The Rendezvous

This is a fantasy of mine I've had for some time. I wrote it as a way to do something creative. I'm British, so some of the terms and references may be more UK centric, but I tried to keep it neutral. I've written it from the perspective of a female, as I am hopeful that perhaps someone (with a British accent) might like it record an audio version. It's my first piece so please be gentle with the feedback.

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The Rendezvous

Our relationship crackled to life a few weeks ago. We've had a few romantic dates and recently some steamy, passionate sex. We seem to be a great match and we're enjoying the newness of it all, exploring each other to uncover what makes us smile, what makes us get hot and flustered. There's a real buzz of excitement and intrigue, and I'm curious to see what new things I can find out about you... and maybe about myself.

Today we're catching up for lunch in a busy city café. It's the perfect antidote to an otherwise forgettable, mundane Wednesday. I quickly walk along the busy streets smiling, looking forward to seeing you again. When I arrive I see you have a small overnight suitcase with you. "Going away somewhere?" I ask, as we exchange polite kisses and I slide into the seat opposite you.

"I thought we might have a night away somewhere this weekend." you reply, with a twinkle in your eye.

"Ooh how very romantic. Where are we going?" I ask, a curious look on my face. Before you can answer I add "And if we're going away this weekend why do you have your case with you now?"

"It's not my case. It's yours." You tell me. "I wanted to get you a few things for the weekend. I hope you like them."

"I love presents!" I say. "I'm curious though, can I open it here?"

"No, it's probably best you wait until you get home." you confirm, and give me a look that I know means you're thinking dirty thoughts. I'm intrigued and no matter how much gentle flirting I do, teasing and probing over the remainder of our lunch, you won't tell me any more. As we're saying our goodbyes I ask about arrangements for our upcoming getaway. "Should I come to yours or will you pick me up?" I ask.

"I've put a note in the case with all the information you will need. The location is a surprise, but you'll find out in good time." You say. As we're leaving the café we stop on the street outside to kiss our goodbyes and you pull me in tight with a firm squeeze of my ass. "See you on Saturday, Gorgeous!" you say and I walk away with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, wheeling my new suitcase behind me.

I can't wait to get home and find out what's inside the mysterious case. I stow it under my desk when I get back to work. Barely an hour later curiosity gets the better of me and I discretely open it under the desk to peek inside. I can see some black high heel shoes, some black lacy lingerie, and some other black material... probably a dress of some sort. My mind is racing at the thought of what you might have planned and where you are going to take me. Some fantasy of yours to take me out to dinner dressed up in this sexy black outfit?

That night I dash home from work, devious thoughts of our upcoming weekend racing through my mind. I take the case straight to my bedroom to unpack the mysterious contents. First I pull out some designer black, high heel shoes - a very expensive make and somehow you have got my size just right. I'm very impressed by your choice and stand for a moment to admire them in my full length mirror. Black fishnet stockings are next, and I gently pull them through my hand, feeling the material tease my fingertips. The stockings are followed by a black suspender belt and matching bra. Again you have my size just right and I'm impressed by your choice - stylish and sexy, not tacky at all. "But where are the matching panties?" I think, rummaging round the case. "Surely this comes in a set?" But try as I may, I can't find any. The only other clothing I find inside is a very cute, very short, black designer trench coat. I raise my eyes at the price tag. Sexy and fashionable - you have ticked all the boxes. I'm just about to close up the case when I see a note tucked inside a pocket. I take it out and read it:

A car will pick you up at 1pm on Saturday. Please be ready wearing this outfit I have chosen especially for you. I had to sneak a peak at some of your things to get the sizes, so I do hope everything fits. Maybe wear your hair up so I can see that sexy neckline of yours? You wont need to pack much as, hopefully, we won't be leaving the room again until we check out." You have signed the note with a simple X. "You dirty thing!" I think. "Maybe I will be come to your sexy Rendezvous in this naughty outfit."

I take a quick shower and try on my new things. The sizes are perfect and as I pull on the black raincoat on I stand to look at myself again in the mirror. I admire myself in the black lingerie, holding the coat open then closing it. buttoning it up and fastening the belt snugly around my waist. I grab my phone and snap a couple of pics in the mirror, striking a few poses. I select the best and forward it to you with a comment "Ready for the weekend!"

