"Hello, I'm supposed to be meeting a Mr. James here."
The receptionist looked up from her desk and glared at Zil, seriously not smiling.
"I believe you'll find him in his suite, on the first floor. The River Suite." She snapped, returning to her bookwork without giving so much as a second glance or a welcoming smile.
Zil walked slowly, almost hesitantly towards the hotel main stairs, wondering if she was doing the right thing, arriving in the middle of the afternoon, at a country hotel for some steamy sex. Did people really do this kind of a thing, or was it just a wild fantasy one read about in smut stories?
Anyhow, it was a lovely old hotel, and it complimented the village well, as it stood picturesquely over looking the river. So far this adventure had been a pleasing experience, and it had taken Zil away from her daily routine, so all was not totally lost.
She knocked on the door with the golden nameplate, telling her that this was indeed, 'The River Suite.' A tall slim attractive woman in her late twenties opened the door. She had neat black hair, cut short, and smiling warmly, beckoned Zil to enter.
"Hi, I'm Sal, I'm Mr. James's private secretary, and you must be Zil? Do come in and make yourself at home. I'm afraid Mr. James has been delayed, but he is on his way right now. He had to fly to Zurich last night on behalf of a client and has only just landed half an hour ago at Manchester, but he rang me to say look after you, and he'll be with you very soon."
"Zurich?" Zil asked, wanting to know more about her mystery date, this stranger who she was visiting out of the blue. This was a very blind date. Totally blind from her point of view, as she had no idea as to what her date even looked like. The whole point of this sexual adventure, all arranged by a friend, was the uncertainty of it all. How would she feel, being taken by a complete stranger, and would it make her feel a total slut?
"Please have something to eat, we have a wonderful buffet laid on," Sal said, showing Zil the table in the sitting room full of all sorts of delicious looking food. "And to drink, maybe some champagne?" Zil nodded, and as Sal opened a bottle of Vieve Clicquot, she asked more about Zurich.
"Mr. James ... David, my boss, is an art dealer. He specializes in impressionist paintings mostly. He went to Zurich to negotiate on behave of a wealthy Russian client, the purchase of a small Renoir, from a family that had it locked up in a Swiss bank. The seller always calls the tune in these matters, so he had to go at a minutes notice."
Zil took a glass of champagne and then helped herself to an assortment of wonderful looking food. The art business must be very lucrative she thought helping herself to the delicacies on offer. But then again, to buy a painting by Renoir, now that had to be priceless. As she ate, she eyed up this woman called Sal, and told her that she had on a very lovely suit, thinking that Mr. James must be paying her extremely well to afford such an outfit.
"I suppose you do know why I'm here?" Zil asked, trying to be business like, after she had finished her delicious plate of food.
"You've come to be fucked!" Sal told her frankly, not wishing to beat around anyone's bush!
"Well, yes! I suppose I have..."
"Come to be fucked!" Sal insisted strongly, but this time smiling and running her tongue slowly over her lips, almost purring as she fixed Zil with a knowing stare.
"Yes!" Zil nodded, starting to get a bit flustered. "I have come to be ... fucked ... as you put it. This has all been a very blind date, and I'm beginning to panic if the truth were known!" She spluttered and gave a nervous laugh.
"Don't worry, you'll enjoy yourself, believe me." Sal reassured her, adding, "Look why not slip out of your things and put on one of the hotel robes in the bathroom? It'll make you feel a lot more relaxed."
"Oh I don't know." Zil snapped, now feeling very uneasy.
"I'll join you too, make us all ready for Mr. James, when he gets here." Sal insisted, taking hold of Zil by the hand.
Still apprehensive, Zil was almost pulled into the bathroom, and before she could say no, had her arms up in the air and Sal was stripping her naked very fast, and enjoying it every little bit.
"Pretty tits, Zil!" Sal told her, as she kissed and caressed each one in turn, then running her hand down over Zil's short trimmed bush, and stroking it carefully, before handing over a bathrobe.
Zil thought she should be shocked, as girl on girl was something she often fantasized about, but had not had much experience with, especially with a complete stranger. When she had enjoyed pleasuring pussies on the odd occasion, it had only been with girl friends she knew very well, and then it had all seemed a quite natural thing to do.
"Oh what the hell!" she thought out aloud. "Why not. Lets' live a bit. No one would ever believe me rolling up on a blind date for the sole purpose of letting myself be fucked by a total stranger anyway, so why not have a bit of girlie loving too?"
Sal quickly slipped out of her lovely smart suit. Underneath it she wore a red bra and red knickers, with a red suspender belt holding up her black silk stockings. It was only when Zil took a second harder look that her mouth fell open and she gasped aloud.
"Oh my God, you're a ... what's it? A chick! A chick with a dick!"
"A Shemale, please! Or a Ladyboy, if you like?" Sal announced, grinning dirtily at her.
"But I had no idea, I mean you look so beautiful." Zil managed to stammer, just totally amazed, and still staring at Sal's bulging crotch in those flimsy knickers.
"The cock is real, but the tits were helped on by Mr. James, and an amazing Swiss clinic in Geneva." She said proudly, seizing Zil's hand. " Here, feel me for yourself."
Sal took Zil's hand and held it tightly against her bulging cock, now growing larger by the second in her red knickers. With her other hand Zil tentatively felt the perfectly shaped firm breasts that filled the red bra so beautifully, and felt real hard nipples bursting with sexual lust.
"I don't know what to say." Zil gasped, as she squeezed the now rampant cock as it strained hard to escape and show itself.
