This is part 3 of the continuing story of this hot couple...... How it has lead to more fantasy sharing and ultimately the arrangement of a night in a luxury hotel. But when the handsome man is late, others step in to take care of our heroine and then, the real fun begins.......
Chapter Three
The following week Edward called her and told her to clear her diary for the weekend, which would start in the Cranberry Bell, a superb five-star hotel about thirty miles away. The hotel had a terrific reputation, designer rooms, a designer golf course and a double A rosette restaurant.
'I'd like you to meet me there,' he said, 'we won't bother with golf but we will have dinner, oh, and bring your toothbrush.'
Gina checked out the hotel online, it looked lovely and very five -star, and so she wondered what the hell to wear and what to take.
She was very mindful of his previous comments about her clothes and tonight she wanted to look and feel really good. After trying on almost everything she owned, she went back to the very first thing that she had tried, which was a simple elegant black wrap dress. She wore a new black basque underneath and cinched the dress in tight across her waist, tying it at the back, which pushed up her voluptuous breasts exposing an attractive amount of cleavage. She added a string of creamy pearls, black suede high heeled shoes, a suede bag and a beige jacket finished everything off. Happy with her appearance, she packed a small bag and she set off to meet Edward.
He had told her recently that it was very important to him that she looked good, although he quickly followed that up telling her that she always looked good. He told her that he felt good when he knew that all the other men around wanted her but they both knew that she would be ending her night with him. It was such an aphrodisiac knowing that he wanted her; she couldn't get enough of the feeling.
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They had arranged to meet in the hotel bar at seven and as she arrived, she checked that she looked okay - black dress just above the knee, black holdup stockings, lacy tops not quite visible, killer heels to make long legs look even longer and a low front - just the right amount of bare skin exposing just the suggestion of the breasts beneath. Hopefully Edward would like how she looked.
The bar was small and had around five high stools, mostly occupied by a group of men all talking together. As she walked in, heads turned as each man in the group looked more than anything she guessed because she was a woman on her own.