"Good evening, Ma'am."
"Good evening, Cody."
"May I say you look delightful this evening."
"Thank you," Sarah said sheepishly.
She felt herself blush a little. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the compliment, it was more the situation she found herself in. Cody had delivered the dress to her from someone who wasn't her husband. She was now wearing it, and he was taking her to someone, who wasn't her husband.
She followed Cody to the large black Mercedes on the drive, where he opened the rear door for Sarah to slip inside. It was luxurious and extremely spacious, the soft cream leather wrapped around her, and she melted back into the pre-warmed seat.
The Mercedes had that brand new car smell, that only really lasts for a few months. In front of her was a fixed ice bucket with an open bottle of chilled Cristal Champagne and a half-filled flute beside it. She shuffled forward in her seat towards it, lifting the glass for a sip and sitting back in her luxurious seat. The champaign was cold and exquisite as it slipped sedately down her throat.
Cody opened the driver's door and got in. He looked in his mirror and reached for a button. A section of the leather seat to Sarah's left retracted and a small drinks table was raised from below. Sarah took another sip and placed it in the glass holder set into the tabletop.
Can I get you anything else Ma'am?"
"No, thank you."
The car started and pulled away.
The first few minutes were silent and it all felt a little surreal as she pondered whether she'd made the right call. Sarah was still feeling a little defensive towards Cody and her face was still glowing from her earlier blushes.
"My husband works with Matt. It's so nice of him to look after me like this while he's away," she said, trying to sound confident.
"Of course, Ma'am."
She felt a little less embarrassed and tried to relax back. She looked out the window and they seemed to be heading to central London, about half an hour more, she guessed. She poured another glass of the silky bubbles.
"Have you worked for Matt long?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Almost 5 years now."
"Oh, that's good. Do you travel with him? "
"Yes, Ma'am. Normally where he goes I go."
"That must be a bit tortuous on your private life."
"Oh, I'm single Ma'am, but I can't complain. I enjoy my work. I'm well paid and I get plenty of fringe benefits."
"Oh good."
"Mr Connelly's good to work for then?"
"He is Ma'am. He's hard but fair!"
"Hard but fair," she thought.... Mmm.
She'd certainly felt his hard side on Saturday night. She remembered the bulbous head of his stiff cock as it popped inside her pussy. She smiled to herself.
Sarah finished her second glass of champagne and she began to relax now. Her nerves were calmed and she felt a warm tingling sensation beginning to trickle through her body. She'd drunk champagne many times before but it had never made her feel quite so sublime as it did recently. Her mind wandered back to Saturday night and she recalled feeling similar.
"Maybe it's the brand," she thought, looking at the bubbles fervently rising to the surface of the flute.
Twenty-five minutes later, the car drew to a stop just as Sarah was finishing checking her make-up. Cody climbed out quickly and opened the door for her to exit.
"Thank you, Cody," she said as she slipped out of the seat.
She stood up and smoothed down her dress and teased her hair with her fingertips. She took a deep breath and looked up at Cody.
"You look stunning, Ma'am."
This time she didn't feel the embarrassment she'd felt earlier. She felt confident, sexy and pampered, a complete transformation in a 30-minute car journey.
"Why thank you, Cody."
He held out his hand and gave her a card.
"My card, Ma'am, should you need it."
" Well, Thank you. That's very kind of you."
She took it and popped it in her tiny evening bag, then turned and climbed the wide steps to the front door. It was opened and the concierge stepped out.
"Good evening, Madam."
"Good evening I'm here to see Mr Matt Connelly.
"Yes, Madam. please follow me."
She was led through a large marble reception area and towards a bar at the rear. It was a beautiful bar, dimly lit but tastefully decorated, it oozed extravagance from every corner. Matt was sat at the bar facing the door. He stood and greeted Sarah as she approached.
"Well, you look a billion dollars!"
Reaching a hand to the top of her arm, he leaned in, gently kissing her on the cheek.
"Well thank you, Matt."
