You follow the instructions on the anonymous not you received, arriving promptly at 9pm. You knock on the hotel door before you hesitantly, noting the room number, "69", as you do... although, not for the first time.
The door begins to open, and you gaze uncertainly into the room before you. The room is dark, except for yhe light shining through the doorway and slanting across the floor. By this small illumination, you can see that the room is a suite, this being only the main sitting room. You take a step ito the room, squinting into the darkness, searching for the one who brought you here.
The door closes behind you with a "click", loud in the obscurity and complete silence that enshrouds you. A figure moves from the door and comes up behind you. I mold myself against your back and wrap my arms around your waist pressing my palms against your chest, and pressing my breasts into your back. I rub my cheek against the back of your neck, then pull away, catching your hand and leading you through the darkness into another room.
This room, like that main one is completely dark. I lead you forward slowly, then turn you around and push. You fall heavily onto the end of a large king sized bed, your body sliding on the satin sheets. Catching yourself with your hands, you are unprepared for me to land on top of you. I press myself against you, nipping your neck, then trailing kisses to your mouth, where I catch your lower lip between my teeth and tug lightly, before sliding my tongue past your lips and rubbing it against yours. You respond, arching up against me and closing your eyes, as I run my hands up and down your chest, and caress your face. I tease your tongue with mine coaxing you into my mouth while deftly rising your hands above your head and into cuffs secured to the headboard. I grin at your start of surprise before kissing you again, while prying your shoes off with my feet. I deftly unfasten your jeans, and pull them along with your boxers, and your sox (musn't forget the sox!) off your legs. You are intrigued now, not knowing what to expect from me. Your knowledge in my identity is secure, and you are bemused at my use of darkness. You can feel the smooth fabric of my satin pants against your now bare skin, and the tails of my blouse trail against your stomach.
I grin as I feel the velvet of your blue shirt, then quickly unbutton it, pulling the sleeves up onto the chain connecting the two cuffs together, then run my hands up your chest before cupping your face and kissing you yet again. I slide off to your side, then lift your side and push, communicating to roll over without words. Once you are on your stomach, I rise from the bed and walk over to a table, you can hear the faint rustle of my pants, as I move about. A march flares, and for a moment, the room is illuminated, and you smell a musky burning scent, incense you realize. I light several candles as well, strategically placed around the bed and room to cast a golden glow across the bed.
I return, and you feel me slide onto the bed. I straddle your buttocks, resting lghtly on my legs. You hear a soft "pop" sound, then shortly feel smooth oil spreading across your back. The scent of Vanilla invades your senses and you groan as I stroke my hands along your sore muscles, kneading, relaxing. I rub your neck loosening the tension, and strain before moving to your shoulders. I move to the side of you and rub one arm until it is slack and loose within it's bonds, befor emoving to the other side and repeating the process. Straddling you again, I place my hands at the base of your spine, then leane my weight into you, crackign your back, them moving up to crack it again. I grin as you moan in pleasure, then turn around. I rub your feet, tenderly massaging them, then move slowly up your legs, stroking your calves and "chopping" them until they relax. Reaching your thighs I knead them, "accidentally" brushing against your balls between your legs, causing you to jerk in response.
