"I am now going to place my penis in your mouth."
Annabel was appalled but she could not move so much as a muscle without his command.
She had watched as the man had quietly undressed, neatly folding his clothes on the chair, and been so relieved to see his penis flaccid. She had thought he intended her for sex but the physical evidence showed otherwise: how wrong she had been!
"You need to open your mouth, yes, that is just right."
He had come closer and closer to her, his hand reaching down to lift his soft penis just as if he was about to urinate. Her fear grew; surely he was not really going to put that in her mouth?
How had she come to be here in a stranger's hotel room sitting on a bed still in her beautiful long blue silk dress with this naked man before her? The evening had started so well. She was at the annual company dinner dance at the Hilton in ________ and Michael Barnes had finally asked her to dance. They had danced the whole evening but before that there had been the wonderful dinner and the brilliant entertainment. She had thought the little man in the white tuxedo had been a conjurer but, no, he was a stage hypnotist and had picked her from the audience. Annabel was not surprised - she was quite pretty, she knew that as a fact, if too tall and she was aware the MD had a soft spot for her. She hadn't of course expected the hypnosis to work and it was only the proof of the mobile phone videos afterwards that had convinced her. Everyone had been so complimentary about her that she had not minded. The stage hypnotist hadn't got her to do anything embarrassing like bark like a dog, pretend to be a baby, get her boobs out or something crass like that. He had got her to sing and dance and, well it was hardly embarrassing, forget where her seat was and sit down on the MD's lap by mistake - and that was how she knew who had set her up. Not that she minded. He was a sweet old duffer.
She had thought the hypnotist long gone but caught sight of him just as they got to the last dance, the last slow dance when Michael had finally kissed her. They had kissed the whole dance just slowly twirling on the darkened dance floor. Of course after that first contact - after such hoping on her part and perhaps on his - they had wanted to be alone together but that was not the easiest thing at a company party with everyone seeming to be watching them. They stood holding hands away from the bar, declining the occasional offer of drinks, chatting away for some long time absorbed in each other. Their plan was for Annabel to go up to her room first on the pretext of being tired and for Michael to come up later to his room and she would join him at 11.30 for a nightcap, though whether either of them really believed that was all is open to question - certainly nobody else was fooled by their subterfuge but it did not leave them open to such obvious comments the next morning.
Annabel slipped off, her head a whirl. The lift came and just as she was pressing the button for the seventh floor the hypnotist from earlier in the evening stepped in with her. She rather felt she had to make conversation or at least say something
"You were very good this evening, I'm told, I don't really remember much!" She had laughed.
She could remember him saying, "No, Annabel, you wouldn't" but as she stood outside the lift on the seventh floor and the doors closed behind her she really couldn't remember what else he had said, the doors opening or anything. She shrugged her shoulders and walked down to room 714 and opened the door. She showered and slipped the blue silk dress on again and smoothed it down herself. She glanced at her watch, still ten minutes to go - she hardly wanted to hang about outside Michael's door waiting for him. She'd feel awful if someone came past. She made herself wait until 11.35 before hurrying out again down to his room, a quick knock and she was in his arms. They sat on the bed sipping brandy from the same glass, kissing and cuddling.
The touch of Michael's hand on her breast, cupping it through the silk had surprised Annabel as a bit forward but the closeness of the touch revealed to Annabel that she had forgotten to put her bra back on after showering. An odd mistake to make and with the thinness of the silk her breasts must have been shown to Michael almost as if she had not been wearing the dress at all, the thin silk clinging to the curves, moulding the shape of her nipples - an invitation issued to him. Not an invitation she had really meant to give, she thought, but not a signal he could miss. She was puzzled - why had she not put her bra back on? It was nice though, having Michael holding her there and she did not stop him. She did not stop him when he squeezed or later ran his fingers over her nipples drawing them to attention. Annabel had glanced down and in the limited light cast by the bedside lamp had seen how very clearly they showed standing proud. Michael's hand slipped into her dress to hold a breast, feeling the naked skin directly rather than through the thin blue silk. She shivered and her legs instinctively rubbed together. A thought came to her mind - had she actually put any panties on?
Her breast was now out of the dress, showing white in the subdued light of the bedside lamp. "May I?" he'd asked and before she had responded he had kissed the nipple.
Slowly they had lain down on the bed and now, lying side by side, clasped to each other, she could feel his hardness against her, a hardness she knew she wanted inside.
"Shall we get in?" It had surprised her a bit that she'd said it but she stood and let the dress flow off her onto the floor. She was naked underneath, the light from the bedside lamp catching her curves and accentuating them with shadow.
Michael was quickly off the bed and pulling the bedspread and duvet aside before pulling off his own clothes so that he too was naked, his hard cock revealed.
"Well here we are then," said Annabel, suddenly a little less sure. She tried levity. "I don't remember seeing you quite like this before."
He kissed her and she felt his hardness naked against her tummy.
"You are so lovely, Anna."
They got into bed.
It was nice to be so close to Michael, to feel him naked against her skin. Annabel would have liked to have lain like that for a little while, just cuddling and kissing but there was the feel of his hand already on the smooth inner skin of her thigh, just resting - not touching anything - just resting on the soft skin. The imminent prospect of movement caused her to flow. In the nature of men Michael was unlikely to lie still for long and, Annabel knew, with the slightest encouragement his hardness would be slipping into her.
She did want that. She made the move. Her hand reached out and held him, feeling the warmth of his hardness in her hand. She squeezed and moved her hand upwards gently pushing the foreskin up and over the head and down again. Michael's hand slid upwards, his fingers just touching her wetness. Annabel shivered. She wanted him. They kissed and explored each other a little longer and then Annabel whispered as she spread her thighs wider, "Please, inside me."
Michael had eased himself up and gently onto her, for a moment letting himself rest between her thighs before she felt a touch and it was she, pushing upwards, who caused the first joining of the young couple. The day before they had been friends: now they were lovers and so happy in it. Intercourse was tender, gentle and rewarding and it was not just Michael who reached a climax.
Sleep did not come to Annabel. There was a nagging feeling she had to do something. Perhaps she would sleep better in her own room - though she did not want to leave Michael. It was so good being with him, but a single bed is not so easy when you cannot sleep. She got up and pulled on her dress, thinking to walk a bit, perhaps go back to her room for a time, and slipped out of Michael's door.
It was a surprise to her to find herself on the wrong floor, turning the handle of the wrong room door and opening it. The lighting inside was not subdued and standing just a little inside the door in silhouette was a man she recognised - the hypnotist. He had moved back into the room at the same time motioning for her to sit on the bed and she found she could not do anything but obey. Annabel had watched wide eyed as he had begun to undress, neatly folding his clothes but saying little. She could not understand what was happening - why she was here.
The door had opened just as the hypnotist had lifted his flaccid penis and, yes, he had held it in his hand and carefully placed it in her mouth. She had felt it lying on her tongue.
