Nigel Cotes had been newly promoted to an executive position and he was very proud of himself. He was sitting in the hotel bar after a conference where he had given a talk about his division to the shareholders and directors of the company. He knew he had done well for himself and he liked others to know he knew it. He shifted his bulk around on his barstool and looked down to admire his new suit, an expensive Savile Row suit bought especially for this occasion. This and his new Mercedes outside made him feel particularly successful. It was a pity he no longer had a wife to share his success, but, well, she left him saying he was only interested in himself.
He took another sip of his whisky and looked out window. He was a bit apprehensive at the dirty 4x4 parked beside his shiny new car; he'd have to watch that. Then he saw her, the most striking woman he had seen in a long time. She was standing next to his car, waiting to cross road. He watched her long legs as she walked over and entered hotel.
She wore a tight dark blue dress that displayed her deep cleavage and trim bum. She was carrying only a small bag so it did not seem as if she intended to stay overnight here. No, she sauntered straight past the reception and came into the bar walking towards him. On her way across the room she had glanced in his direction and made eye contact. She took a seat and sat near to him. Then she pulled magazine from her bag and looked it. It was plain she was not really reading it, just scanning over the pages. He guessed she had sat down next to him for a purpose.
She gave him another quick glance from the corner of her eye. Nigel thought she must be interested in him. He could not stop himself staring at her; her face, her eyes and especially her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and he imagined his lips pressing onto her lips and his tongue dancing on her tongue. He admired her displayed breast and imagined his hand running over her breast and slipping down to the trim bum. Oh yes, she was one very desirable woman.
He leaned across and spoke, "Are you drinking?"
"Oh if you're offering yes please. I'd appreciate that." She looked at him. Her eyes sparkled and her lips trembled as if in anticipation of an unexpected reward. However she smiled the smile of a huntress about to pounce.
Well, thought Nigel, I must have made an impression and slid up to her, "And what would you like, my dear, eh?"
She looked away, "I want sex. Here, across the bar." She leaned across to him and whispered, "And I'm a sexy bitch."
"Pardon?" Nigel was startled, had he heard her correctly? He wondered how to go on from that, in a public place anyway.
"Sekt," she said, she had an enchanting little twist in her voice, "the German wine, look, the bottle here across the bar in the cooler cabinet.
"Yes, of course." Was that what she had said? "My name is Nigel. What's yours?"
She looked at him as if he were stupid and ought to know who she was, "I'm Ceci Beech, well actually, Cecilia. You weren't listening were you? " Then mentally adding 'Gotcha goin' there, pal.'
The barman poured the drinks, Nigel picked up the bottle and they walked to a table.
"And are you here alone this evening?"
"I'm waiting for a phone call." Now she hesitated and glanced around. She leaned toward Nigel and, speaking softly, continued "I'm supposed to meet a man here tonight when he's done his meetings. He'll call me, tell me which room he's in and that he's ready for me to go up to him. Don't worry, my husband knows where I am right now and what I'm waiting for. He already has his hotel room somewhere and is preparing for the woman of his choice to come to him."
"You don't seem to have much luggage?" Nigel asked, rather too inquisitively.
"Ah, I don't need to carry much," Ceci laughed, "I'll get my call, my summons, and I'll go up to the room where he will be waiting for me. I know just what he'll want to do." She lowered her voice again as if imparting a secret, "he will strip me naked and put me on the bed. He will force my legs apart and ravish my whole body with his cunning and his brute force. He will use every opportunity to lift me to ecstasy. If I am lucky he will toy with me, kiss my private parts, run his fingers where it arouses me, and make me lose myself in pleasure." She looked straight into Nigel's eyes. "Just as I will try to arouse him the same."
Nigel was getting aroused himself at the thought of this beautiful woman lying on a bed and being worked on. In fact he would have liked a try himself, if she would let him.
"How often do you do this?" Nigel asked with a faint hint of hope.
