Same old routine. Up early, fly to Amsterdam, spend a day in the office, check into a business hotel, masturbate until bedtime, sleep work repeat. After two months of this I was going a little insane, and running out of interesting porn. Why should this week be any different? Well, as luck would have it the weekly grind was about to turn into the weekly bump and grind.
I first met her in the hotel bar... I was, as usual, just having a beer with some dinner watching the skiing on Euro-Sport. I'm a bit of a people watcher and do like to see what others are doing, particularly their facial expressions. There was the usual mix of people in but this night there was an extra at the bar. She was dressed in knee high boots, a knee length pencil skirt and white blouse with a jacket hung over the back of her chair. It was business attire but somehow not. The most striking thing though was her lips - she had a bright red shade of lipstick on which made me want to stare and imagine kissing them. As she brought her glass to those lips I couldn't avert my gaze. She took a sip, replaced her glass on the coaster and turned to look directly at me. Busted. She knows it and I know it but for some reason I can't look away -
"Would you like a taste?" she interrupts. Her voice is like liquid. It just surrounds me.
I can't tell if she is pissed off or genuinely offering so all I can manage is "Uh huh." I quickly regret the response and follow up with "May I buy you a drink?"
She pauses for a second, "I'll have a large glass of the Shiraz viognier but I want you to bring it to my room." I can't quite believe this but before I can answer she continues "However, if you decide to then you must understand that I will require you to do something for me. You might not like it but if we are to proceed you must understand that I am in control." At that point she passes over a cocktail napkin with what I assume is her room number on. She rises to her feet, takes a look at me and smiles before grabbing the jacket from the chair and swiftly heads out of the bar.
I can't quite believe what has just happened and sit there for a few second. The barman is grinning from ear to ear though. He obviously heard the whole exchange. "Shall I pour that drink then?" he asks?
"How can I refuse?" I respond.
It doesn't take long before I'm standing in front of her room, drinks in hand, still wondering if I should knock. I see my hand go up and rap on the door as if it is someone else's hand. A few seconds later I see the spyglass go dark, the chain on the door slip through the catch and the door opens.
She has changed; the boots remain but the skirt and blouse have gone. What remains is what must have been underneath, shear black holdups, and a halter-neck teddy.
"Come in" she offers. "Put the drinks on the desk and stand over there." She shuts the door and replaces the chain. Then she turns and says "Good, now understand that you have chosen to come so you serve at my pleasure." I nod and she continues "Take your clothes off and let me see you." I quickly shake off my shoes, socks, jeans and shirt. I stand with my boxers on unsure if she wants me to go the whole way. "We may put you in some of my panties someday but right now I want you naked." She snaps so I quickly remove the last item of clothing.
She walks over and grabs me. Her cold hands make me jump but I'm transfixed by her red lips just inches from my own. As she massages my cock slowly her hands start to warm. "Good" she asserts, "kneel down." As I sink down my face ends up right in front of her crotch. I can even detect her faint aroma. "Do you want to taste this?" she queries as she moves the gusset aside.
