I fidgeted with the fabric of my skirt, running the hem between my fingers, tracing the waistline, straightening it with my slightly shaky hands. It was a Friday afternoon, before rush hour, and the train cart was nearly empty. Regardless, I couldn't shake the feeling that the few people that were sitting within my eyesight could easily see it in my face. That they were able to somehow sense the excitement and nervousness, the low-level guilt and the hint of fear, that all of this was evident in my face. I was startled when my phone vibrated in it the pocket of my jacket, but it was only an unimportant e-mail from the university. I looked up from the screen as we were pulling into the station and felt a sudden rush of blood to my face.
I had to force myself to breathe deeply a few times before I could stand up and gather my things, and then go down the steps of the train and walk along the platform towards the big entrance doors. I took a minute to do a quick check with my phone's front-facing camera, to make sure my hair looked good, and that my nervousness was not too evident in my face. I buttoned my jacket, tied the scarf tightly around my neck, and went through the gates.
Just as we had discussed, she was standing right in front of the station, next to a black car. She was even more beautiful in person than on the screen. She was wearing tight dark jeans, black boots, and a simple dark green coat, her long brown hair tied in a low ponytail. She smiled at me reassuringly as I walked towards her. For months I thought I would just know what to do when I saw her, that I would have the confidence to walk up to her and kiss her like I had wanted to do for so long. Instead, she was the one who took me into her arms and hugged me tightly. She was slightly taller than me, but not so much that I could not wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me.
"I'm so glad you are here" She said in my ear. As I heard her voice, so familiar to me now, all the nervousness and the part of me that wanted to run away started to fade.
"Me too" I managed to mutter and smiled at her, looking into her eyes.
She took me by the hand, led me to open backseat door of the car and told me to go in, and then went around to the other side. I closed the door and took one last look at the train station, still unable to believe that I had actually made it there and had just gotten into the car with a gorgeous married woman who was 15 years my senior. She told the driver the address, and turned around to look at me. Her fingers interlaced with mine, resting on my knee.
"Mark had a last minute delay on his work trip, and won't be here until tomorrow" she explained as one of her fingertips grazed my stockings-covered thigh "but it won't be a problem. There are a few things we need to do before he gets here anyway."
She let go of my fingers and rested her hand on my leg, her long fingers slowly caressing the inside of my thigh, sending strong nervous signals straight to my brain. The hand that I had so often seen on Mark's and her own body, being used as an instrument of pleasure, was now on me, just inches away from where I wanted those fingers to explore. She gave me a reassuring, confident smile. She knew the effect she was having on me. I opened my legs slightly, but her fingers did not climb further up, closer to the source of the heat. In the back of my mind, I knew she was talking to me, but my brain was too focused on the sensation of her leg against mine, of the sound of her voice, the smoothness of her touch, to allow me to process words.
After a relatively short drive, we arrived at the hotel they had chosen. We had agreed that, despite the fact that they lived in the city and had a house there, the first time we met would be in a hotel. Of course, a part of it was due to safety concerns from all of us, but for me, meeting in a hotel made it somehow naughtier, forbidden, more clandestine. She had already checked in, so we walked through the lobby and straight to the elevator. I could feel a tingle in my hands and between my legs, a mix between nervousness and excitement. She saw me looking around, almost as if I was trying to figure out if the people sitting on the leather couches in the lobby, who were all minding their own business, knew what we were up to, and grabbed my hand reassuringly, pulling me down to Earth immediately. There were already a few people in the elevator when we got in, rushing to catch it before the doors closed. She leaned back against the wall and pressed the button marked "17". I stood in front of her, just admiring her features, my words still tangled and knotted together in my throat.
Her hair was brown and longer than mine, and she had gorgeous long lashes that contoured her almond-shaped, honey-colored eyes. But I had known all of that before that day. I had already memorized her features, her long legs, the few birthmarks that adorned her back, the faint wrinkles that formed by her eyes when she smiled or closed her eyes too tightly, and the very faded line just above her panty line from the appendectomy she had many years ago. But what I was not aware of was how soft her lips looked up close or how much I would want to taste them once I saw them in person. She knew this well, and kept running the tip of her tongue along them, biting them lightly, and opening them just enough to make me stumble on my words.
