Grace and Kevin. They were a good-looking couple. He, a smart, handsome lawyer, with an uncanny boyish charm. She, a confident professional, elegant with an indefinable edginess. They enjoyed challenging each other, exploring and testing their personal limits together.
They had chosen the location, time and scenario carefully : the hotel where they first met; a Friday morning when most people were distracted and suggestible after the long week of work; and an agreed-upon script designed to please.
They drove up to the hotel at 9:00 a.m.. An early check-in pre-arranged. A reservation for breakfast in the restaurant. No bags packed.
Kevin chose the table that gave Grace the best view of the wait staff. She watched as women poured coffee and bus boys cleared tables for the next seating. Then she saw the waiter. He was the exact opposite of Kevin, with long dark tousled hair, five o'clock shadow, and a dark, mysterious nature. She smiled to herself; he would do just fine.
Following Grace's eyes, Kevin called the waiter over to take their order. He watched as the young man first caught Grace in his vision, and he saw the poorly-veiled spark of interest in his eyes. The eyes always gave it away. The waiter took the order, never taking his eyes off her. There was something about her. When he left, Grace nodded to her lover, indicating that the choice had been made.
The lovers sat quietly across from each other, each reading a section of the paper. No one could have guessed the thoughts that were swirling around in their heads. When they finished, Grace excused herself and headed up to their room - her first task accomplished.
Kevin called the young waiter over, slipped him a $20, and laid out his request : three glasses of champagne and orange juice, served only by the waiter, up in their room, in exactly 15 minutes. It was a surprise, Kevin said. Could he accommodate? The waiter nodded affirmatively, smiling at the odd request, pleased he may see that woman again.
It was the perfect hour. Guests were checking out, and the corridors were filled with bored, faceless women, cleaning each room for the hundredth time, yearning for the week to end.
Grace entered the suite and headed straight for the bathroom. It was perfect: spacious, with a large glass shower and a jaccuzzi tub. She walked back to the bedroom, picked up the phone, and called the front desk to place the next request: two towels delivered to the room by a chambermaid in exactly 30 minutes. Request accepted, Grace hung up the phone and waited for Kevin to arrive.
Kevin let himself into the room and saw Grace hanging up the phone. She walked over to her handsome lover and kissed him gently on the cheek, letting her breasts brush softly against his arm. He instantly felt the rise in his jeans as she walked into the washroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.
He heard her start the shower, and he knew she was undressing herself. He wondered if she was as excited - and uncertain - as he was. He moved to the bed, his cock growing hard, as he waited for the knock that came one minute later. Kevin looked at his watch: the waiter was right on queue. He rose from the bed, took a deep breath and walked toward the door, stopping to ensure the washroom door was opened just enough...
The waiter greeted Kevin with a formal smile, addressing him as "Sir" - the tray of champagne flutes in his hand. The lawyer chuckled to himself, knowing what was about to unfold. He directed the young man to place the drinks on the counter in the bathroom. The waiter hesitated, contemplating the unusual request. In response, Kevin motioned him toward the washroom door. Hearing the water running, the waiter cautiously approached the bathroom, secretly wondering where this guy's sexy breakfast companion had gone to...
Grace had entered the shower with nervous anticipation, feeling the warm water spray on her full breasts as she lathered up her hands and ran them sensuously over her body. She had heard the knock. It was time to play.
As the waiter entered the doorway, he saw her: glistening in the steamy shower, soapy hands running slowly over her full hips and ass - as if she knew she were being watched. His eyes followed her hands as they moved up to cup her firm breasts, her fingers gently tickling her nipples. He felt his cock stiffen as he watched her hand slide slowly down her belly towards the dark mound between her legs. She dipped her finger tenderly into her sweet-spot, letting out a small gasp of pleasure.
Remembering where he was, the waiter quickly turned to place the tray on the counter, knowing he needed to get out of there before she saw him and before he was caught by her lover. He hadn't realized, however, that the lawyer had been watching her - and him - too.
Grace knew that both of her lovers - her current and her future - were now within inches of her, watching her pleasure herself. She turned her back towards the men, and slowly bent over, sliding her hands over her legs, her ass fully exposed to them, a hint of pink peeking out. She rose back up, exaggerating the pose, then turned to stare at the waiter, who immediately began to apologize and turn for the door.
"Pass her a towel," Kevin said.
Wide-eyed and confused, the young waiter hesitated, put down the tray, and followed the lawyer's order. He stood back in disbelief, blood rushing, as Grace stepped out of the shower - her nipples erect from the cold. She wrapped herself in the thick towel and motioned to the waiter for the champagne. Seeing the daring look in her eyes, the waiter finally grasped the reality of the set up...
