He called me early in the day from his work to instruct me,
"Get ready to meet me at the Hilton Room #1199 at 9:45 tonight."
"You are to wear your hair in a pony tail, a white button front blouse, a short black skirt, thigh high nylons and heels."
"There will be a car waiting for you at 9:15".
In anticipation of the evening, I get prepared. I keep an eye on the clock as I pamper myself and picture in my head what he has planned for me. In his instructions, he tells me to leave the top 3 buttons of my blouse undone. As the hour arrives, I sip on a glass of wine to calm my nerves. The door bell rings and I open it to see a tall dark and handsome man offering me his hand, I take it as he leads me to the open door of a limo.
"I've been instructed to take you to the Hilton, Ma'am?"
"Yes, please!"
As the driver looks ahead to obey the traffic signs, I can see him staring into his rear view mirror. My face fills up with tingles as I remember that my blouse in partly undone. He seems to like what he sees and he seems to know what's in store for me tonight. I am feeling shy and vulnerable at the thought that this man, this stranger might know what is about to happen to me.As we pull up to the Hotel, I hop out of the limo when the door comes open for me. Just for a moment, I stop to take in the sensations and feelings that are rushing through me. From the pounding in my heart to the thoughts rushing through my head, I feel that all my senses are heightened with the excitement of what's to come. I know that he will make tonight everything it should be. He's never let me down, never left me unsatisfied.
"Good evening madam!"
"The elevators, please?" I ask the concierge
"To the right, ma'am" he directs me
I take the elevator to the 11th floor and the ring of the doors opening reminds me of why I am here. He will do as he pleases with me, he will use me to his satisfaction, he will make me do what he demands.
I step off the elevators and slowly walk down the hallway looking for room #1199. I stand in front of the door and take a deep breath. I tap on the door 3 times and I wait. I can hear him walking towards the door, observing the door knob turning, I see the door come ajar. He stands there evaluating my appearance.
"Step back" he orders me
"With your left hand, lift up your skirt" he pauses before continuing
"now turn around and bend over so I can see you"
I take a breath and a few steps back. I turn around, hold up my skirt and bend over. I can hear his sounds of approval as I obey. I can feel a rush of blood to my head and in a quick moment, I realize what he is seeing. I am all too aware that at any moment someone could walk off the elevator or out of their room to see me bent over showing off my assets.
"Stand up, let your skirt fall to your thighs and walk into the room"
He heads to the chair at the back of the room and takes a seat.
As I walk in, I close the door leaving the world behind me. I take a glance at the lay out of the room. The right side holds a king sized bed with a night table at each side, one of which holds a variety of toys and a couple candles. The room has a large floor to ceiling bay window that overviews a busy street, the curtains drawn open completely. The left side of the room accommodates a large chest of drawers and a coffee maker and behind is the largest mirror I've ever seen.
"I told you to take your hair down" he yells at me
In my reverie, I must have zoned out and failed to hear his instructions which frustrated him
"Do you have somewhere better to be?" he demands
Without responding, I reach for the hair band and place it on my wrist, I know it Will be used in the near future. My hairs falls down to mid-back. I shake my head to make sure my long brown hair is loose and free. I feel his gaze going up and down my body, and I know that he is picturing me naked, on all fours, his favorite position for me.
"untie your blouse slowly"
I reach for the 4th button and slip it out of the buttonhole, 2 more buttons and I am done.
"Open your blouse so I can see your tits"
In that split second I realise I fucked up. He didn't instruct me to wear a bra but I did.
"Well if I didn't know better I'd say you did that on purpose, I didn't tell you to wear a bra"
"I'm sorry" I tell him looking away from his eyes
"And you think apologizing makes up for it?" he asks
"No, of course not" I reply in agreement
"I'll deal with that later but for now let your blouse fall to the floor and turn your back to me"
I let the blouse descend to my feet. Facing the door, I feel the glare of his eyes burning through me.
"Remove your bra"
I reach to my back and unsnap the hook.
"Turn to face me"
"Unzip your skirt and let it fall"
"I want to see you naked with only stocking and heels on"
I know that he is aware of the moisture forming between my legs. My clit is slowly starting to throb and becoming anxious for some attention. Yet I know that he will make me wait. He will make me ache, swell and pulsate before giving me any sort of release.
"So so pretty!" he declares
"Your tits, they are just the perfect mounds of flesh"
"Put your right leg up on the edge of the bed"
"Now use your left hand to spread your pussy lips apart, with your other hand, slide two fingers inside yourself until your fingers are damp"
I know that he is starting to feel his cock throbbing probably as much as my clit so I reach for my hole, slide two fingers in and right away my fingers are wet.
"Move your fingers in and out 3 times and pull them out, let me see you clean them up with your mouth"
I hesitate for a second but I know that I have to comply with his demands.
I lick my fingers clean and wait for his next instructions