As I stand looking back at the picture and message I immediately see you are replying and I wait for your response, biting my lip in anticipation. "You look perfect!" you reply. I see you are typing more and you follow up with "I have the missing part of the lingerie set here to give to you on Saturday."

"Can't wait. I'd hate to be under dressed!" I reply. My head is swimming with thoughts of our upcoming hotel encounter. The intrigue and excitement have me turned on. My breasts feel good in the sexy bra and the excitement has aroused my nipples. They swell and stiffen as I unbutton the coat and the material brushes over them. My nipples now pushing firmly against the soft lace bra. Again I gaze in the mirror, my hands adjust the bra slightly. I cup my breasts, give my nipples a teasing squeeze and close my eyes, imagining your hands on me. Your tongue working its way over my body. I bite my lip again and sit down on the bed, spreading my legs. Thoughts of you are swimming around my mind as I lie back and allow one hand to slide down from my breasts over my body. Down further between my legs, to my warm pussy. I'm wet and slippery. I reach over to my bedside table and pull out my favourite vibrator. I close my eyes and imagine riding you on a fancy hotel bed, dressed in this black outfit. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming hard.

The rest of the week seems to drag slowly, but Saturday eventually arrives and I pamper myself all morning. I look and feel great as I pack my new case with some overnight things. I dress and spray myself in all the places you love to kiss me with my sexiest perfume. As I do so I imagine your lips softly kissing them... my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, my thighs. I feel like such a sexy thing - stockings, suspenders, no knickers and a raincoat! This is definitely not how I would normally leave the house! It has my heart fluttering.

I've tied my hair up in a simple but elegant high pony tail, as per your request. On the stroke of 1pm I stand waiting in the hallway for my ride. I can't believe I'm ready on time for once! I do a few final turns to look at myself in the hallway mirror. I adjust the buttons of the black raincoat at the top, wondering just how much cleavage I should dare to show. The coat length is fairly short, only coming down to mid-thigh. I'm going to have to be careful not to bend over or someone behind me is going to get quite the sight! I decide to finish the look with a pair of dark sunglasses. "Perfect!" I think to myself, "Quite the sex bomb!"

There's a knock at the door and I open it to find a well suited, slightly older gentleman. "Good afternoon. I'm Henry, your driver. I'm here to collect your bags, Miss." he says with a slight nod of his head.

"Thank you, Henry." I say. I push my new case toward him. He takes it down the path and loads it into the boot of a very nice black Mercedes car. I'm impressed by the lengths you're going to. I lock up the house and follow, noting my neighbour pausing from weeding her flower beds to watch me. "Oh God, the neighbourhood watch committee will definitely hear about my outfit!" I think.

Henry holds the door open for me and I slide into the rear passenger side seat, cross my legs and fasten my seatbelt. Henry closes my door and gets into the drivers seat. He starts the engine but before driving off he turns and asks, "Is everything to your liking, Miss?" I notice his eyes dart down for a nano second and his cheeks flush red. I realise that because of the way I'm sitting with my legs crossed, he can probably see all the way to the top of my thigh and my ass cheek. No skirt or dress in the way. My stockings and suspenders must have given him a real treat.

"Everything's just fine, Henry." I say, trying to bluff it out like this is normal. He turns back and adjusts his collar. I feel so naughty, giving him that view. As we pull away I quiz Henry about our intended destination. "My partner booked this trip as a surprise but he hasn't told me where we are going yet. Can you spill the beans please, Henry?"

"I'm sorry Miss, I'm under strict instructions not to say." He replies, looking at me in the rear view mirror. I furrow my brow with frustration. You're teasing me with these games and I love it. I open up my phone to send you a message, taking off my glasses and pushing them into the coat pocket. "On my way." I type. I send it then open some social media apps, browse around, and see a message from one of my girl friends asking if I have plans for the weekend. I reply to her "Having a naughty weekend away with the new man at a mystery location. Will update you later."

My phone buzzes and I see your reply flash up. I open your message and read:

"Perfect. I've checked in. We're booked in under the pseudonym 'Mr and Mrs Blackstock'. There is an envelope with your key at reception under your new name."

God you're good at this! The intrigue and suspense have me so excited. I switch off my phone and reach into my coat pocket for my sunglasses. I find them but also something else in there I hadn't noticed until now. My fingers take hold of this... small... odd shaped object... with a cold, curved, smooth, surface that feels like polished metal. It feels heavy for something small and I take it out to inspect it further.

