The phone rang and I could not pick it up fast enough. It was him. He told me to arrange time off the first part of February and I was to meet him at the Don Cesar Hotel in St. Petersburg Beach. Did he actually order me? Even more absurd is the fact that all I could say was to affirm the fact I would do so and without question. My whole body was tingling with excitement and the possibility that I would finally be able to let loose the darker side of my sexuality. He told me he would call to let me know the particulars. He would be attending seminars sponsored by his company and so I would be alone part of the time.
He called and told me to be there at 14:00. I asked what type of clothing to bring and he replied, "Casual," he then informed me he would be inspecting my choices of clothing. I felt very nervous but aroused.
The time came to pack for the week. What should I bring? Some things were obvious. I only wear thigh highs or stockings with a garter belt, thong panties, or none at all if I am wearing a dress or a skirt. There is something very arousing about knowing my pussy is so open and available. I tried to have something for every possible situation; red form fitting dress, black seamed stockings, off one shoulder top, everything I could think of.
The drive took almost two hours. My excitement was overwhelming. It was now 14:00 and my cell phone rang. He was calling to find out how far away I was since the appointed time had arrived. I told him I just entered the hotel parking lot. He said he saw me and to park over by him. I had chosen my sage green ensemble, complete with a duster and gold jewelry with burnt orange accents, along with three inch heels of gold brocade. I looked up and there he was, right at my door. I fumbled for the handle to open the door. He reached in, wrapped his arms around my waist and forced me to him. My god, how over powering this was! I just melted into him, my mouth hard against his, his hips pressing into me, his cock hard and urgently pressing against me. My pussy moistened yet again.
He checked us in as I stood by just mesmerized by everything about him. I watched his mouth move and it was all I could do not to throw myself on him and kiss him savagely. We were taken up to our room and he informed them that it would not be acceptable since it had two full sized beds. We desired a king. The only king sized beds were in rooms with a lesser view. He said the bed was much more important so they escorted us to another room. He tipped the bellboy and led him out the door.
He closed the door and walked to the bed and sat down. I reached for him and was going to kiss him but he grasped my hands and stopped me. He looked seriously at me and told me to undress. He uttered just the one word, "undress." I have never been told this so I laughed nervously and tried to kiss him again. He pulled my hands behind my back and smacked my ass with the palm of his free hand. He was not joking. Again he commanded me, "undress... for me." I did as I was told, apprehensively, but with complete arousal.