I've got us a suite at a hotel. You have strict instructions on what to wear when you arrive. I'll be waiting in the bar wearing a tweed three piece. You'll be wearing a red cocktail dress that stops no less than six inches above your knee, stockings only just not showing under your dress, suspender belt, french knickers - crotchless or assless, your choice, and a wired half cup bra. The dress and bra are to show off your spectacular tits to a level that Shakespeare could be played on them so great is the balcony... You're to wear four-inch black heels. Your makeup is to be natural except for your lipstick. The brightest red you have. As you receive the message you can picture the exact outfit in your wardrobe and promise to wear exactly what I describe.
You arrive. The porter taking your bag upstairs. You walk into the bar. The barman can't keep his eyes off you. I'm in a booth facing the door and stand up, not to greet you. But in awe of the vision before me. You walk up to me, recognising me instantly and we kiss. A gentle peck at first. Your hand pretends to be idle as it brushes against the very obvious hardness in my trousers.
We sit down in our booth, you sliding along, we're sitting right next to one another as the champagne comes over... Drinking slowly. We're a bottle down when you suggest taking the next one to the bedroom. Your hand has been working my thigh for the last two glasses. I ask for a bucket and another bottle. I'm informed they'll be along to our room straight away. We move towards the lift.
As soon as the door closes you are pressed against the mirror. One of my hands lifting your leg you pull me into you with it as my other hand works into your hair. Only having a short way to go we can't do much. A few kisses. Lingering tongues and touches. You're groaning. Aching. The door opens. You're pinned against the wall of the lift by me. Sitting on the handrail. I slide a hand under your arse and carry you to the room. Noses pressed against one another, staring into one another as we imagine what the weekend has in store...
I can't reach the key in my pocket whilst carrying you. I drop you to the floor and you start kissing my face, my lips, my neck... Leaving traces of your lipstick all over me. Your lips brushing, tickling my neck as I slide the key in and open the door. Spinning you around, pushing your hair to the side and kissing your neck as one hand has thumb and forefinger tracing the underline of your tits, the other moves down over the soft material of your dress... Down... Over your stomach... You break away. Walking into the room. I'm left admiring the view of your arse as you walk... Following shortly behind you.
We have to behave reasonably well... At least until the champagne gets here... Pushing you back onto the bed. Pinning your hands above your head. Kneeling over you and kissing your arms. Down... Down... Then you're forehead. Every inch down to your lips... Down to your neck... Kissing the hollow in your throat... You're ticklish with my gentle but insistent kisses. Down... Kissing your chest. Working down... Kissing the top of your tits. Your back arching up to my mouth. One of my hands running up your thigh. Then snapping the suspender against you. Stinging you slightly. Hand sliding up onto your arse as my other pins your hands down. Groping. Running my hands over your incredible arse. Kissing up your chest and a shoulder on the dress comes off... Then back down. I can see the bra now. Kissing down... Down... Your nipple just under the dress and I'm a second away from touching it with my tongue. Then there's a knock at the door.
Lifting myself off you, you put the shoulder back on your dress as the door opens. I pull the trolley into the room, my back towards you as I pop the champagne... You walk up behind me, kissing my neck and running your hands over my chest. Pulling my blazer off. Throwing it onto the chair behind me. Unbuttoning my waistcoat as I pour a glass of champagne. Nibbling my ear as the waistcoat comes off... I turn and we clink glasses. Moving to the sofa, you sitting with your legs over me as we chat... My hands always on your legs... Fingertips working up to the top of your stockings. Your legs open up inviting me in... Then I move down... A glass like that... Constant teasing... Taking your heels off of you. Lifting your leg and kissing from your foot up your leg. Taking your glass and setting it down. Gently pushing your legs off of me. Sliding off the sofa and kneeling in front of you. Kissing up from your ankle to your knee. Then your other leg. Eyes focused on your legs, not looking up at you but you can see me smiling as I kiss your stockinged legs... Your legs spread as I kiss my way up. Two steps forward and one step back.