Nick stared at his drink impatiently. She had texted 5 minutes ago to say she had arrived at the garage across the street. He looked up and around the hotel bar scanning for her, then back to look at his phone for perhaps the 20th time.
What was taking her so long? The prosecco he had ordered for her bubbled merrily in front of the stool beside him, indifferent to his impatience. Was this a mistake he wondered? It was risky meeting at the bar in the hotel where a room waited for them upstairs. Tonight was the first time they had decided to have a drink at a hotel bar before one of their playdates. He usually was in the room already, waiting for her soft knock on the door and they would never be seen together.
But this Friday, his wife was out of town and they had decided to make an evening of it. A drink at the bar, fantastic sex, dinner at a fancy restaurant and then back to the hotel for more sex. An evening meticulously planned and excitedly anticipated.
Maybe she had run into someone she knew? Maybe she had ducked into a ladies room to put on makeup? No, she really didn't wear makeup. Her naturally beautiful face didn't need any. The last time he had been in this bar had been with colleagues from work. Yes, maybe this was too risky especially at a bar only three blocks from his old office.
Finally, there she was! Walking through the crowd, Beverly was glancing around trying to spot him. He stood up and waved and walked over to her, giving her an appropriate peck on the cheek before he led her to her seat. Being so much older (more than twice her age) his goal was to make their interaction seem like work colleagues - maybe mentor/mentee. Although in the reality of their kinky sexual relationship, it was really more the other way around.
He helped her with her bags (why do women need so many?) hanging them on the hooks in front of the stools. This gave him the opportunity to look at her legs and up her beautiful slim figure to her lovely freckled face. He marveled, as he always did, that he would have this gorgeous creature naked and in his complete control very soon.
They chatted and drank until she remembered and said, "You never sent me the scenario you said you had written for this evening."
"Oh, it was so elaborate it took me a while to finish, but I sent it to you 1/2 hour ago." Not every time, but most times, he would write a scenario or role play and send it to Beverly in advance. They were usually 6-8 pages long and might take an hour to play out.
"You can read it now if you'd like," he said.
"That will take too long I think," she responded.
"Well, take a look and maybe I'll go to the men's room."
She took out her phone and scanned for his email and opened it. She smiled and started laughing looking at Nick adoringly. "Very funny, you really had me!"
Although the subject line was "My Elaborate Plans For You" the email consisted of nothing but seven lines of emojis - depicting kissing, her surrender, spanking, her sucking him, him going down on her, chained to a bed orgasming and finally lying in bed together.
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Nick leaned in so the bartender wouldn't overhear and said, "I love to make you smile and laugh Beverly, almost as much as I like to make you cum." This should have been followed by an embrace and a long, lingering kiss, but they were out in public so it would have to wait. So they chatted a bit more and agreed the emoji of the cat laughing so hard it's crying was the perfect metaphor for a female orgasm.
Nick and Beverly finished their drinks and walked to the hotel elevators, keeping just enough distance between them that they didn't necessarily look like a couple heading up to their room.
Once in the room, Nick offered to take her coat to hang in the closet. When Beverly glanced at the closet door, a frisson of fear mingled with excitement coursed through her body. Hanging from the top of the door by a strand of black rope was a silver carabiner - at just the right height to hang her hands from. When Nick opened the closet door, an intricate web of expertly tied rope work could be seen securing the carabiner. Yes, this would definitely hold her entire body weight. Nick just smiled as he closed the closet door and softly said, "You can see your future, can't you Bev?" Beverly shivered slightly as she followed him to the center of the room.
She glanced briefly at an ironing board which was set up next to the TV counter. And yes, Nick had taken it from the closet and placed it in the room thinking it would be perfect to tie her down and take her. But testing it, he determined it was a bit too unstable. No, it wouldn't be good to have the whole thing collapse and send them both flying to the floor when he was on top and thrusting inside her pussy.
Beverly walked over to the window and looked out over Boston's Fort Point channel and the famous tea party ship and Hood milk bottle. Nick had paid extra for this water view room even though he knew they'd do little gazing out the window - especially once her blindfold was on.