for a very special woman named Kris
Sitting in her car outside the hotel, Kris was wondering what she was doing there. Her husband was away on maneuvers and somehow she had let Joe talk her into meeting him.
At first, she had rejected the suggestion as out of hand. But Joe had this knack of saying something sweet or sexy, and over a couple of weeks, she had weakened enough to agree to the meeting.
What was waiting for her inside, she wondered. Will he really be nice? Or will he turn out to be a jerk? Well, he seems nice, she thought. And he does make me tingle when we chat and play on-line. Who would have ever thought that he would make the trip to see me?
Kris was apprehensive, but she was also excited. The thought of meeting a strange man in a hotel was wreaking havoc with her hormones. She had taken great pains to look good for him, wearing a nice dress that showed her off to best advantage. A shiver of excitement shot through her body as she opened the car door and stepped out into the parking lot. As she walked to the lobby of the hotel, her heart was beating so hard that she thought she might have a heart attack. "That would be just great," she said to herself, "I'll collapse her in the parking lot and die, and then all my friends and family will wonder why I'm all dolled up and at hotel!" She stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath and then walked into the lobby, feeling sure that everyone was looking at her.
She took a slip of paper out of her purse and looked at the number written there. Room 314. Joe had called her and told her where to go. Breathing deeply again she pushed the "up" button on the elevator. The doors immediately opened and she quickly darted into the empty elevator, relieved to be out of sight of the prying eyes of the people lingering in the lobby.
Finding her way to the room, she stood before the door, too petrified to knock. Just as she was mustering the courage to do so, the door opened and Joe stood before her. "Kris," he said, and gave her a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. "Go on in and make yourself comfortable. I was just about to get some ice."
Joe moved aside and gestured her inside, and then he disappeared down the hallway and around the corner. Stepping inside, she thought to herself. So this is what it feels like to come into a strange man's hotel room. Looking around, she saw his open suitcase on a stand near the bureau, and then panned over to the bed.
The bed!
She was just about to turn around and run, when Joe came back, his bucket full of ice. "Come on, sweetie, make yourself comfortable," he said in a cheery voice that melted away Kris's anxiety. "Here, would you like a wine cooler?", he said as he plunked some ice into a glass, poured some cooler into it and offered it to her.
Kris took the glass and gulped a drink, a much larger one that she had intended but she was quite overwhelmed by the situation in which she found herself.
Although there wasn't much alcohol in the drink, Kris felt some more of her tension disappear and she sat on the edge of the bed. Joe continued to chat with her from near the bureau for a while.
Finally he moved over to her and sat down beside her on the bed. He looked into her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her sweetly on the lips. Kris closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. The kiss was just what she needed.
"I nearly forgot," Joe said as he broke away from the kiss. "I have a present for you", and he got up to go to his suitcase. After rummaging in it for a moment he pulled out a gift-wrapped package and handed it to her.
Blushing a little, Kris accepted the package and began to open it. "Joe, you shouldn't have!" she said.
Inside the package Kris discovered 5 long beautifully decorated silk scarves. "Oh, they are beautiful," she said, "but why do I need five scarves?"
"Let me show you," Joe said as he stood up and took the box from her. "Please stand up for a moment."
Kris obliged him and stood up. "Turn around," Joe told her, and she do so. Removing Kris's glasses and putting them on the nightstand, Joe took one of the scarves and folded it before placing it over her eyes. Kris flushed at the excitement, as she had an inkling of what was about to happen. She felt Joe's hands on her shoulders, and, again, a shiver of excitement coursed through her body. When she felt his kisses on her neck, she thought her knees were going to buckle, but she somehow managed to remain standing. Joe's warm lips slipped down her neck and he nuzzled the base of her neck. A warm feeling started to permeate Kris's body, but she didn't know if it was the kisses or the wine.
She loved the feeling of her shoulders being caressed and her neck being kissed, but she wasn't prepared when the zipper at the back of her dress was suddenly pulled down. The sound of it and the feel of it made her nipples stand out taut. Oh my god, she thought to herself, I'm being seduced. The excitement was almost too much to bear.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Oh, that must be our treat for later," Joe said and she heard him move to the door and open it. She stood there, unable to see, her dress unzipped and hoping that whoever was at the door couldn't see her.
She heard Joe say, "Thank you" and then heard the door close and a jangle, as if a tray were being placed on the table. Soon she felt Joe's hands on her again and was relieved that they were alone again.
Her excitement grew as she felt her dress fall to the floor. Soon her bra and panties joined them on the floor and she stood there naked before her lover, blinded by the scarf and her body tingling at the thought of the things to come.
Turning Kris around, Joe kissed her passionately on the mouth as his hands roamed freely over her body. This time her knees did buckle a little, but he caught her and pushed her down on the bed, moving her body into the center of the bed, her head on a pillow. Joe took her hand and stretched it out to the edge of the bed and she felt the silken scarf being tied around her wrist and then attached to the bed frame. Her wrist was held tight. "Oh, my," was all that she could say. Her breath was deep and heavy and her heart was beating quickly. Soon she felt herself tied and spread-eagled on the bed, her wrists and ankles tethered firmly to the bed frame by the beautiful silk scarves. Overcome but the sheer sensuality of it, Kris could not speak. It was all she to do to remain conscious as a warmness filled her entire body. She knew what was about to happen, and the excitement of it was almost too much for her.
Laying there naked and open for Joe, she heard a zipper unzip and the rustling of clothing being removed. Oh, god, he's naked now, too, she thought to herself. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs. There were some other noises too, but she couldn't identify then -- some rattling of glass near the bureau.
