I've just checked into the Taj Mahal Palace. It's been a long day and I think, I'll just take my towel and head down to that huge swimming pool I've seen in the brochures. It looks pretty good. I head down and there are a lot of people by the pool, taking up most of the poolside deckchairs. I find an empty one next to a young lady in an animal print bikini and big, dark sunglasses. I try not to notice her perfectly shaped tits and thighs and that flat, taut stomach. She must be only about 18 or 19. Her parents are probably around here somewhere. I say hi, quietly. She murmurs a "hi" back, and that's it. I lay out my towel on the deckchair to claim it as mine, put the book I brought, just in case, down on the towel and slip off my shirt before sliding into the water of the blue pool without any further word with the young girl with the lovely tits in the bikini.
I swim around for a while. The irregular shape of the pool makes it hard to work out how to swim laps, but the water is cooling, so I stay there for a while. Eventually I decide to get out, so swim over to where I left my towel. Water drips from me onto the sandy-coloured stone around the pool's edge. As I climb out, I notice the same girl, looking out over her sunglasses at me. I smile politely, based on the limited conversation we had before, dry off and then sit down on the deckchair. I take my book and start to read.
From my left, I hear "so..." I turn to look at the girl, her creamy caramel skin contrasting against the blue of the deckchair "...are you here for business or pleasure?"
I laugh shortly and say "well, a little bit of both, actually."
"Are you staying in this hotel?" she asks.
"Yes" I say "in one of the Palace Suites."
"mm, nice" she says "one of the luxury ones?"
"Grand Luxury" I say, almost a little embarrassed at how pretentious that sounds.
"Oh, I've never seen one of those" she says, leaning towards me a little.
"Well, you should come up and see it sometime" I say, wondering if she's only really interested because of the hotel room. "I mean, there are other more expensive ones, but it suits me fine."
"Oh, I know," she says "but I'm really only here to meet a friend. Though she seems to have stood me up."
I feel guilty for assuming the worst of her, as I slide my sunglasses on. She actually seems like a sweet, nice girl. Albeit one with a smoking hot body.
She turns onto her side, propped up on one elbow, and we talk. I tell her about myself, she tells me about herself, we talk about the book I'm reading, what we both do, where we're from. It's nice. I try not to be too creepy, only occasionally letting my eyes drift down the perfect curves of her body, her tits, her flat stomach, her navel, her thighs and calves. She has a beautiful face and when she takes her sunglasses off I see she has just the deepest, beautiful eyes.
After a long time talking, I say "well, look, I'm going to go upstairs. I have to use that lovely room sometime," I laugh.
"Oh," she says, "well, it's lovely to have met you."
I extend my hand to shake hers and say "yes, you too." I see a little hint of disappointment in her eyes, so I say "listen, would you like to come up and see the room?"
"Oh yes," she says, "I'd love to." She stands up, takes her towel and a sheer, white gown, which she slides on and ties at the front. She picks up a tote bag and we walk off towards my room. On the way, I spot a waiter and ask if he could send a bottle of their best champagne and two glasses up to my room.
Upstairs I unlock the room and open the door to let her in. She glides into the room, looking around. She places her towel and her sunglasses on a small table and wanders around, surveying the room.
Seconds later, a waiter arrives with the champagne on ice and two glasses. He wheels a trolley into the room and places the champagne and glasses on the table. He opens the bottle and motions to pour the champagne, but I stop him, saying that I will do it. I tip him and he leaves.
She is standing at the window, looking out, as I pour two glasses of champagne and start towards her. She turns and comes towards me, sliding off her sheer, white gown and dropping it onto the sofa. My eyes widen at the sight, once more, of her slim, tight young body as I pass her a glass.
"Cheers!" she says, clinking my glass with hers. We both sip from our glasses, looking each other in the eyes silently.
Then she places her glass on the table and moves closer to me. She places on hand on my upper arm and the other on my hip, moves in and our lips meet. Her lips are soft, sweet and full.
