Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Jordan couldn't help but wonder how much Zara's mother must of earned to not even think twice about the charges that would soon be hitting her credit card. Then again, if Zara was as demanding and forthright with her parents as she had been with him, he knew her parents would of had no option but to do as she said. Needless to say, he wasn't complaining at all about the no expenses spared trip as he took notice not just the hotel they were staying at, but the fact that they were staying in simply the best accommodation he had ever witnessed. The bed was like three normal sized beds pushed together, the bathroom was large than most people's entire top floors. His apprehension had slowly melted away in the car journey into Boston, now it was completely pushed to the back of his mind as he sought to enjoy the lavish opportunities this trip could offer. Perfect is certainly one word to describe it! Expensive might be another. Are you sure your mother is okay with this? Jordan asked. Obviously she wouldn't be okay with the idea of a trip with her history teacher, that much would of been clear, Jordan simply meant the amount her daughter was spending on her card. As the young temptress mentioned for him not to peek he couldn't help but smile. The irony of a woman that had spread her legs and played with herself at the back of his classroom, affording him on occasion a most incredible view, now telling him not to look. The same goes for you, no looking. Jordan retorted as he gathered his own clothes from his camping bag. Starting to undress, Jordan had put himself in a position whereby with very little movement of his head he'd be able to either see her from the corner of his eye, or from the mirrors that were plentiful in such a suite of such splendour. He pulled the loose t-shirt he had been wearing up and over his head, a more muscular body than most men his age now on show as he unbuckled his trousers and allowed them to slip down his legs. With all of his clothes now behind him on the floor except for his underwear, he moved his head slightly. Looking into the mirror he could tell she wasn't looking, and so he turned his head slightly to take in her form. The polaroids hadn't done her justice, in the flesh her body was far more shapely and defined than he had thought. The dress she pulled on showcasing every curve her body had. The brief glimpse was enough to get his blood racing, making the bulge in his Calvin Kleins even more pronounced. He turned away, taking hold of the sharp, grey trousers he had brought, pulling them up his legs and quickly closing them up as to hide his semi-engorged member from her view if she was to turn. With a little more modesty preserved he gathered the white tailored shirt he had brought with him with a little less haste, slowly buttoning it up until it clung tightly to his athletic body. Next was the skinny black tie he had brought in case of a dinner like this, finishing his look off. He looked ready to go for dinner in a fine restaurant with a beautiful woman on his arm. A quick check in the mirror also gave him clearance to take her form in his gaze once more before he announced he was ready. As he turned she was pulling her stockings up and fastening them to the garter belt on her mid-thigh, the act in and of itself had an erotic and arousing effect on him that he couldn't quite understand. Taking his eyes away from her before he was further enticed, Jordan sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her as he pulled his black shoes on. After a period of time of waiting patiently she announced she was ready to leave. Jordan rose and half gasped as he saw her final look, his eyes unable to stop themselves from scanning every single inch of the stocking clad legs before her coat obscured his view, leaving him eager to see just how good she looked underneath. He knew he wouldn't be able to refuse the offered arm, nor did he need too. They were in a different city now and no one would know who they were and whether they should of been there. Let's go then. Jordan said, striding forward and linking his arm with hers.