“A Martini Rosso with lemonade please,” I purr. Brad turns his head.
“Good manners darling,” he raises my hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to my skin, “I trust you arrived with ease.”
“I did thank you, your arrangements were perfect.”
He returns my hand to my lap, his fingers grazing my leg as he slowly withdraws his touch.
“You look beautiful,” he compliments me in his soft accent. I blink my long black lashes once and smile before sipping my drink, “Shall we have a few drinks before dinner?”
“I’m not hungry,” I answer simply.
He chuckles, “Very well, shall we go then?”
Brad places his hand at the small of my back as he guides me out of the bar and to the elevator, safely encapsulated within the lift, his hand lowers to skim over my buttock before clasping my upper thigh. He slides his hand gently up my thigh to brush his fingertips against my knickers, I inhale softly at his touch as he presses a finger beneath the black lace of my Brazilian knicker. He squeezes my buttock, before sliding his fingers between my thighs to brush his fingers against my gusset. I begin to grow hotter as my clit throbs in addition to my pooling wetness, and I gasp as he strokes over my lips. My cheeks are flushed as the doors suddenly open and reveal us to a staff member.
Brad retracts his hand discreetly and gives a polite nod before we exit, it is not until I glance back that I see the young man staring at my behind and realize Brad has tucked the dress into my knickers. Thus I am exposed entirely, the black lace leaves little to the imagination while beneath the red bow, a cut out panel reveals the top of the cleft of my cheeks. I go to adjust it but feel Brad’s hand close around my wrist. I know better than to resist, and so let him take my wrist back to my side as we walk along the corridor to the room. To any passing stranger, my exposed behind looks to be an accidental skirt-in-the-knickers occurrence due to a trip to the bathroom. However, my face is burning as Brad gives a soft chuckle.
“Good girl. You learn well dear.”
“Thank you,” I meet his eye and whisper, “Sir.”
Brad smiles as we stop outside room 69, I can’t help but laugh at his arrogance; he plans to get me into bed, and we both know that is where we will go. Somehow though I believe he likes a little feisty spirit. He will have to chain me down to submit entirely.
We enter the room, and I give a small gasp. On the dressing table is a black leather box with a cream card on top. My name is printed elegantly on the card. I await permission before opening it to find a list of instructions, as Brad opens a bottle of wine and pours us each a glass. I look up to him, cheeks having paled somewhat as my gusset moistens. He hands me a glass, which I receive from him gracefully. I know how much of a thrill it is that I should always appear a lady, though have a wildly sexual side hidden away.
“I will go to the bar for another few glasses while you ready yourself.”
“Yes sir.”
I bow my head before he tilts up my chin with a finger, slowly I raise my eyes to find him watching me intently. He lowers his mouth onto mine and kisses me softly, his whiskers tickle my skin slightly as he runs his hand over my hair and down to my waist. I resist my reflex to tremble and remain still. My lips, however, yield to his inquisitive tongue as he tastes my mouth.
He deepens the kiss, as his tongue licks my lips and runs over my pearly teeth, before touching my tongue.
Opening the box, I go to the bathroom to prepare myself before taking out the parcels wrapped in tissue paper. The lingerie fits perfectly, the midnight blue flatters my skin and I step into a matching pair of silk peep toe heels. Admiring his taste as I look at my reflection, I am wearing five inch stilettos and a babydoll and panty set. The panty is lace with a Brazilian cut at the back to show my cheeks well. The babydoll meanwhile has lace cups and a sheer boy. Elegant but sensual, I slip into the matching silk robe and sit down to put on the silver cuff bracelets and anklets. The door clicks, and Brad steps inside; his gaze falls on me and he gives an appreciative smile,
“Let me look at you.”
I stand up and slowly rotate to show myself to him at all angles, Brad steps closer with a metallic jingle and sweeps my hair back from my neck. Gently, he clips a collar around my neck before smoothing my hair back into place, he leads me over to the bed and hands me the glass of wine before taking off his jacket and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. He sits down beside me with his shoes removed and touches my cheek before cupping my face. He is tender in his touch, and we begin to chat companionably as we drink the wine.
After a while, Brad puts down our glasses and takes my hand. He places one on his hip and the other on his shoulder, before taking his hands to my waist. We kiss languidly before he guides us to lie down. He hooks my leg over his hip as he strokes up my thigh and under the edge of my babydoll. His hand is warm as he strokes over my skin, his hand cups my buttock. Brad begins to squeeze as he rocks his hips into mine, his mouth has descended to kiss my neck in a love bite while his other hand caresses my breast.
Brad rolls me onto my back and unclips the babydoll to reveal my DD chest, his mouth suckles my nipples and kisses across my breasts as his hand cups my mound, a finger rubs along my labia as heat builds up within me. Drawing me up, he takes off the babydoll and runs his hands over my bare back. I arch my hips as his mouth kisses down my stomach. Breath teases my skin, as his mouth skims the lace panty. Sliding my gusset aside, his fingers touch my snatch, and I whimper lightly. Stroking my labia in smooth touches, his fingers dip into my slick lips, as he teases me, before pushing a gentle finger inside. I gasp as he begins to finger me. His strokes are slow and deep, but quicken at a gradual pace as my wetness squelches around him.
I draw my knees in to my chest, tightening my clasp around his fingers. He squeezes a third into my tightness and taps my sweet spot.He lowers down to kiss along the back of my raised thighs and tongue kisses my inner areas as his breath taunts me. I cup my breasts as he kisses around my muffin and plays with my nipples. Just when I begin to feel as though I cannot cope with further teasing, his mouth descends onto my muffin. He kisses and licks down my parting to reveal my nectar before licking over my love hole.
I moan as I feel his hot tongue dip inside me teasingly, before he slurps up to my clit, sucking over my throbbing button, as he pleasures my intimate place with his sexy mouth. A finger slips inside my tight wetness and I mewl like a kitten; whimpering as he licks my clit and lips, biting ever so lightly to make me whisper for more, while he slides his finger in and out. My wetness is audible as he enters another finger. He speeds up his strokes in time to my deepening moans, until the squelch of my pussy, our breathing and my audible pleasure fill our ears…
