Arriving at the door, I notice the “do not disturb” sign hanging at the knob. I decide to ignore the sign and knock. It takes longer than usual for you to open the door. I hear you approaching the hotel room door slowly, your high heels klicking on the black marble floor.
You open the door and without even looking at me, turn around and head for the barock armchair in the middle of the room. The hotel room is just sparsely lighted, one light right next to the bed, one floor lamp in the corner of the room, and one light pointing a narrow beam right next to the armchair. The floorlamp throws its light to the ornamental wallpaper, drawing a gold sparkling spot which fades to black. Arriving at the armchair, you turn arround, sink into the chair and you cross your long legs. I just stand there and watch you. Normally I enjoy seeing you like that, the classic stockings, your black heels, pencil dress and classic blouse. Today is different. My eyes scan your body, starting at the heel of your left shoe, following your long left leg which lays on top of your right leg, running over your thigh, the slit in your dress, over your belly just brushing your fantastic breasts and into your eyes. Looking into your eyes, the ambient temperature suddenly drops at least ten degrees.
I close the door and enter the room. Without saying a word , I walk towards your chair and while walking nervously pull out my white shirt, to show my dark-grey coughlinks. It’s a bad habbit when I get nervous- some people play with their necktie others with their lighter - I fiddle my coughlinks. Your eyes stare at the tip of your left shoe. I stop at about one meter from your chair, hoping to make eye contact. But to you the tip of your shoe seems more interesting than seeing me. It can’t have been more than a fraction of a second, but that moment lasted for ages. Universes could have been formed in that fraction of time. I can feel the coldness of an airless universe - much like HAL in Kubriks masterpiece 2001: A Space Odyssey.
The noise of chains releases me from this moment. The self-winding hall clock decided to end this eternity. I walk to the bathroom, flip the old-fashioned switch - way too bright. I noticed the unlit candleleer on entering the room so I walk to the dining tabel, grab the gold plated candeleer and put it onto the edge of the bathtub. In my right hand pocket, I have my lighter, so I light the 5 candles just before turning on the gold plated faucet. The hot water leaving the faucet seems to fight the cold universe, the condensing og the hot water fills the room with hot vapour. Almost like a steam bath. I sit there for a while and watch the water fill the bathtub. Just to be sure I feel the water. I don’t want you to burn yourself. Adding the soap makes the bathtub live, almost organic clouds of foam appear out of nothing. I take the shower hose and hold it parallel to the water. The foam now transforms into a smooth layer. Perfect.
I leave the bathroom and walk over to you. Standing in front of the chair I notice you staring at the clock now. Just one thought occupies my thinking. I sink to my knees onto the hard floor. The palm of my left hand now grabs the backside of your left foot gently and lifts it a bit, so that the weight of your left leg leaves your right leg and wanders into my palm. My right thumb now draws lines onto the top of your left foot. One line after the other, covering the the complete top of your foot. Now the thumb circles the lines just drawn. The right hand grabs your high heel, and removes the black shoe. I put it down next to the chair, making sure to keep this action as smooth as possible, making almost no noise. Now my hands start to massage your toes, the ball of your foot, your ankles. The smooth silk feels like heaven in my hands. Massaging between your toes is a joy. The soft silk doing its job as a sensual lubricant. After massaging your foot extensively, both my hands wander to your calf and circle over and alternating between strong and soft strokes. I stop at your knees, there where the pencil dress forms a natural border to your upper leg. I notice my maleness wanting attention too, but I decide to ignore my needs today. I want to please you.
I lift your left leg and put your foot onto my thigh, so I can reach your right foot. I repeat the process, being carefull to repeat it exactly as I did with your left foot. In the middle of the right-foot procedure I notice you glimpse. I’m not sure why, maybe your left foot feels the movement of my maleness, maybe you just want to find out how I look today. I decide to ignore seeing you glimpse. I decide to finish massaging you, so put the right foot onto my left thigh and run both hands over your calfs feeling you, your legs and the seem in your stockings. Both handed I put your feet onto the floor, stand up in front of you, and reach you my hand.
A reaction: you put your hand on top of mine, stand up, and I guide you to the bathroom. I open the bathroom door and we enter the warm room. You stand in the middle of the bathroom. I look at you for a while, and kiss your neck. You seem tense, so I my hands now gently start to massage your neck, your shoulders, just to loosen you. You seem to enjoy it. After one or two minutes you are relaxed, your arms now hanging beside your body, no crossed arms anymore. I take your hand into mine and bothsidedly unbutton the arm of your blouse. One button after the other I unbutton the rest of your blouse, revealing a shining medium-grey balconet bra. I walk around you and unbutton your dress just before unzipping it and dropping it to the floor. I kneel and neatly put the dress onto a stand, along with your blouse. Kneeling again in front of you, I undo the garter belt, and unroll your stockings to expose the soft flesh of your legs. Still on my knees - and being as gently as possible I remove your panties. And after that your bra, necklace and earrings. You use the palm of my right hand as a support and to help you get into the hot tub.
I must have chosen the temperature right: you sink into the tub after adapting to the hot water for only seconds. Leaving the room. I want you to enjoy your hot tub, and relax. Looking at my watch I decide to return after waiting 6 minutes. I don’t have a clue why I chose six. Your sigh tells my I am doing great. After sitting in the armchair for six minutes, I enter the bathroom again and sit down next to your head. With my bare hands I cast water onto your hair, you feel the warm water running over your head, onto your neck. A bit of shampoo, now my hands start washing your hear, lifting your hair, massaging the shampoo onto your head. Lightly pulling your head back, my fingers running through your hair. Painfully exact, I wash your hair making sure to not miss one strand. Now the shower head lets its water flow, removing all of the soap. I let you enjoy the feeling some more and help you out of the tub. Using a towel I start dabbing the drops off your soft and immaculate skin.
The bathrobe I hand you is warm, you almost vanish in your robe - and the next moment sink you onto the sofa. I go over to the bed and open the drawer containing your purple vibrator, the medium sized one. Coming around behind the sofa, I hand you the vibrator and start massaging your neck again - while watching you use the vibrator. Getting more intense the vibraor does its job perfectly, so you decide to lead me over in front of you. The bathrobe is wide open, your beautiful body enjoying, getting warm, the skin getting sensitive. I stand there and watch. You pull up your legs, but it seems uncomfortale, so I take your feet and place them onto my groin area, naturally opening your legs, comfortably supporting you. The breathing gets faster. How I wish I could just release my cock, watch you use the vibrator, your feet nearby. Maybe even rubbing my cock at your feet while you orgasm. One long orgasm goes through your body in waves. Minutes pass. I get a blanket, cover your body and wait till you fall asleep. Silent.