David introduces trans Emma to an old work colleague.
This is a continuing story, please see :
Emma's stiletto seduction 01 to Pt. 10
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I left Picadilly station and walked out into the cold Manchester air.
You can tell it was still January, and the biting dry air filled your lungs with what felt like sharp needles.
I would have to wait for my boyfriend David to check in to our hotel room and text me the details.
He had invited me to stay with him whilst he attended a work conference in the city and we had travelled up from the South coast separately on the train. A colleague had pulled out of attending and David thought it's would be a good idea for us to spend the night, or as it would be, two nights, away together.
The conference was for accounting, and although David had separated from his wife last summer, he was still married to the job. A 'career accountant' they would say in the department, and at 56 he knew of no reason why he would change before retirement.
He had found other ways to enrich his life though, and things changed when he accepted my invitation on a non-date last Autumn. That non-date turned out to be the start of a wonderful series of adventures...
I typed in the hotel details into Google Maps on my phone. The Dakota Manchester. It was a short walk away, but I had to waste time in getting there.
David would have to check in and wait until his two work colleagues, who were sharing the room next door, were not likely to see him sneaking me in.
The Dakota is a modern and stylish hotel, with eight floors and a large lobby, bar and dining area for hundreds of covers.
I passed the time waiting for David to text whilst reading reviews online.
"Absolutely everything!!! Spotless Rooms, staff couldn't do enough for you. Best hotel in Manchester" - Janine
"Amazing attention to detail, most comfortable bed ive ever slept on." - Chloe
David: Hi Emma, i'm in room 603 x
Emma: Ok on my way, is it quiet? X
David: I told the desk that my partner is on their way, if they bother you. X
Emma: ok, see you in a short while, im already outside x
I wheeled my case through the lobby, the receptionist was too busy checking in a guest to notice me and gave me no more than a passing glance.
There were two lifts off the lobby, and I called one down, the beep echoing on the hard polished stone surfaces. Thankfully I was not wearing metal tipped stiletto heels to attract more attention than necessary.
The lift door opened and I hauled my case in, across the boundary of the door and propped it against the wall. Hurrying across the lobby bounded a young man, who just made it to the lift in time, having placed his arm inside, causing the door to re-open. I looked away, and was glad that I had worn my covid mask to hide my startle.
He pressed for floor 4, which lit up along with floor 6 and the elevator started to move. I tried to control my breathing, and relax. I knew he desperately wanted to look at me, after all he was standing next to a woman dressed in black leather knee length boots, a leather hobble skirt and a long leather jacket.
It is designed to attract attention, but this was never the attention I wanted to attract. Thankfully the lift reached 4 without incident and the man left. he didn't look back, which I appreciated.
The 6th floor corridor was quiet, and I wheeled my heavy case to the room marked 603. The door was slightly off the latch.
I slowly pushed open the door, and David turned to see me.
"Everything ok?" Asked David.
"Yes," I replied, breathing a sigh of relief and taking off my mask.
"That was a close one!" He said, "The guard definitely knew."
"I think he did," I replied with a frustrated pout, "he gave me quite a look as I got off the train.
"Let's hope he isn't on the train back then!"
The room was very modern, with lovely furnishings and a large sofa situated at the foot of the bed.
The bathroom was larger than you would expect, and covered in brown subway style tiles. It was a wet-room, with a walk-in shower.
"David, I thought you said this was a twin room?" I asked inquisitively, whilst looking at the only bed, a large king sized bed, in the room.
"Oh I told the receptionist that my girlfriend was sharing with me not a work colleague, and they changed me from a twin."
"What did your friends say!"
"Oh they just think I did it just to get a bigger bed, which I did." He said, smiling, "And it also means we are on different floors to them."
I nodded and placed my case on the sofa at the foot of the bed.
"I'm going to get a shower." David said, "We have an 8am start tomorrow. They want to make the most of the day apparently."
David had already unpacked, and had hung up his jacket in the wardrobe. he picked up a wash bag that had been placed on an armchair and went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower being turned on full.
It was the first opportunity I'd had to reapply my make up. Wearing a mask at the station and in the hotel lobby had caused it to smear, and i'd not worn any lipstick since I removed it after sucking Davids' cock in the train toilets 90 minutes earlier.
It was nice to sit down in front of the mirror and comb my hair straight.
I carefully unwrapped my clothes from my case and hung a dress in the other half of the wardrobe. I placed my laptop on the circular coffee table in front of the sofa and my now empty suitcase at the bottom of the wardrobe next to Davids.
I could hear him showering, but I could not resist slowly opening the door and taking a peek. Through the single pane of glass designed to protect the room from too much water, I could see him naked. His frame filled up most of it.
I watched as he lathered a sponge and soaped himself down.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked, cheekily.
"Hey!" He called out whilst turning round, "haven't you seen enough of this today already?"
"Just brushing my teeth," I replied, looking back at him in the mirror as I did so.
By the time he had dried himself, I had dimmed the room lights and got changed.
I placed my boots into the wardrobe, and carefully hung my long black leather hobble skirt next to his suit jacket. I took off my white woollen jumper and laid out a black satin slip on the bed.
I pulled it on over my bra, and it hung just below my crotch. I'd keep my tights on too.
I combed my hair once more and climbed into bed, sitting up but pulling the duvet back over me.
David wandered back into the room, naked but for a towel around his waist.
"I see you have re-applied your lipstick" He noticed, smiling.
"Well you never know when you are going to need it." I replied.
David walked around the bed, towelling his hair dry as he went.
"Is it ok if I sleep naked?" He asked.
"I insist on it."
David climbed into bed, almost comically we both sat bolt upright and staring forwards at the large TV set opposite. Unfortunately this acted like a perfect mirror, revealing the scene to both of us.
I reached over to the beside table and turned off the lights.
"Goodnight." I said.
"Goodnight." He said.
I was on the left side of the bed, and crawled under the covers and lay on my left side.
I could feel David do the same.
Inch by inch we made it to the centre of the bed, where I felt his warmth radiating towards me.
Soon we were spooning, and I felt his left arm working its way under my neck, acting like a pillow, and his right arm reaching across me, holding me tight.
Of course I could feel his erection burying itself between the cheeks of my bottom. I must admit that I encouraged this somewhat by nuzzling my bottom backwards, trying to envelop it.
