Chapter Five: Taking Opportunities
It was late November 1997, the day before Tamara's forty seventh birthday. Jack had arranged an overnight stay in an expensive hotel in Birmingham. Check in was at three o'clock, and Tamara and Jack planned to leave home at around eleven to do some shopping in the city beforehand. Tamara felt relaxed as she took stock of the last twelve months of her life. She smiled inwardly, and felt aroused, as she recalled her sexual exploits since she had been assailed by the sergeant and lieutenant just over a year ago.
Five years earlier, in a joyless, loveless, dead marriage, she could never have conceived of how sexually potent she would become. She had discovered a lustful, physical energy, and she lived with a man who understood this, and was aroused by her erotic couplings with other men and women.
As she sat at her dressing table, in her opaque black holdup stockings, and a new purple bra and panties, Tamara mentally counted out her 'conquests' on the fingers of her right hand. The sergeant (she had been his conquest), Daniel and his eight inch cock, Mark, Brendon and, of course, Jack. On her left hand she counted the lieutenant (to whom she offered no resistance), her lovely Alena and her new submissive plaything, Danita. Eight in all, but she had no idea that before the day was out, it would be nine.
Jack parked in a city centre car park, and they made their way to Rackhams department store. He had already bought Tamara a pair of gold stud earrings for her birthday, but she was also hoping to find a new dress, shoes and some lingerie to wear to the classy restaurant that Jack had booked for dinner.
She looked cute and sexy in her ankle boots, houndstooth pattern black and white mini skirt, opaque black stockings and her red jacket. Tamara knew that a woman in her forties could get away with a hemline at mid thigh level, if she wore opaque hosiery. Jack enjoyed clothes shopping with her, his cock was stiff throughout as Tamara tried on several dresses and pairs of shoes.
They both knew when she had found the right dress. It was a knee length black number, with straps just off the shoulder. The pencil shape fitted her perfectly and accentuated her curvaceous figure. The shoes she chose to accompany the dress were black, closed toe, five inch heels with an ankle strap. But it was in the lingerie department where Jack had to hold his jacket in front of his groin to conceal a full blown erection.
Tamara chose a low cut black basque, with suspender straps and matching black panties. She also bought a purple bra and several pairs of matching panties. She knew that she would need to be ready for Davenport's summons, and had even considered keeping a spare pair of panties in her handbag just in case. She wondered furtively which of her new purple panties would no longer be in her possession after the Christmas break.
Jack commented on her sudden predilection for purple underwear. Tamara hadn't yet told him about Davenport and the demands she had made in the car park. She was worried that he might feel protective, and do something that would lead to the circulation of the incriminating video that the lieutenant had in her possession.
"Yes, I'm going through a purple patch." She joked.
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Back at the hotel, getting ready for dinner, Jack couldn't keep his eyes off Tamara. She knew exactly what she was doing, sensually pulling on clothes, fastening bra and stocking clips, stepping seductively into heels, smoothing her dress in front of the mirror; this was where foreplay began for Tamara. She looked utterly stunning, her small clutch bag in her right hand, and an expensive white shawl dangling casually from her left hand, Jack had never seen her look better.
As they left the hotel lobby to get into their taxi, Tamara spotted the concierge and almost stopped in her tracks.
"My God Jack, did you see that gorgeous man? I'd love to get him between my legs, God he's a dream."
"He's a good looking fella Tamara, perhaps he'll still be on duty when we get back."
"God I hope so," she said as she 'flashed' her stocking tops whilst getting into the taxi.
The meal was spectacular, and all the more enjoyable because they spent a good deal of it confiding what they would do to each other back at the hotel. Tamara also had half a mind on the concierge, her pussy tingled at the thought of him. She wondered if she stood a chance of seducing him. He looked about thirty five and probably not short of beautiful young admirers.
Tamara was thrilled to find that he was still there when they returned. She asked Jack whether he would be offended if she asked him to wait in the bar whilst she tired her luck.
"If he takes the bait, I'm sure we'll only be ten to fifteen minutes, he won't be able to leave his desk for long."
"Ok love, go for it, you should take opportunities when they present themselves. What's the worst that could happen? If he says no you can fantasise about fucking him later on. If he says yes, you'll need to be punished."
"Mmmm, Jack, you're a darling."
Jack found a seat in the bar as Tamara sauntered sensuously toward the concierge desk.
"Yes madam how may I help you?"
"Can I rely on your discretion James?" she said, spotting his name tag.
"I hope so madam, what can I do for you?"
"I'm in room 347 and I'm going up there now. In about five minutes I'm going to need your assistance. Will you be available?"
"For the sake of clarity, can I ask what sort of service you require?"
"Well, you can begin by unzipping my dress and we'll take it from there," she said seductively but ready to pretend it had been a joke.
"I am sure that can be arranged madam, may I just check on one detail?"
"Of course."
"Your husband?"
"Will be in the bar drinking brandy until he sees you return to your desk."
"I see madam, then I am confident that your needs can be met."
"Don't keep me waiting James"
"No madam, I'll be with you shortly, you can depend on it."
"Good."
Tamara walked over to the lift, her hips swaying gently in her sexy dress. She could hardly believe her luck, he'd agreed, she was elated and very aroused. When she got to the room she quickly tidied up discarded clothing from earlier on, and draped herself seductively on the bed.
The room buzzer rang.
"Come in," called Tamara.
A pause, then the buzzer rang again. Tamara got up, walked over and opened the door.
"I shouted to you to come in, didn't you hear me?" said Tamara as she walked back towards the bed.
"I'm sorry madam, there was another guest in the corridor just now and I didn't want to appear to be taking liberties"
"I see, well that's precisely why you're here isn't it?"
"If you say so madam."
