I tossed my bag onto the small writing table located just inside the kitchen door, the smell of tonight's meal filled my nostrils. "Mmmm, smells good! What's the occasion?"
"I've invited our guest to dine with us tonight. I thought we could use the entertainment."
Our guest being the long departed grandson of our town's magistrate some years removed now. He was occupying the large bedroom on the third floor of my mistress's hotel. The only hotel in town. There were no other guests as it was March, and the town draws so very few tourists as it was even during peak season.
"What time?" I asked, aware of my rumpled appearance from working in the office all day.
"At 7 sharp, so you have plenty of time to, prepare." She flashed me a devilish smile. I scampered over and kissed her. "Thank you." I whisper, close to her ear. Kim had already changed for dinner and she was just watching over her fine meal. She was slim, her back straight which made her appear even taller than her 5' 10" frame. Her shimmering dark hair was straight cut and caressed her shoulders. Tonight she wore a full length skirt of a purple black colour and a black satin blouse that revealed she wore no bra over her small, firm breasts.
I grabbed my bag from the table and ran up the stairs to my room to prepare for tonight's dinner. I tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper and jumped into a shower. The hot tiny daggers felt so good against my naked skin. I lathered my body with soap, running my hands under and over my breasts till my nipples stood erect. My soapy hand glided smoothly over my shaven snatch where my all knowing fingers parted my skin easily. I gently rubbed my clit until I felt a warm glow spread out over my body. I left myself wanting though, and turned off the shower.
Towel dried, I stood in my ample closet, and searched for something to wear tonight. Kim was already in black so, hmmm, red! I pulled out my red dress and went to the bureau to select the proper under garments. White of course. There was the underwired bra, the lacy panties, the garter belt and nylons. The black leather grannies shoes with the tight laces would be an excellent contrast to the innocent of the white stockings.
There! I stood in front of the full length mirror and admired the effect. And the dress was just short enough that any bending and stretching was going to show the top of the stockings and the garter belts. Prrfect! Check the time, oh, almost seven, time to go.
I whisked down the stairs from my second floor room. I could hear amused laughter coming from the sitting room. Kim's hotel was a converted Victorian mansion and included many large rooms for entertainment. There, sitting beside each other on a velvety love seat, Kim and our guest. His name was Andrew from what Kim told me last night after seeing him to his room. He was handsome but not beautiful. Short cropped dark brown hair with a hint of gray at the temples, a small mustache that should a mix of colours that Andrew's hair did not hint at. He wire delicate glasses which tried to hide his otherwise rugged square shoulders and strong chest.
Kim and served him a drink and they were sharing some joke or amusing chatter. Andrew stood as I the room. "Aah, Andrew, I would like you to meet my niece, Shannon." I was Kim's niece for public appearance sake as we were a few years apart. More than some people would believe!
I offered my hand and it look like Andrew as about to raise to his lips but he must have changed his mind, no body did that in the 90's anymore. I would have liked that though. "Pour Shannon a drink, Andrew." Kim told him. "Of course." And he turned to the small bar and added a small amount of wine to a glass.
I sat across from the love seat, in a straight backed Elizabethan chair. Andrew handed me my wine and then he resumed his seat beside Kim who wrapped an arm around his. "Isn't she beautiful?" she asked him.
Andrew blushed quickly and whispered "Very." I smiled and crossed a leg over the other, the skirt riding up devilishly and I was hoping that it revealed a little pale flesh above the stockings. It must have because his eyes were affixed on my legs. I smiled, Kim smiled.
We chatted more, I told a little about my job in town, how I came to be a ward of my aunt. Andrew told us a little bit of his family and how he had always wanted to visit the old homestead.
A small buzzer rang from the kitchen and Kim announced dinner was ready. Andrew offered me his arm as I led him to the dining room. We had reduced the table down to a manageable size or otherwise we would have been dwarfed by the rooms content. I sat our guest at the head of the table, myself on his left side. Kim swept through the kitchen doors and walked over to the clever hutch that was actually a serving entrance to the kitchen. There she lifted out three marvelous roast beef dinners, and rolls. And by soft chandelier light we consumed our meal. Kim had outdone herself and the roast was perfect, a bright pink, a little on the, rare, side. Just the way we liked it!