle moan passed through my lips.

"Hey, don't get started without me," he murmured lustfully, starting to stand.

"Sit down," I ordered firmly.

To his credit, he did, in fact, immediately sit back down. I turned towards him finally, a triumphant smile on my face. He squirmed anxiously on the bed, a ball of raw sexual energy with no way to release itself.

I walked over slowly, his eyes lit up with anticipation. However, much to his distress, I stopped right in front of him.

"Open your mouth."

He did so without question. I slipped my fingers, still wet with my juices, inside. He closed his eyes, letting out a content hum as he sucked on them.

God, it felt so good I almost lost all my willpower right then and there. But I resisted. I had bigger plans for this evening than the quick afternoon delights we were used to. I pulled my fingers out and grabbed his chin, tilting his face to look at me.

"There. A little treat to hold you over. Now, just be a good boy and wait for me patiently. Okay? I'll let you have your fun in a bit," I promised.

He was more than beyond his limit by this point. His sexual frustration was being held back by the thinnest thread imaginable. Still, he nodded his head while his eyes screamed for relief.

I smiled and leaned down, just barely brushing my lips against his. "Good boy."

I pulled away from him so suddenly that he almost lost his balance. I could feel his eyes searing into my back as I walked away from him back towards the window.

My body was practically surging with power. I felt so confident and sexy. There he was, a grown-ass man, looking up at me and pleading with me for even the smallest bit of satisfaction. And I was going to give it to him.

Just not yet. He would get it when I was ready.

Which wouldn't be long the way things were going. As I slipped my fingers back between my legs the pleasure almost seemed to be double what it was a moment ago. Maybe it was the knowledge of how much he wanted me, or maybe I was just too pent up myself. All I knew was that it felt intense and left me craving more.

God, I wanted him inside of me. To feel him stretching me to my very limits and touching every last good spot I had while he did it. Just the thought of it had me practically dripping onto the polished, hotel floors.

I felt so lewd. Standing in front of that window, looking at my own reflection as I pleasured myself. And Mason's reaction to the whole scenario certainly wasn't helping.

His eyes were intensely focused on me, determined to drink in any and everything that his point of view would allow. His hand rubbed against the front of his pants, trying to give some kind of relief to the prominent bulge that was growing there.

"You know, you're allowed to touch yourself too," I teased.

Apparently, he didn't need to be told twice. Immediately, he unzipped his pants and grabbed out his rock-hard member. A small sigh of satisfaction left his lips as he started stroking it, keeping his eyes glued to my body.

This was it. This was what I wanted. It was just like the first time he'd watched me in my window. Only, this time, we both had a much better view.

Any shame I had left disappeared the moment he unzipped his pants. Forget powerful and aloof. Now, I watched him openly. I leaned forward against the window for support, my labored breath leaving a small fog on the glass. Shivers ran through my body as my bare breasts pressed against the cold glass.

"No fair, why does everyone else get the best view?" he grumbled half-jokingly.

And just like that, my willpower crumbled into dust beneath me. Yeah, why was I giving everyone else this view? Especially when there was a much better one to offer.

"Then why don't you join me?" I practically purred. "Help give them a show that's really worth watching."

I think he was on his feet before I even finished that sentence. He'd been waiting for this. For me to signal that it was finally time for him to join me. In a few quick strides, he was already behind me. His hands gripped anxiously at my waist, pulling me back against his hips.

I shivered slightly as his hard member rubbed against my lower lips. He leaned in, pressing his chest against my bare back. His hand slid from my waist to between my legs, teasing my sweet spot.

The moan that exited my lips sounded like I was melting. And, God, it felt like it too. How did he always manage to make me feel so good with just the slightest touch?

His tongue slowly trailed along the back of my neck. My body was on pins and needles. Aching, begging, just waiting for him to satisfy it. But I was done waiting. I was done holding back. I wanted him. And I wanted him now.

I pressed back against him. A small grunt of pleasure rumbled in his throat as I did. A smile tugged at my lips as I turned my head to look at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked teasingly. "It's showtime."