Acknowledgement
My gratitude to Editors Bruce Paulk and Dawn Bella for providing their time, expertise and supportive advice.
I'm walking into the London hotel.
It's very plush!
I'm a little nervous, but excited too! I've spent hours getting ready. I want to be as attractive as possible. I've dressed carefully for the occasion with a nice, expensive black cocktail dress, suspenders and sheer black stockings.
Nothing tarty - but I don't have any panties on! I hope I don't get too excited and start to show.
This will be our first real meeting!
I see you sitting at the bar.
You look lovely.
Every inch a lady who belongs in luxury surroundings!
We greet each other with a friendly but restrained kiss on the cheek.
We agree a bottle of nice white Burgundy and move to an alcove table.
You look so sexy! My heart is thumping! I hope nothing shows! I hope the dress doesn't get spoiled, in public!
I compliment you on your stunning outfit. I re-cross my legs. I know there is a flash of pink!
I can see that you have noticed and that you like it because you flush.
I hope you are as excited as I am. My nipples are poking out of the top of my dress.
I can see by your erect nipples that you are also excited.
You lean forward towards me, allowing your breasts to be displayed to full effect.
"I don't know if I can last the bottle," I whisper.
"We can order another one in the room -- even colder," you suggest.
We head towards the lift.
Chapter 2
The doors have barely shut when you turn to me passionately.
As your tongue forces its way into my mouth, my hand squeezes your breast and I pull you closer. I can feel your hard nipple through the thin material of your blouse; the hotness of your breath against my mouth. I hardly have time to breathe. Your hand goes between my legs. I am so wet.
OMG! The lift is stopping and the door start to open.
We spring apart, arranging ourselves to normalness. An older couple step into the lift. They can sense something and look at us. We manage to look calm. The lift continues.
The doors open and you lead me out onto our floor.
The corridor is as luxuriously appointed as the entrance rooms.
Doors pass. With my excitement, I am finding it hard to breathe.
You stop at a door. '69' it says on it.
I laugh. "Did you choose it deliberately?"
You laugh too. "I've been planning this for some time!"
Your voice is husky.
You open the door and reveal a sumptuous suite.
I am taken aback by the sheer luxury of the main room.
The bed chamber is also a marvel with an adjoining bathroom. The bath is large and sunken!
I look at the huge bed. There are drapes on either side.
"My, my!" I exclaim. "This is something."
Smiling, you approach me, reach out and take my hand.
"First things first," you say with a chuckle. "Let's get the wine delivered!"
Chapter 3
You make the call. "Right away Madam!"
"Let me show you around." You take my hand.
I slip my arm around your waist. You are warm -- hot!
"Have you done this before?" I ask shyly.
"Especially like this hotel."
My heart was thumping again! I put my hand on your breast.
"Oh! Mmmm! I want you to do things to me," you whisper in my ear.
"Sexy things? Disgusting things?"
"Oh yes. All sorts of things." You speak quietly, hushed with desire.
"Tell me! Tell me what you want me to do to you?"
I move a hand to your ass cheek, to hold you tighter, to pull you closer. I feel the heat from your private mound. Your breasts, your nipples are hard; almost fencing with my bullet-like nipples, both pressing into the other.
You lean harder against me.
"Tell me what things you most want me to do to you?" I ask again.
"Oh yes! I want you to . . ."
There was a loud knocking at the door. "Room service!" calls the unseen voice.
"God!" I cry.
Waiting a moment, you go to open the door. The waiter stands there with a trolley, delivering a silver bucket, covered with a linen cloth.
"Your wine order Madam."
"Please bring it in," you tell him, holding the door open.
Despite being professional hotel personnel, you can see him taking it in. Two well-dressed women, the atmosphere, the electricity in the air.
"Here this is for you." You press a tip into his hand.
"Mmmm. Chablis! And perfectly cold. A glass?" You smile at me.
"God, yes please, I could do with a glass."
You hand me an ice-frosted, elegant wine glass, filled with the most delicious looking amber liquid.
"Mmmm! Wonderful, cheers!"
I gently caress your nipple with my now ice-cold finger.