Working all day was hell.
Dressed to kill and receiving a lot of comments from work colleagues on how great I looked. Black dress with an amazing slit flashing my knickers frequently and super sleek patent heels.
I drove to the hotel for what seemed like hours. Excited,feeling full of mischief and excitement.
Checked in, got to room, dumped bags. Returned to the bar and ordered a wine to calm my nerves. A large glass!
If I’m honest I felt a bit show stopping in my sexy heels and black “means business” dress.
I sat in the busy bar and then I saw him coming in. I didn’t look at him as this was to be part of the game tonight. |
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He went to the bar. I tried to stay cool and calm. I could feel my pussy throb at the sight of him, I wanted him so, so badly.
He ordered a wine and sat down near me, choosing a seat where he had a view straight towards me, only obscured by a young Dutch man who seemed to be sneaking a look every now and then.
I inched to the left ever so slightly so he could see me better. I looked over and saw him looking at me, at every part of me. I felt my cheeks flush with excitement. I smiled and took a large gulp of wine. I watched him shift in his seat also.
I looked up and saw the Dutch man smile at me, I looked across his shoulder and smiled again at my date, he grinned seeing my reactions and his own reactions from our earlier glances to each other.
I took another gulp of wine and the waiter from the bar came and spoke to me asking if I was traveling alone, enjoying the wine and how long I was staying for, I said just 1 night on business. He offered me a menu to glance at and made some suggestions for food.
When the waiter left, so was the Dutchman and my date.
Bugger, I thought, perhaps he’s gone to the room. I grabbed my handbag and looked at my phone. As my head was bowed looking for my phone, a bite was delivered across the back of my neck, a bite delivered my such a familiar mouth, the hot breath escaping his nostrils and his signature scent. The bite turned into a nibble and a nuzzle into the nape of my neck and as I turned my head a complete forceful passionate kiss. |
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I thought about opening dialogue with this ‘stranger’ from the bar. It was more intense to beckon him and gently pat the seat next to me. He agreed with just a nod and a wry smile.
He just sat there looking at me, I felt his eyes removing my clothes. He was looking at me so intently I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to have to use any words.
I leaned in to kiss him, he pushed me back with his fingers wrapping around my neck, shaking his head as “no”.
I looked at him and he motioned to move. He followed me through the bar with wine in hand up the stairs to the room only stopping on the stairs to kiss and for him to run his free hand up my legs towards my pussy.
Fumbling with the door key, we got into the room, no lights, no music, stood in the doorway of the dimly lit room. It wasn’t until we were there that he told me how sexy I was, whilst he was kneeling down stroking my legs from top to bottom stopping just to stroke the lips of my pussy. |
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Closing the door behind us and standing in the entrance he stood back and looked at me and pushed his fingers straight inside me, I was wet, willing and waiting for his next move. His fingers went deep inside me and all the way out again making me groan and shiver.
He pulled my dress up to my hips and told me “step out of your knickers, but leave your shoes on” I did as he said. He continued fingering my pussy.
He pulled my dress up over my head and told me again to “leave your shoes on” as he threw it down on the floor. He stood there and looked at me. Everywhere, his eyes darted over my body.
He cupped my pussy and asked “have you been good?” I knew this was asking if I’d refrained from wanking for the 3 days before I had seen him. I admitted that I’d had a wank and he pulled me to the bed, sat down and bent me clean over his lap. Slapping my arse 6 tones and ticking after each one finishing with 3 of his fingers inside me. I could feel it hurt but didn’t flinch as I knew this was soft compared to the cane and in all honestly had expected my insubordinace to be punished more.
He pulled me up and took me to the bathroom....
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gtrat story so far
