We had arranged to meet in the bar. I had arrived at the hotel first, booked in, checked the room leaving the bottles of wine to chill - her choice, white this time, although she normally drunk red. I went downstairs to wait for her arrival.
We selected the hotel together, an easy choice as it was the same one in which we had first met - that fumbling, clumsy time together as we got to know each other. This time there was no doubt that both of us were staying. All arrangements had been made - room service for dinner (she would choose) and, of course, breakfast. Why waste any of our precious time together leaving our room?
I ordered a drink, this time not to steady my nerves or give me confidence, but purely for pleasure. I chose a seat up at the bar, as agreed, more confident that we wouldn't arouse any suspicion.
She arrived shortly after. She looked stunning. Higher heels than normal, making her taller than me I noted but not really caring, a figure hugging black dress (and boy did it hug!) low cut, displaying her gorgeous breasts pushed up high by whatever she was wearing underneath, and a winter coat casually slung over her shoulder. Her hair up but in a casual, not formal way.
"Wow." I thought as she walked confidently over turning more than a few heads towards her.
The familiar warm feeling began to form in my lower belly, the slight firmness which was difficult to suppress. She carried a very small bag, 'odd', I thought, 'no overnight things', I hoped she hadn't changed her mind or couldn't get away.
I hopped off the stool to welcome her, no longer just a quick nervous peck on the cheek, but straight to her lips, gently so I didn't ruin her makeup; nicely done as usual, not tarty but, well, alluring was the word that sprung to mind.
Indeed, she was taller than me as we stood together, however the way her heels pushed her bottom up high, extending her legs, oozing sex, I really couldn't care and that was evident from the grin across my face and thinking of everyone who would be looking at me saying 'What a lucky bastard'!
"You look amazing," I said as an opening.
"As always, I hope you are going to add?" she replied.
Hmmm, she really is in a playful mood I thought.
"As always, my dear."
We sat up on the stools, she gestured for drinks.
"Tequilas please," she ordered confidently.
"Tequilas?" I asked
"Why not? We don't want to spend too long down here do we?"
She shifted herself on the stool, crossing her legs, revealing a long slit in her dress to the top of her thigh. Stockings. My heart leapt, the firmness returning. I leant in towards her.
"You can keep them on this time".
"We'll see", she replied with a cool look directly into my eyes.
"Have you not brought an overnight bag?" I asked looking at her small bag she was still holding. "No change of clothes?"
"Why would I? I do not intend to wear any clothes, do you?" she replied mischievously.
The drinks arrived.
One...two...three, down. A shaking of heads, pursed lips; a learned response from American movies.
"Two more," she signalled, "and then we'll go up."
I nodded, try and hold me back!
She leant in and whispered closely.
"Do you want to see what I've brought?" she raised her bag opening it.
"Shh, it's a secret!"
I looked down and saw that she had brought her rabbit toy with her, and I don't mean a cuddly one.
"Ali, I know you say and do things to shock but really it doesn't work!"
"Aww", she replied, "It normally does!"
Inwardly I was thinking 'what a girl!'
I leant forward in turn to her ear.
"And guess what I brought?" I whispered. "My wife's one!"
Ha, that got her! She shrieked putting her hand to her mouth.
"What are we waiting down here for? Let's go!" she jumped off her stool, slamming her drink and grabbing my hand.
I raised a bottle from the ice bucket.
"Fizz first?"
"Naturally"
She stood at the bedroom window looking out into the darkness, the twinkling lights of North Edinburgh below and out over Fife. I put the room ligghts on low to help our view and joined her handing a glass. 'Cheers' we chinked smiling. We were back.
"Remember the last time?"
"Of course."
"We stuck to our agreement. God knows how we managed that" I giggled.
"I know. When I woke in the morning I lay looking at you. My body was screaming 'fuck him, now!', but I couldn't wake you. You looked so content. I had to go, for my own sake."
