A Few Poignant Remarks
Suárez raised his vodka tonic up to me as we sat at the bar. "To a woman of remarkable beauty and intelligence. I am fortunate to be able to enjoy your company this evening."
He had charm to spare. Although the man must have been twice my age, he had a rugged weather handsomeness, with pepper grey hair and piercing dark eyes that make me want to spend my time with him.
"So what brings you to the Aventeen? Business, pleasure, a mixture of both."
"I am here on business, but that must always include some sense of pleasure. I stay at this establishment because of its many fine amenities."
The word 'amenities' was implicit code for the kind of services I provided. It excited me that he was so direct. "Yes, there are so many attractions this hotel has to offer for the man willing to acquire such things." I moved my crossed legs into his view. The communication between us was very clear.
He confidently placed his hand on my leg just above my hemline. My heart quickened as he gazed into my eyes. "If you would care to come to my suite for our next round, I can make your time very worthwhile."
With scarcely another word, Suárez took my hand in his and we moved toward the elevator. He was tall and well built. He moved in a way that seemed as if he always controlled the situation around him.
We traveled to the top floor, and his key card opened to the Presidential suite. "Have you seen this penthouse before?"
"No," I lied. Quinn and I had used it a few times so far for our girl-on-girl celebrity imitation sessions and had it booked again three days from now. "It's very impressive."
It was then I noticed three other men seated across the room, who seemed to be preforming some kind of computer work. They acknowledged Suárez's presence with a subservient nod. One of them periodically seemed to glance my way. I felt as if he disapproved of my companionship with Suárez, but I refused to concern myself.
A forth younger man stood silently in the corner, his face not betraying any emotion. I wasn't sure at that time, but I took him to possibly be a bodyguard.
"We work until all hours. But, for me it is time to relax," he said to me as we walked toward the bedroom door to the right of the fireplace mantle. "See that I am only disturbed by room service," Suárez instructed the rest of his people.
The door had just closed behind us when I began to rise up on my toes and began to embrace him for the kiss we both wanted. His hand caressed the small of my back as our lips explored each other's. As I'd hoped, it lowered itself to traverse the fine curvature of my ass. I pressed toward him with the front of my body.
Moments later a gentle tap sounded on the bedroom door. A waiter wheeled in a cart containing our vodka drinks, mixers and a bottle of Absolut that he'd never verbally ordered. As we'd departed the bar, he had only pointed to the bartender at his glass. Whoever Suárez was, he carried serious clout in this hotel.
I took a sip and handed him a glass. "Shall I?" I began to unbutton my blouse. He watched intently as my breasts became more visible.
He opened his wallet and placed a number of large denomination bills on the table. It would have been gauche in this environment to have counted the money or even to have named a specific price. I barely glanced toward to currency except from the corner of my eye, I could tell he was being very generous.
My breasts became fully exposed as he turned his attention from the mundane financial segment of our encounter and began to concentrate on the pleasures that awaited both of us.
He held my breasts in his hands and went to work sucking my nipples. As we consumed our alcohol, I removed my clothing, and he poured a small amount of the Absolut down my cleavage and then licked it off of my breasts.
For the next hour, he lay on the bed and I reclined against his bent legs with his penis inside me. I moved up and down purposefully as he occasionally handed me the bottle, and I swigged directly from it. His hands periodically danced across by swaying breasts.