Oh. My. God. It's a fucking butt plug! Shiny silver metal with a smooth, heavy weighted end to go inside me, and a sparkly jewel at the wider end. I blush and feel my chest get warm. I take a picture on my phone and send it to you. "Nice choice of jewellery." I add to the message. A winking emoji is all you reply. I pop it back in the coat pocket and my mind is racing. "So you like a bit of bum fun?" I think to myself. "I wonder when you were going to introduce this if I hadn't found it?"

As the car winds it's way into the city I'm looking for clues to our final destination. Each time a hotel comes into sight I wonder if this is it, yet we keep driving on. Eventually we stop outside a very posh boutique hotel in the heart of the city. I've heard some great things about this place. You have pushed the boat out and clearly want to impress me. My pulse quickens as the car door is opened by a hotel porter. My mind is racing - somehow I need to carefully get out without showing this porter (and everyone passing by on the street) my intimate parts. I put on my dark sunglasses to protect my anonymity just in case I do flash anyone, then discretely get out as my case is collected and loaded onto a hotel porters trolley. I turn to close the door and see Henry smiling guiltily at me from his drivers seat.

"Have a lovely stay, Miss." Henry says and nods again. The excitement and naughtiness of this whole situation is getting the better of me so I decide to have some fun. My hand rests on the car door, ready to close it when I lean forward, smile and say, "Thank you so much Henry." I linger for a second, knowing the raincoat has fallen forward and he can see my breasts in their new, lacy, black lingerie. He gasps and I close the door and walk away toward the hotel stifling a smirk, feeling like the sexiest lady in the city. I enter via the revolving door and see my case waiting near the reception desk.

A smiling young girl with a foreign accent greets me. "Welcome to the hotel, do you have a reservation?" Her expression remains fairly neutral and I'm surprised she doesn't bat an eyelid at my outfit.

I smile and say, "It's a reservation under the name Blackstock. I think my husband left an envelope for me?"

"Ah yes." She replies, handing me a plain white envelope embossed with the hotels logo and "Mrs Blackstock" written on it. I open the envelope and pull out a hotel room key and a note. It simply says "Proceed to Suite 1601 immediately Mrs Blackstock. Champagne is waiting."

The receptionist summons the porter and we head to the lift. I can feel peoples gaze on me as I walk through the hotel reception, my heels clicking on the tiled floor. I feel so sexy and decide to give my walk some extra sass. Unbeknownst to me you are sitting across reception, hiding behind a magazine, watching me. All part of your game. Your eyes follow me as I strut my stuff in the raincoat, tilting your head you catch the sneakiest glimpse of my bare thigh and know I've dressed just as per your request. The thought of it stirs your cock into life with a twitch and throb.

The lift comes and the porter holds the door open for me. We get in and he presses his pass to activate the 16th floor. Just before the doors close another gentleman hurries in. His eyes take in my full attire before he fumbles for his hotel key. He activates a much lower floor and the doors close.

We start to ascend and I can see the guest turning his head to ogle me out of the corner of his eye. "Fuck it!" I think, "Let's put on a show." I push one leg forward slightly, opening the raincoat a fraction, exposing the top of my stockings and thigh. I sigh dramatically and adjust my suspenders straps slightly, pinning the raincoat pushed against my body with my wrist to make sure I don't flash too much. The poor guys eyes are nearly popping out of his head. Even the porter has turned his head to look. The lift doors open and the man is transfixed. "Your floor sir?" says the Porter. "What? Oh, yes." he says disappointedly and steps out. He stands outside the lift looking back inside at me. As the doors close I blow him a little kiss and giggle to myself. "I bet I know what he's doing as soon as he gets to his room." I think to myself, embracing my new confidence.

We arrive at the 16th floor. The porter leads the way and stops at my door. I wave my key card over the sensor and hear the door unlock. I push it open and venture in. "Hello?" I call out, expecting to find you inside. But there's no reply. I look around the beautiful hotel suite, with its dark, plush interior. I can see we're going to have some fun here. I walk over to the table and see an open bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with two glasses beside a note. "I'll just leave your bag here, Mrs Blackstock." Says the porter, leaving my case next to the wardrobe. "If you need anything at all, please call down to reception and ask for me personally. I'm Hugo. I'll be happy to attend you." I chuckle as he exits, "Another one who will be thinking of me when he has some 'special alone time' later on, no doubt."