"Ah, yes. It was a disappointment to hear you leave, but hey, we've moved on and now we're back!"
Chink.
We looked out for a minute, I moved close in to her. I placed my hand on her back, she responded with a twist of her shoulders. A contented response, one that said carry on. I twisted her around, passionately kissing her, my hand on her neck, pulling her in. She kissed back, pushing her hips forward against me, feeling my firmness developing. Her hands were over my back, she felt me twitch.
"Ah, I remember that, I'll go easy." she said.
My hands explored her, kissing continuing, over her shoulders, a brush past her breasts, down to her hips and around to her bottom, firmed by the upward push of her heels. She relaxed down, stepping backwards. She reached high round her shoulders and undid her hair, still holding it in place. She turned around signalling 'unzip my dress'.
There is nothing more sensual than a woman, standing tall, baring her neck. I slipped her zipper down, she gave a slight wiggle and her figure hugging black dress fell to the floor, expertly done without hands, a move that she had obviously perfected through practise. What a tease! She turned around.
"Well, what do you think?" I stood, eyes taking everything in, her hands still holding her hair up playfully. Her boobs were pushed up high, cleavage pressed in, accentuated. Her legs, lengthened by her heels, smooth as silk in her stockings. The white flesh of her thighs drawing my eye. Her lacy knickers, faintly see-through so you could just see her neatly trimmed pubic hair beneath. The suspender belt around her waist, expertly framing her hips.
"I'm..., well I'm speechless. You look incredible. Look, I'm trembling!"
I held up my hand. She laughed, and shook her hair down turning towards the window.
I went to refill our glasses.
She was standing with her elbows leaning on the high window cill, bottom pushed back, obviously and knowingly teasing me. I wanted her there and then. Standing, at the window, from behind, in her stockings and heels. My cock now hard in my trousers.
I moved towards her placing our glasses down and passing my hands around her hips. She pushed back against me, pressing against my cock, a few wiggles.
"Well, Mr Smith, I know what you want. However, I have something else in mind!"
She calmly lifted her glass and walked over to the bed placing it down on the bedside table. She pulled the top cover off, folding it neatly.
"Don't need that, too fancy," then pulled the other covers off throwing them on the floor.
"Don't need them either, too soft."
I stood watching her as she prepared for whatever she had planned. Watching a women organising a room whilst in very sexy underwear and in high heels takes no effort from me at all. I remained by the window watching her performance; and it was a performance. She knew that she was putting on a show for me but, somehow, I felt for herself too.
She pulled her toy out of her bag.
"Well, where is it then?" referring to the one I had brought. I nodded to my overnight bag which she unzipped.
"Well we won't need these!" she said holding up my pyjamas. "What were you thinking about, Mr Smith?" raising an eyebrow and causing a slight redness in my face.
She rummaged around.
"Ah", continuing her performance, "here it is!!" holding up my wife's toy. "Nice ribs, has it been used much?" inspecting it closely, lifting it up to her face.
I spluttered, okay I conceded that sometimes she can shock me.
"Alison!! What? Don't worry, it came with a pack of
'Buzz-wipes'," I replied trying to keep cool, "and no, not much. It does have new batteries though," I smiled.
She laid them on the bed.
"Did you bring the small one?"
"No, I thought I'd leave at least something for me to do!"
She carried a chair from the table across to the foot of the bed. One of these typically low backed but upright hotel chairs with solid rounded arms that no-one ever sits on and which are only ever used as a clothes hanger. She beckoned me to "Sit!" - I duly complied. She fetched some paper and a pencil from the desk and handed them to me.
"Now this is purely for your research, you understand. I will gain no pleasure from this for myself. Purely for your own education," she giggled.
'Ah', I cottoned on to her plan; I believe that we had mentioned this before!
She sat down on the end of the bed directly in front of me. She reached around with her arms and unhooked her bra, shaking herself loose.
"I don't need that". She threw it to the side.