"This is our floor" She broke my daydreams about her lips with her words. We walked all the way to the end of the hallway, the anticipation probably making us walk faster than usual. I saw her hands trembling slightly when she took out the keycard and opened the door to let me in.
The room was divided into a living room cream-colored linen couches, a little kitchen and breakfast bar, and a big TV. to my left, there was a bedroom with a bed that looked much bigger than a king-sized one. Everything was perfectly organized, as I had expected, because that's just how Mark was. One of the walls was covered in windows from floor to ceiling, and there were several mirrors spread throughout the room (above the bed and couch, by the door, next to the closet, on tables), which I didn't know whether this was a deliberate kinky idea, or just how the hotel was. On the small counter in the kitchen area I saw a few wine, champagne, and whiskey glasses, a tall crystal pitcher filled with water, and a coffee machine. And on the couch, there were soft-looking blankets, neatly folded.
Claire closed the door behind us and took off her coat, which I took as an indication to do the same. I gave it to her and she hung them both as I explored the room, walking around slowly. I was looking out the window, trying to figure out if we were high enough to be out of sight to the people in the other buildings in the city center when I heard her footsteps approaching and turned around.
"It has a nice view" I said to try to push through the knot in my throat and she smiled and nodded, coming closer to me. At last, she leaned in to gently press her lips against mine. They were as smooth as they looked, and the soft but sweet smell of her briefly overwhelmed my senses. I kissed her back just as softly, and then again more aggressively, the tip of my tongue grazing those beautiful, plump, tasty pink lips. She put her hand on my cheek, slid it down to my neck and buried her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. Without realizing I was doing it, I put my hands around her hips and got them closer to mine. Although it was probably all in my imagination, I could sense the heat emanating from between her legs as our bodies got closer together. She moaned against my mouth when I playfully bit her lip, and the kiss grew in intensity.
I allowed my mouth to wander down her neck, kissing and gently biting her skin. I could feel her shivering between my arms. My hands on her waist, pulling her closer to me, feeling her breasts against mine, separated only by a few millimeters of fabric. I slid my index fingers under the waistline of her jeans, making my way to the button and zipper. I could tell she was either mumbling something to me or moaning softly, or quite likely, both at the same time. I quickly undid the button and felt her muscles tensing up.
"Wait, Lucy, stop" She said between breaths, catching me by surprise. I lift my head to look at her and took a small step back, leaving one of my hands on her waist. She took a deep breath and looked at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and I could see a small mark on her neck where I had perhaps bitten her a little too hard.
"Wh... what is it?" I asked, terrified she'd tell me that this was a terrible idea and I needed to go.
"Mark told me to call him the second we got here, before anything" she was clearly struggling to get the words out, whether this was due to trepidation, excitement or arousal, I didn't know. She took her phone out of her back pocket, her hand shaking slightly, and dialed. He picked up on the first ring. "Hi honey... Yes, we're here... I did... Yes, that too" she made a pause and looked up at me, with a grin that denoted lust and excitement "She did, and she looks gorgeous, you're going to be really pleased". I smiled back at her, feeling slightly embarrassed.
While she kept talking to him, I turned around and took another look at the room. There was a small black suitcase on the dresser, with a medium and a small chain hanging from one of the sides. I also noticed that the drawers in the nightstand were not entirely closed and inside, I could make out something made of black leather and something shiny, probably made of metal. My mind raced through all the different toys I knew they owned, so many possibilities for what those things could be. In the lower drawer were ropes, most of them black with the exception of a lilac/purple one, which I knew was Claire's favorite and the first one they had ever bought. All I wanted to do at that moment was to open the drawers and the black suitcase to try to anticipate as much as possible about the weekend. We had discussed many things, and they both knew my limits and I knew theirs, but the specifics of what was going to go down in the hotel were for Mark to decide.
"Lucy, he wants to talk to you" I snapped out of my kinky daydreaming as she handed me the phone. She walked away towards the kitchen area as I put it against my ear, a sudden rush of adrenaline hitting my brain.
"Hello?" I asked shyly, even though I had spoken to him so many times before.
"Hi Lucy, how was the train ride?" His voice made me shiver. By now, I was almost conditioned to get aroused at the sound of his deep voice.
