Justin smiled at her quips on Norman, her husband of 15 years. He seemed much like the businessmen he had heard of from other rich, bored trophy wives. What was it about getting into business that restrained your libido? Justin couldn't figure it out. If he had been married to a woman like Sophia, he would have explored very dark sexual fantasy and fetish with her. But who was he to judge. The most he had been with a woman was the duration of their engagement. Never been in a serious relationship, apart from a girl in eighth grade. It probably was hard to keep the magic still alive after 15  years.<br/><br/><em>"I'm eager to find out what you have in mind,"</em>she said to him in the elevator, her body moving close to his, almost longingly. He did not say anything, he merely grabbed her ass and pulled her close, letting his hot breath run over face and lips. He didn't kiss her. Not yet. A little bit of anticipation would do wonders for her arousal.<br/><br/><em>"I imagine you must be quite the expert.  A professional, really."</em><br/><br/>He did not respond to that comment. It wouldn't be in good taste to boast about his prowess at this point. He would show her what all he knew. And oh there was so much. He had learnt from the streets, from the nicest to the nastiest of johns. So he had a complete repertoire. He would have to gauge what it was that floated her boat, but he didn't see that being all that hard. He followed her out of the elevator as they entered her penthouse.<br/><br/><em>"I've had enough to drink tonight, but you would probably like something.  What can I get you, for a change?"</em>she said without turning back. But Justin had other plans. The elevator door had not even closed and he pushed Sophia towards the wall. He grabbed her two hands with his and spread them wide against the wall, his mouth immediately sniffing out her neck. He gently bit her neck and the back of her neck, as his knee spread her legs wide.<br/><br/>He wanted to give her a taste of things to come. An appetizer of sorts. He slowly moved his hand down the front of her breast, gently running over it. He caressed her breasts, and her nipples, showing the full face of his palm. His hand then went over stomach and navel, slowly, deliberately. The palm of his hand seemed to be exploring her body while at the same time getting her accustomed to his touch, and making her relish every moment. He finally reached her pussy. He grabbed her pussy with the full face of his hand, and gently raked his palm, moving it rhythmically over her pussy. His mouth went to her ear lobes, sucking on it. He bit her lightly on her ear lobe, and whispered in her ear.<br/><br/>'I'm thirsty. But not for alcohol...,' he said, his voice husky, and no more than a whisper.