Rachel Ch.7 - At The Hotel
I’d arranged to meet Pete in his hotel room at around seven. He said that he’d make a reservation for us in the hotel restaurant for eight o’clock. All afternoon I planned what I was to wear, and imagined how I could continue with my exhibitionist exploits. I hoped that he wouldn’t have had second thoughts about what had happened.
I managed to find the hotel easily. Despite its grand name ‘The Excelsior’ was just a Georgian town house that had been converted into a hotel. From the outside it was small, but very smart looking. I made my way up the steps to the entrance and went inside to the small lobby area. On my way to the stairs to Pete’s room I paused for a second to check out my reflection in a long, gilt-framed mirror near the entrance to the restaurant. The ‘classy’ black dress I was wearing was quite short, but still respectable. The dress moulded my curves, accentuating my breasts and rounded hips. The neckline of the dress plunged into a sharp V shape that showed off my pale, deep cleavage. There was no need to worry about a VPL – I was only wearing a bra underneath the thin, silky material.
I stood outside the door to Pete’s room on the second floor. The corridor was fairly short and narrow, with only two or three other rooms off from it. I decided to give Paul a surprise and slipped out of my dress and took off my bra. Standing naked in the narrow corridor I knocked on his door. I hoped he would answer quickly, I felt vulnerable dressed in my high heels with the dress just draped over my shoulder. As I knocked again, louder this time, I prayed that he would be there. Seconds passed and I began to feel more nervous, contemplating whether to put my dress back on. If someone else were to come out of their room I wouldn’t have time to cover myself. The mild panic I was experiencing had an exciting, sexual edge to it. Finally Pete opened the door, his expression was priceless, and he almost pulled my arm off getting me through the door.
Pete joked, ‘You little tease – come here to be spanked!’
I feigned mock horror and tried to run away towards the window. He quickly grabbed me and pulled me on to the bed. His kisses were hot and fervent, his hands massaging my breasts as I held him. I knew he’d fuck me there and then, but I wanted to prolong the experience, ‘That’s enough for now Pete. I want you to order some room service – any chance of a bottle of Champagne?’
He almost sulked as I gently pushed him away, but replied, ‘Sure I’ll ring down for some now.’
As he got dressed for dinner I watched him, sitting on the bed with my legs crossed. He talked about how well his meeting had gone that afternoon, although he did admit that he had found it hard to concentrate when he started to think about our love-making in the morning. As he started to knot his tie, there was a knock on the door. As I dashed to the bathroom I winked at Pete and told him to answer it.
‘Room service, Mr. Middleton. May I come in?’
From my vantage point in the bathroom I could see Pete nod his head, and the young waiter carried the drinks into the room. As he placed the ice bucket on the table and arranged the glasses, I took a deep breath and casually wandered into the room from my hiding place. I’d knotted a towel around my waist, but remained topless. The waiter turned and gasped as he caught sight of my breasts. I made no attempt to cover myself, but just asked, ‘Pete, could you give this boy a tip please.’ Pete smiled and rooted around in his pockets. The boy remained open-mouthed as I nonchalantly stood next to him and began to pour the drinks. Pete almost had to shake him to give him the tip, and then had to guide him back outside into the corridor. The boy took one last look over his shoulder before the door was closed and then Pete and I collapsed on to the bed laughing.
‘You really are a massive tease Rach. That poor boy will have to go and jerk off in the toilets now to get some relief. I hope he doesn’t get the sack!’