She felt good and she knew she looked good. She'd never felt so comfortable in own her skin as she did right now. The newfound confidence she'd discovered on the journey here, welled up from within.
"You're looking very well yourself."
Sharply dressed in a cream, well-fitting suit and tie, his shoes, quite obvious handmade, she noted.
"Please have a seat," and he ushered her to a high stool next to him.
Matt looked up at the barman, who walked over and began opening a bottle of Cristal from the ice bucket in front of them. He poured two glasses and retired away. Matt offered a flute of Champagne to Sarah.
"Cheers"
"It's a beautiful dress. Thank you."
"It's a mere ribbon around a rose."
She smiled back.
"But you do look incredible in it."
"I must take care not to damage these lovely pearls," she said coyly, looking down at them.
"Do with it as you wish, it would look like a rag on anyone else, I'm sure."
She gently tilted her head sideways at him and smiled back, accepting the compliment.
They chatted almost as if they were long-lost friends for the next ten minutes. She'd been a little anxious earlier about how'd she feel, facing the guy that fucked her senseless only a few days ago. She need not of worried though, Matt had made it easy for her and she felt relaxed.
"He's a lucky guy your Carl," he said.
"He is," Sarah joked back.
"He wants to be careful deserting me on the whim of his boss."
"Oh...Well, that puts me in a very difficult situation," he said laughingly.
"Will he choose his Job or his Wife,? Matt Said.
"Well I'm not sure, we'll have to see if know what's good for him," she giggled.
They both laughed.
"Shall we eat?
"Let's."
Matt slightly raised his hand to the Maitre d, and he scooted straight over.
"Your table is ready Mr Connelly."
"Thank you, Henry."
As he led the way to the table across the centre of the restaurant, Sarah felt the eyes of the dinners upon her. Maybe they were looking at her stunningly beautiful dress or maybe he was a regular here and they were curious about the new girl? Either way, she didn't care. She felt fabulous. Her whole body seemed to be on fire. She could feel the loose silk of her backless dress gliding sublimely over her firm ass cheeks, and her erect nipples rubbing on her bra. Her body tingled throughout as she walked across the room behind Matt.
They sat at a large round table in a slightly raised area at the back of the restaurant. It was quite obviously the best table in the house and had a great view of the restaurant, but was still a little secluded at the same time. Sarah felt like a movie star, playing herself in a role she'd never imagined before. She felt sexy and beautiful, and the most important person in the place.
"I have ordered for you if that's ok"
She was a little surprised at his presumptuousness, but she kind of liked it too. Anyway, he probably knew what was good.
"Sure"
More Champagne arrived as they chatted.
"I can't seem to get Carl on the phone yet. Have you heard from him at all?"
"I haven't spoken to him directly but I spoke with his liaison officer in Singapore and everything is going to plan."
"Ah ok. That's good news. I missed him at the airport in London when he left. He must have a problem with his mobile I guess."
"That's possible. I find the roaming service decidedly dodgy in Asia too. I can call the Singapore office now for you if you like? I think it's about 3 or 4 am there now but I'm sure I can raise someone."
"No...No, it's fine, thank you."
She was out now, enjoying herself, and didn't want a conversation with Carl. That horse had bolted.
"If you're sure."
"Yes, absolutely, it's fine. He's a big boy."
"He certainly is," Matt said smiling and raising his eyebrows.
It was the first innuendo he'd made about Saturday night but Sarah wasn't phased by it. She was relaxed and enjoying herself now and her inhibitions were waning.
"I've certainly no complaints." She said coyly.
Sarah had surprised herself that she'd engaged him so easily over the subject. They had an amazing meal. She was well used to fine dining but this was on another level completely. After dinner, Matt broached the subject again.
"Did you enjoy yourself last week?"
"Sorry?" she said questioningly,
Sarah knew exactly what he was talking about, but felt no embarrassment at his direct questioning.
"Yes, Saturday night when we fucked like crazy," he said calmly.
