This is a continuation of my previous story.
I was at the dentist and a previous lover was in the waiting room, it had been an intense relationship. I was married but gay and he was divorced and bisexual. We had regular contact in the workplace although we were not always at the same location. He was in charge of a group of sub-contractors implementing work I designed and we had worked alongside each other for many years, both unknowing about the potential until it came to the surface after a few whiskeys in a hotel bar. That particular work project was only just starting so we both knew we would be around each other for some considerable time, at least six months and maybe more.
He was a strong assertive man, he had steel blue eyes that instantly drew your attention and I always felt he could read me like a book. After the first icebreaker experience things developed fast, I am very naturally submissive and I really wanted to please him. My previous experience with men was very limited but also very satisfying and revealed my true character, personality and sexuality. That first Gentleman had been so patient with me and allowed me to learn exactly what I enjoyed despite me having a resistance to admitting it myself, he was superb and I was so lucky to have met him.
This coloured my relationship with men, it had to be someone I liked and respected, I would be grateful for their attention and repay it with a real desire to serve. Anthony, my new lover fitted that mould perfectly. I enjoyed his company, he was naturally assertive, I respected him, I even lusted after his attention.
After a few weeks of clandestine meetings in the hotel we shared with his subcontractors he decided we had to make a better arrangement. We were there every week Monday to Thursday, so I would have my own room booked but only really use it as a wardrobe and a shower in the mornings. I would stay with him until the hotel gym opened, then I would have a quick session in the gym before returning to my own room for a shower. Always remembering to ruffle up the bedsheets too. This was fine but had its limitations, we had to be very discreet and quiet, and often there was someone we knew in the room next door.
We had discussed how we could overcome this but I had not been party to his solution. I arrived in work to find he was not there, this was not unusual as he sometimes worked on other contracts simultaneously. As the day went on I was getting more edgy, I had texted him and not had a reply, it was out of character. I resisted asking his workers and the day past by very slowly.
When I booked into the hotel, I was surprised that he did not have reservation, his colleagues said he was making other arrangements. Alarm bells were ringing in my head, I relived how we had been on the previous Friday, and everything seemed good, what was happening. I was in my room lying on the bed wondering whether I should call him when my phone rang. It was Anthony, he seemed cool and relaxed as if nothing was wrong.
"Hi," he said "Just wanted to tell you I am arranging a better place for us, I won't see you this week though."
He left it at that, despite my questions. I subtly quizzed the others the next day but they just thought he was working on another contract that week.
It turned out he was, in a town about 40 miles away, but instead of booking a hotel he had rented an apartment by a local marina. On the Thursday I got a message telling me I did not need to book a hotel as I was staying with him the next week. I was thrilled and and excited, knowing that he still wanted me, that weekend dragged.
The next Monday he turned up at work and the day went as normal but at the end of the day I was told to follow his car to his new flat. He showed me around with some pride and it really was very smart and luxurious, large leather sofas, solid wood floors and thick rugs. The bathroom had a huge walk-in shower and also a Jacuzzi bath build into a large alcove, it was magnificent.
Then Anthony Said "Let me show you your room."
I felt my heart jump a bit, we were not sharing? I had my own room? We turned the corner on the hallway and ahead I could see double doors open on to huge bedroom, the opposite wall just windows overlooking a balcony and the marina. My room was on the left, it was still nice but just a side window, a double bed and the essential furniture.
