It was a hotel room, like many others she had been in. The sterile prints on the walls, earth tones made up the decor, telephone that she reached over and turned off, and the standard color "comes with 50 cable channels and HBO" television set. She unpacked her bag, shook the wrinkles out of her clothes and hung them in the closet. The next three days would consist of one meeting after another, pasty tasting hotel catered food, and 50 cable channels plus HBO with nothing worth watching on any of them.
She sighed as she stripped off her clothes, thinking what could have been. They should have been together tonight, but schedules collapsed yesterday and he couldn't get away. She had stripped down to her panties and took a closer look at what she saw in the mirror. The three F's, fair, fat, and forty. The legs still held up well, her breasts weren't huge, average size with no sagging. Pink nipples the size of quarters topped each mound. She pulled at each nipple until it stood up and she began to feel her pussy getting wet.
She stepped out of her panties and began to finger herself, thinking of the ways his fingers moved in and out of her until she moaned in delight and released her cum into his hands. Her fingers moved faster as her pussy started to tingle and she thought how he always brought his fingers up to his mouth to lick off her cum. Her thumb found her clit and began to roll it, her hips arching and writhing as she rose to meet her own hand. She could feel her orgasm nearing. Her fingers moved faster and faster, just as she was about to give in and fall into sweet pleasure, she heard the first knock at the door. She tried to ignore it and kept her fingers buried deep in her pussy. The knock sounded again, this time more insistent.
This time she stopped and called out for the intruder to wait just a minute. She slipped on her lavender silk robe and ran her fingers through her short red hair to make an attempt to straighten it. She walked across the floor and asked who was at the door. She startled at the voice that answered and then quickly unlocked the door and opened it.
"What are you doing here," she questioned, "I thought that your wife was staying home this weekend."
He grinned, stepped through the door, closed and locked it behind him. "I lied" he told her. "I just had to see your face when you opened the door."
"And what would you have done if my husband had decided to come along at the last minute?"
"Called your house from a pay phone before I left town, talked to your husband and no you do not need a new vacuum cleaner." he chuckled.
"Oh and you think that you are so smart, do you, well the mistress does not like her slaves to be so forward, I'm afraid that you must be punished." she said.
"Mistress, please do not think badly of me, I only wanted to please you." he answered quickly falling into his role.
"On the floor in front of me", she demanded,"and do not speak until I tell you too"
He fell to the floor at the tips of her toes, for some reason he was a bit unsettled. They had played the game before, but she never sounded so stern with him. This time it seemed real, and he wondered if coming here and surprising her had been a good idea after all.
"Crawl into the bathroom and run my tub, slave, undress yourself and prepare to bathe me."