Eliza woke the next morning to the sound of her alarm ringing out. She turned her head and saw the blue LED display showing 10:00. Reaching across she found the cancellation button and clicked it off. The sheets clung to her body, as eager to hold on to her as any of her lovers. A quick look out the window showed that it was a lovely day. The rain had washed away the filth on the streets and provided a blank canvas for the city to dirty. Reluctantly Eliza slipped from beneath her white silk sheets and her feet found the deep pile cream carpet. She sat naked on the edge of the bed stretching and yawning the last of her sleepiness away. The prickle of morning's cold spread over her body. She stood up, and stretched to full height; the streaking sunlight from the unmasked window bathed her soft, tanned skin with the relief of warmth. She headed to the bathroom rubbing her head. Her hair was ruffled up but her fingers ran smoothly through it. She had showered the night before and the raking of her fingers through the tresses unsheathed the chestnut glow from if dull prison.
A while later she emerged from the bathroom; her hair was now brushed and tied in a low loose pony tail secured with a white handkerchief covered in blue spots. Her nails shined a deep rose red to match the shade she had chosen for her full pouting lips. Her eyes looked deep and mysterious thanks to the skill of applied eyeliner, mascara and eye-shadow. Still naked she approached the gift box, delivered last night by way of the frustrated hotelier's son. Once again she removed the black glossed stiff card lid and looked down at the champagne coloured lingerie. Eliza let her fingers play across the delicate silk of the corset which lay on top and felt the soft lace of the bust line. She removed it slowly from the box in an almost reverent manner cradling it in her soft, nimble hands.
Gently she loosened the lacing on the back and stepped into the delicate bodice. She pulled it up her legs allowing it to caress them and up to her perfect rounded butt. She pulled it tightly over it and the corset came to rest almost naturally on her flared and sensual hips. She lined it up against herself and held it with her hands around her waist. As she had suspected, a perfect fit. Reaching round to her back she pulled the cords tight, the fish-boning seemed to clip into place around her flawless figure hugging her into the sensual garment. Standing back she looked at herself, the corset sat comfortably on her hips and accentuating the curve of her body. It pulled in tight to her waist though it did not squeeze her and smoothly flared out to hold in and push her breasts pleasingly. The outline was flawless. This was a piece of lingerie designed with love, care and a desire to show beauty. Coupled with Eliza's stunning figure and natural grace, it did not seem fair on the rest of the world.
Next the matching suspender belt clipped round her, hugging her hips without adjustment, again as if made for her. She had to un-wrap the stockings from soft tissue paper. They were so soft she could barely feel them in her delicate hands as she ran the silken material through her fingers. Eliza ran her hand down her leg to be sure they were still smooth and would not snag them. Her hands glided across the skin on her legs and found no trace of interruption so she sank on to the bed once more. Rolling up one stocking she placed it over her right foot and pulled it up her calf. The silk caressed her skin and passed effortlessly over her knee. She stretched the gently weaving out and it held her leg perfectly. As the top approached her thigh she slowed down the pull, slowly she straightened her leg and lend back to remove any hint of wrinkle. This sight could have been lifted from a 1920s Paris boudoir. She pulled the stocking tight and met the dangling suspender strap. Expertly she threaded the strap and snapped it closed at the stocking top. Her hands reached again for her toe, she smoothed the length of her leg pushing the stocking into her skin all the way to her soft thigh. She rubbed her stocking foot against her other leg and felt how the softness of the material felt against her own skin.
Slowly and with as much care she repeated this action with her other leg till both were covered with the fine silk sheathes. Again she looked into the mirror and smiled at the effect of her most recently acquired underwear. Finally she reached into the box and pulled out the matching thong. Like the rest of the items it was silk with a lacy and soft trim. She took great pleasure in pulling it up and against her pussy. As it made contact she could not help but be further aroused by the sensation of such soft material pushing into the most delicate parts of her.
