It is almost the twenty second. The thought of seeing you then, the possibilities it brings, sends a certain electricity through my body. Do you know that feeling when the water is very hot, not hurting you just yet, but nearly. Your body is tense and alert, it's ready for the pain but it is not coming. I feel like that. My body is excited with the prospect of you, my skin is tinkling and I can faintly feel my heartbeat down in my groins.
On the twenty second you will be in The Hague. It will be a nice, mild Sunday. You will have dinner with the other six members of the council as well as the board of directors. You will gather at the restaurant bar and you will have a few beers at about five. You will share one or two remarkable tales regarding developments in the industry. This is where you are in your element. Here, in an intellectually stimulating crowd, with a beer in your hand.
You will all have dinner here. You will be served five small courses and a cool white wine. A Sauvignon Blanc to start with, building it up to a woody Chardonnay with the main course.
I will catch the train at about seven in the evening, I will not want to wait at home any longer, I will prefer to wait in the hotel room. I will have taken a light meal and a long, hot shower. The ritual of applying body lotion to my smooth skin will be tantalizing to me, like foreplay. I will undoubtedly be tempted to slide my hands down, from my breasts, over my belly, down to my clitoris, but I will not. I know I would not be able to stop until I have finished it and that would be a waste. It would be like eating plain bread before an exquisite meal. But my body will be on fire then. It is already heating up as I am writing this.
I will put on the suspender belt. You told me you found them very sexy, so I will wear it on the twenty second. A black suspender belt, a black bra, no panties. Just as you suggested. With care I will slip my legs into the stockings and attach them, while I will be sitting on the edge of my bath.
I will look into the floor to ceiling mirror and will find that suspender belts are indeed quite sexy. I will turn around, and look over my shoulder to see what the back looks like. Two big round cheeks will look very inviting. I will bend over slightly and think of the old fashioned pin-ups, albeit they would have worn panties, black satin panties.
I will slip into a simple black t-shirt with a V-neck and a black skirt that reaches just above my knees. A wide skirt that dances around my legs as I walk. I will have already dried my hair and will have applied my make up. I will have sprinkled some CK One behind my ears and between my breasts, thinking of how you will cup them and bury your face between them. Your tongue will greedily move from one hard, pink nipple to your left to the one on your right.
I will be ready in the bathroom at about six thirty. I will return to my living room where I will put put on my high heels, the ones with the little strap around my ankle. On my large wooden table I will have laid out the items I will need to bring tonight. Among them will be the silk pouch holding the vibrator Durex Play Inspiration. We have been jokingly referring to it as Mr Inspiration and you mentioned that you are anxious to meet him.
I will need to bring make-up and deodorant as tomorrow I will come back and go straight to work. Will I bring panties and trousers or shall I go to work like this the next morning? Perhaps let my skirt slide up my thigh a little on Monday afternoon? What do you think our colleagues would say? Do you think they would even notice?
I will put on my red leather jacket. The sun will go down soon and the evening will be a bit chilly. I will loosely wrap a blue silk scarf around my neck. I may use it later that night to tie your wrists together when you lay naked on your back and I will ride you like a pony. I like that expression almost as much as the act. Ride you like a pony.
I will look at myself one last time in the mirror over the fireplace and apply some lip balm. The balm will make my lips look moist and slightly pink. They will be even fuller than normal that evening because they swell with my arousal, just like the lips of my vagina. I will cast one more glance around the house, grab my bag and head for the train station. At the shop at the train station I will buy myself a small bottle of white wine to keep me company while I will be waiting for you.
Walking in evening breeze, sitting in the train and in the taxi, all this time I will be very conscious of the fact that I am not wearing my usual briefs.
I am at the hotel. I walk to the reception desk in the lobby. My heels sound dramatic on the white marble floor.
"There's an envelope for me here" I say confidently to the young man behind the counter. You have left the small pouch for me with the second key card to your room. The guy rummages around a little before he hands it to me. It says 'For D.' You have sent me the room number by text this afternoon.
Will the other male members of the council and the board have a much younger mistress or a call girl waiting for them as well? Surely the women at the table will not, but the men? How many have been put up in a hotel like you? How many will find their manhood stiffening by the thought of returning to their room and the promise of what awaits them there? Look around the table, D. How many will tower over a moaning body later tonight? How many will feel warm breasts heaving with ecstasy? Can you imagine any of them with their lips slightly parted, breathing heavily while they drive their throbbing member into the warm, luscious depth of their companion?
You know you will.
I enter the room and look around, drop my bag next to yours. I take off my jacket and hang it over a chair, together with the blue scarf. I take off my shoes. The temperature in the room is perfect. When I use the restroom I wash myself rather than use the toilet paper, thinking of how your tongue can quickly and masterfully bring me to an orgasm every time. Like the very first time you came to my apartment. You had pulled down my pants, they were still around my ankles, my sneakers were still on my feet and you had buried your face in my lap. The tip of your tongue was working on my clitoris and although I wanted to resist you, afraid of all the terrifying consequences this may have on my job and my visa, I couldn't. I came quickly, hard and unexpectedly. I came without wanting to come, it was truly overwhelming. It is hard to believe it has been more than two years already.
I take out my book and the bottle of wine. Screw cap, naturally. I pour myself a glass, take a big swig and then put it on the night stand. I take Mr Inspiration out of my bag and out of it´s pouch. My fingers trace it´s smooth, velvety surface. I position it on the night stand as well, together with the lubricant I have brought.
When everything is set up, I lay down on the bed. Fully dressed aside from my shoes and my panties. I stretch out and sigh. I am so ready to feel your thick, hard cock deep inside of me, but it will be at least another hour before you will be able to get away. My crotch is screaming to be touched. My lips and clitoris throbbing, I clench my fists. Just.. just a touch. I stick my index- and middle finger in my mouth, lick them and bring them to that pulsing little nob that seems to be the on- and off button to my brain. It feels so good, I close my eyes and let out a grunt. Not yet. Not yet.
I have to practice a lot of self control to take my fingers out of between that warm, wet slit. I turn myself around, lay face down, sigh and take another big sip from my wine. Frustrated, I grab and open my book.
