You are one of the few remaining in the office actually working on a sunny Friday afternoon and you pause briefly to acknowledge the deposit of a plain white dl envelope on your desk by one of the typists. After continuing for another five minutes on the database you were working on, you give into your curiosity and pick up the envelope, glancing briefly at the front of it to see if there are any identifying marks before opening it to look at the inside.
Confusion furrows your brow as you empty the envelope into your hand to reveal a key and a compliment slip. Quickly dialing my direct dial number gives away nothing other than that I am not in the office today and not expected to return until Monday, something I had neglected to mention when I left for work this morning.
Curiosity wins out, and you grab your car keys and jacket before leaving the office to head towards the car and the destination that was the only thing written on the compliment slip.....
Warmth seeps into my skin as the masseur massages oil into my back, gently kneeding my muscles. The realisation that you would have received the key slowly filters through my consciousness. “Just five more minutes of this, then I will go and get ready”, I think.
The thought of what lays ahead sends warmth coursing through me, pooling between my legs. The fact that I am getting turned on whilst having a massage causes me to sit up abruptly, clutching at the only thing, a brief towel, covering my decency from the masseur. I quickly get off of the table and pad barefoot towards the door towards the bathroom to make preparations.
You glance up at the road sign which indicates your destination is very near. Tapping the indicator you change lanes and head towards the exit. Busy roads give way to countryside as you get closer. Eventually you come to the sign which matches the destination given on the compliment slip. Turning off, you pull into the car park and turn off the ignition, get out of the car and grab your overnight bag from the boot. Trepidation mixes with anticipation at the thought of not knowing what is in store.
You stride across the car park to the large oak doors concealing the entrance. On going inside it takes you a moment for your eyes to adjust from the sunshine outside to the dark shade and to realise that there is someone waiting in the shadows.
“Welcome” the young man greets you. “We have been expecting you. Would you like to follow me?” and without waiting for a response the young man moves off down the hall, leaving you no choice but to follow him, your curiosity mounting with every step.
The young butler pauses at a door and removes a key from his pocket, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter what appears to be a suite of rooms.Having been thanked with a tip, the butler quietly lets himself out of the suite, leaving you to explore.
You drop your bag and keys on a nearby chair, looking around you to take in your surroundings. Anticipation courses through you, spiking with arousal, you know I have something planned, but you can’t quite get a grasp on the details. The items on the bed get your attention, a black silk scarf, and some japanese black silk rope have been left neatly together, a marked contrast to the cream bedding which has been turned back, revealing the metal ironwork of the bed surround.
As you move around the room you notice other items. My overnight bag tucked away neatly in the corner, along with my shoes. On the chair you see the clothes I was wearing this morning folded neatly, the lace thigh high stockings trailing over the side of the cushion. You recall seeing me dress this morning, enjoying my ritualistic routine of moisturising my skin before donning the stockings, and, fingering the delicate stockings, you experience a brief moment’s regret that you weren’t able to remove them for yourself, along with the other items of my apparel left on the chair.
At this point you realise that you are not alone in the room, something which comes as a shock, as you are normally extremely observant. Quietly in the corner, almost hidden in the shadows, dressed only in a silk robe on the chaise lounge, you realise I have been watching you all of this time.
You cross the room to where I am lazing, a shadow of a smile on my face as I watch the mix of curiosity, arousal and anticipation on your features. You lean over to kiss me slowly, letting the heat build as our lips meet, the urgency and passion rising quickly as testament to the long and stressful hours we have both been working recently which has prevented us from enjoying each other like our mutual healthy appetites would normally demand.
Your patience exhausted, you scoop me up in your arms, not once breaking the sensual kiss which we are caught up in. Allowing me to slip slowly down your body to stand, registering the tightness of your trousers against your arousal, you bring your hands up to caress my face as we continue our long drugging kiss, drinking each other in, before sliding your hands over my shoulders, pushing my robe out of the way, smoothing your hands over my skin, trailing them over my shoulders, down my arms. You span my waist with your hands, continuing your physical mapping of my body with your hands, down my hips, before resting your hands on my buttocks, pulling me to you, so that I can feel your hard arousal against my front.
Having remained passive to this point, I decide to explore a little myself. I reach up to your neck, undoing your shirt, the tie was removed as soon as you left the office. Finishing undoing the buttons, I then remove your cufflinks, placing them on the table nearby. I return to tug your shirt out of your trousers, before taking a moment to enjoy the view of you standing there, the blackness of your hair and the five pm shadow a dark and dangerous contrast to the light pink shirt which I intend to remove from your broad frame.
Continuing my mission of divesting you of your clothes, I undo your belt buckle, a moments anticipation in my movements. I left for work when you were in the shower, so I don’t know if you have opted to wear boxers, or remained with your normal preference for going without. As I unbutton your trousers and lower the zip, bare skin under my fingertips confirms my suspicions and heightens my arousal, knowing that you have been at work all day without any shorts on, which never fails to turn me on anyway.
You bend down to undo your shoes and remove your socks, before allowing me to push your trousers down, closing your eyes as I kneel down in front of you on the pretext of finishing removing your trousers, but actually taking the opportunity to take you into my mouth, sucking on you slowly and rhythmically, causing you to curse under your breath as you realise you are too close to release to allow me to continue at this time.
Dragging me up your body, almost roughly, so that I can feel the roughness of the hair on your stomach against my bare skin, you pick me up and stride over to the bed, moving the scarf and rope out of the way, before placing me gently on the cool cotton sheet. You caress my body, your hands moving down to remove my lace thong, before leaning down to kiss me on the lips, smiling as you trail a path of kisses along my neck, down over my breasts across my stomach to the bare skin between my legs, dipping your head to kiss the most intimate part of me, slowing teasing me with your tongue, sucking gently on my clit, as I arch helplessly against your teasings.
Knowing that I am very close to release, your own body over taut with arousal, and being aware that we have plenty of time to explore other avenues of eroticism since we appear to be here for the weekend, you decide to give us both what we need. Covering my body with yours and lacing your hands with mine above my head, you slowly slide inside me, hearing my breath catch as you fill me inch by inch, your eyes never leaving mine.
Unable to remain still, it has been way too long for both of us, you begin to move, feeling me getting tighter around you as I get closer, the sensation building intensely towards your own release as you begin to thrust, harder as I wrap my legs around you, bringing you even closer to me, until you feel me fly over the edge, the rhythmic squeezing of my internal muscles dragging you over with me.
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