I walk over to the table and read the note you have left:

"Please pour us both a glass of champagne and make yourself comfortable. I will be here soon. And when I say comfortable I have a specific request..." I go on to read just exactly how you would like me to be positioned for your impending arrival. It sends a shiver down my spine and I squeeze my thighs together. I can already feel myself burning hot with desire.

I pour the champagne, take a sip and let the bubbles dance across my tongue. I take a deep breath and unbutton my raincoat. I slip it off and go over to the wardrobe to hang it up. I feel like such a diva walking around the room like this. I contemplate closing the blinds for a moment however we're high up and nobody can really see in, at least I think they can't. Maybe someone in an office or hotel can? Maybe you like that? Maybe I like that? I see your case and a few things inside the wardrobe. I hang up my raincoat but before I close the door I reach back in to take my new 'jewellery' out of the coat pocket. That wasn't part of your request but perhaps it can be my surprise for you.

I take another sip of champagne then set myself in position as per your request. I'm so turned on and longing for your touch. I'm just set when I hear the click of the door lock, then the door opening and closing. My heart is pounding. "Oh... fuck yes!" I hear you exclaim. Just as you requested, I'm kneeling on the bed, face down, with my ass up in the air and facing you, still in my high heels, stockings, suspenders and bra. One arm is pushed out in front on the bed, the other reaching back between my legs. My finger is circling my clit and my wet lips are slightly parted. My head is flat on the bed and turned to the side. You have positioned a full length mirror in the perfect location for me to see you standing in the hallway.

Just before you arrived I pushed your exquisite little butt plug into my hot, wet lips a few times, coating it in my silky smooth excitement, then lifted it up and slowly eased the slippery, wet, polished end into my ass. It feels delightful - the weight, the smooth surface, the pleasurable relief as it slipped in to be snugly held in place by my tight little ass. It makes me feel so horny knowing this is your desire. The jewelled end sparkles in the light and finishes the scene better than you ever imagined. I look at you in the mirror and see the passion burning in your eyes. Biting my lip and breathing heavy, waiting for you to take me.

I'm so horny I can feel a glistening trail of my wetness has started to run down my thigh. I watch you in the mirror slowly sip some champagne while you watch me, before taking off your jacket and hanging it up. You return, take another sip of champagne then set down your glass before you unbutton your shirt, watching me still rubbing myself. Fuck I want you inside me now! How are you so controlled to undress so slowly, prolonging the enjoyment? It's heaven and hell at the same time.

I'm desperate to feel how hard you are. You slowly take off your shoes, your socks, and then your trousers. Your tight boxers accentuate the contours of your throbbing cock. They are soon discarded and carefully put away with the rest of your clothes.

I see in the mirror you are now standing right behind me. We have not even touched yet and my skin is burning for your caress. I close my eyes and sigh, waiting for your embrace. I feel your hands on my thighs, grabbing me at the top of the stockings. You're kneeling down on the floor, your head between my open thighs. My breathing is heavy, my fingers still working my clit, teasing me closer to orgasm. I feel your hot breath on my thighs. You breathe in and out several times, smelling the heady mix of my perfume and my wet pussy, blowing teasing jets of air on my parted lips. It feels amazing. Suddenly your hot tongue is on my thigh just above my stockings, your thumb slips inside one of the suspender straps, pulling it aside so your tongue can slide up the glistening trail of my wetness. I hear you groan as you taste me. Your tongue sliding up and hovering in the crease between my thigh and my ass cheek.

I moan gently in anticipation, then again louder as your hot wet tongue slides up and pushes my fingers off my clit. It feels amazing as you pull back your tongue, spread it wide, then push it up between my lips. Your mouth plays delicately with my pussy. Slurping at me. Sucking me. Pushing your tongue up my lips and back down to my clit, my fingers pausing with each visit to let you gently flick the tip around my clit. When you go back up my fingers return to pleasuring myself. I want to cum so much but fight the urge. Your tongue slips out of my pussy and goes higher. A shiver involuntarily races along my spine as your hot wet tongue circles the butt plug.