The usual booking is an overnight but this time he came to an agreement with the agency for an afternoon running into overnight. I arrived and he explained: he was dealing with a contract wrap up and had no idea if it would drag but it was concrete that it would not drag longer than X number of hours. I was to make myself at home in the suite, and to help myself ‘just don’t go overboard and order a case of champagne on room service’; he’d be back soon. I was on standby, but not for an hour or so, so I could enjoy all that the hotel could offer, and I did. Two hours later I retuned to the suite and noticed a bottle of champagne on ice, a bowl of fresh large strawberries and a note: ‘all gone well, feel free to start without me, I’ll be back soon’ Excellent timing I
I shower and my thoughts turn to my gentleman, I can call him my gentleman as we have been seeing each other for a while now, my gentleman has many talents but relationships aren’t one of them: as he says ‘making time for women, I don’t, not because I can’t but because don’t trust them, you I can trust. We have a contract, I like contacts and I like you. But if we didn’t have a contract well, we wouldn’t be sat here.’ It’s not the first time I’ve heard something this, its just he put it better than I’ve ever heard, and every time I hear something like this I think its kind of sad, I don’t know why I feel like that I just do. I put this to the back of my mind as I pat myself dry and walk through the suite.
Fortunately I’m quite expert in opening champagne bottles, I pour myself a glass and enjoy with a strawberry. I’m naked and perched on the wonderfully decadent grand bed. There are few bigger in London hotels. While sipping and chewing I recall the note ‘feel free to start without me’ I don’t like to disappoint but then again timing is everything. What to do? I could prepare the scene, handcuffed to the bed a line of strawberries from breasts to crouch – ready for him to pour champagne over me and feast! A possibility. Perhaps a schoolgirl skirt and let him catch me red faced and topless kneeling on the bed with a toy ready to be taught a lesson from an experienced man. Yes another possibility. What to do? So many possibilities. My head was spinning. Its like something out of the Da Vinci code I know I have the clues I just need to… And then I had it – on the morning of our last meeting he mentioned his fantasy, but so in passing it hardly registered, honestly no more than four or five words. I went to the wardrobe more in hope than anything else, opening the door I
I lingered and luxuriated for a while, naked in furs, becoming more aroused as the seconds passed. A sip from my glass then the buuurrr of one of my toys, my eyes half closed as the click of the door announced my man’s arrival….