After a few indulgent moments she reached for a white dress she had lain out and pulled it over her head. From her waist down it flowed out full down to her ankles, from the waist up it clung tight to her body showing the curve of her hips, waist and chest. The top line of the dress just covered the corset top and provided the perfect stage for her ample cleavage; her arms and shoulders were left bare. A pair of 4 inch white stilettoes and some big sunglasses completed the picture and once again she looked in the mirror. Satisfied with what she saw she picked up a matching white bag and threw a white knit weave wrap across her shoulders. With that she unlocked her door and left the sanctuary of her apartment.
Walking down the stairs she saw through the banister a somewhat dishevelled looking Mikey. He was bent over the front desk, half asleep, his hair a mess and his clothes not quite straight. He yawned widely and looked decidedly pale.
"Good night was it?" she said as she approached the desk. Mikey stood up fast, startled by the sudden arrival of his number one fantasy. The rapid movement seemed to pain his head greatly and he winced even at the sight of her.
"Umm, Good morning Miss Dawson." He feebly replied. "Yes thank you, it was great." He said trying to smile but gave it up.
"Too much to drink? Your only 18, how come you have a hangover?"
"Oh it's not a hangover; we were a bit close to the front which was very loud. That and Tony got into this fight which, somehow ended up with me getting hit in the head."
"Awww poor Mikey. I hope you're ok, did you go to the hospital?"
"Yes Miss." He said, making her feel a little like a school mistress, not that she minded. "Apparently I'm fine; I'll just have a bit of a sore head for a day or two."
"That's good. Any messages for me?" she smiled, changing the subject.
"Three." He said immediately.
The hotel may well have been full of guests but Mikey took such a special interest in Eliza he was practically her stalker. She looked him over; he was about 6'6", athletically built, mousey but thick hair that was cut to about face length and usually well styled. He had big hands and feet which was always a good sign but, most of all he had soft brown eyes and a gentle delicate smile. He was handsome, how could he not be involved with someone? She pondered. If it had not been for the way he drooled over her she would have suspected his friend Tony.
Mikey handed her two telephone messages and an envelope. Eliza glanced over the messages; one was from a friend in town telling her that the clothes she had been waiting for her would be in stock tomorrow. The second was from her nurse friend at today's home, Julie informing her that their matron was going to be away today and that she was going to be in charge. That was a spot of luck Eliza thought, a free reign with a new client, no interruptions. Cracking open the envelope she peered inside and saw the handwriting, it belonged to Gino and she decided it could wait till later. She pushed the small pile into her bag and looked back up at Mikey.
"Thanks baby." She said smiling up at his slightly pained face.
Feeling generous she placed her hand on his temples and softly massaged them. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her soft hands on his head. Slowly she pulled his aching head downward so as he didn't even notice and she placed a gently kiss on his forehead. The sudden contact with her lips shocked him and he opened his eyes as she let his head go and he found himself staring right into her eyes. She was already leaving and as she turned away he once again watched her go, his pants were twitching, all thought of his pain gone. That was until the next customer had to raise him from his gazing stupor by ringing the desk bell.
Thirty minutes later, Eliza pulled her Porsche up to the curb two blocks from the nursing home and got out. It was a lovely warm day but she pulled the wrap onto her shoulder to protect from sunburn. A big Audrey Hepburn style hat protected her face from the ravages of the sun's heat, her skin needed to remain perfect; it was part of her appeal. She walked down the street attracting the usual glances of passing men and pushed her hand into her bag, pulling out the letter from Gino as she walked. This is what she read:
"Dearest Eliza.
For so long I have dreamt of you. Last night I thought was a dream also until I went down to the bar and discovered the mess I made under it. I hope you will forgive me for taking advantage of you and I hope you are not angry with me. Please come over soon so we can talk. If you get here for four it will still be quiet. I am quite busy though this weekend as my son, Marco is coming to stay. Please Eliza I beg you, come and see me. I am sure we can work this out.
Ciao
