Suite 2010 (2 ladies needed to play)

[Andy Tweed]

Suite 2010 (1 of 2 feminine ladies still needed to play)

I am starting an imaginative roleplay, and being male myself, am seeking 2 feminine women to join.

The roleplay begins in a hotel bar at 7pm on a Friday night when I am away on business. I am out of town for a major corporate conference and my company insists that I have a fantastic suite on Floor 20 to give the right impression. That evening I meet 2 very pretty, feminine, articulate and imaginative women, one who works in the hotel and one who is a conference delegate and works for one of my company's suppliers.

I have no interests that are either nasty nor gruesome. I like gentle, soft, mentally teasing play, tacit understanding, fingertip communication. The hotel has plenty of leisure facilities, not to mention the spa in my suite or its view over the ocean.

Just two ladies needed, I am at the bar just about to order a drink, dressed in my smart suit, 5'11" and slim athletic build in stature, eyes and mind widely alert.....

Touch a chord ?

Tweed

 

[Andy Tweed]

Suite 2010 (conference delegate role assigned)

Glad to say that I anticipate the conference delegate role will shortly be taken, and this leaves just one vacancy for the role of the lady member of hotel staff.... touch a chord anyone ?

 

[cute_girl1]

OOC:

Name: Ashley
five foot two
24 yrs of age


IC:

I had just arrived at the hotel about an hour ago. I had placed my bags in my suite, and took a hot shower and dressed in a white blouse, and black jacket with a skirt that went to my knees. I pull my long blode curly hair loosely back. I put on my black high heels, and quickly applied some make-up. By then it was 7. I walk into the hotel bar and see this good looking guy. I sit down next to him, and order a beer.

 

[Andy Tweed]

The first thing I notice is the delicate scent of femininity, a mix of perhaps damp hair, freshness and just a hint of perfume, and I turn slightly to my left to see a vision of loveliness, easing into the adjacent bar stool, her skirt riding up an inch or two above the knee as she settles into it. I notice immediately a detail which always pleases, that she has perfectly manicured fingers, long and slim with a professional French polish and virtually no jewellery in sight - less is more !

Although I want to run my eyes over her, I don't, rather, I smile with my eyes looking into hers..... 'Hi' I mouth. 'Here for the conference ? I am Tweed, VP Marketing for the company. Perhaps I can order you a drink?'

A little ripple of excitement runs through my cerebral cortex.......

 

[cute_girl1]

I had just sat down and the guy that I know now as Tweed offered to order my a drink. "A beer would be nice" I could tell this man liked to go to the gym, or played sports in his free time.

"I'm Ashley, and a Jr. VP for a supply company."

I smiled at him, even though it was more to myself.

 

[Andy Tweed]

I see a smile that lights up a the face of a beautiful young woman, her skin so fresh, her eyes so bright and delightful lips and teeth that could be used to promote toothpaste. I hold out my hand slowly, offering it for Ashley to shake and she accepts. As her soft skin touches mine, and my right thumb folds across the back of her hand I can't help noticing how satin smooth her skin is, I can't help smiling widely.

'Its nice to meet you Ashley, a real pleasure, you must be the Jr VP for AG Pharmeval Corp, who undertake clinical trials for us, one of our Level 2 suppliers ? I've heard your name but we've not met ...' and only now letting go of the lovely hand I have been shaking.

'I'm so pleased to meet you as I need a clinical trial undertaking next year for one of our most exciting pipeline products, and our usual vendor has no capacity.... we are looking for extra capacity from somewhere, but perhaps we can speak more about it later during the week ?'

As I am talking I can't help noticing how beautiful this young woman is and how she is clearly a very good listener. She gradually has been turning her body in her seat towards me as I spoke, showing that she is giving me her attention and her eyes never leave mine, she doesn't attempt to interrupt, she doesn't look phazed by the information I have given to her, she's good,.... I'm impressed.

When the pretty waitress behind the bar brings our drinks - 2 Buds - and Ashley chats briefly to her, I can't resist just running my eyes slowly over Ashley, and seeing her luxurious curly blonde hair, graceful neck and tiny ears, a classy choice of clothing and smooth legs that appear never to have had a single hair even dare grow upon them, I realize that I have met someone very special and I think to myself how glad that I am that the Conference is a full weekend. And, when that thought is done, I get to her ankles, small and graceful, and well.... her shoe choice is perfect, 3" black heels with an open toes design, showing off what seems to be one pretty, pedicured big toe, polished pink, perfectly rounded, clearly an important part of Ashley's grooming......

I feel a stir in my body and need to re-engage Ashley in conversation... 'Have you plans to either exercise or to eat this evening Ashley ? The Hotel has great facilities, and I planned to do both since I have been preparing for the Conference for weeks, and well.... I am ready ! One night to relax and then into it full swing !'

Expecting the brush off, I guess I'll have to do with a lonely evening as most of the delegates arrive tomorrow.....but then Ashley clears her throat and is about to speak:

 

[cute_girl1]

This man seemed very nice, he talked about the comapny he worked for, and I just listened. Our Buds arrived and I chatted to the waitress about the different aspects of the hotel.

During this time I knew he was looking me up down, I could feel his eyes on me, not that I minded or anything.

Tweed asked if I had any plans tonight. I cleared my throat. "Not really, I was going to order room service, and then maybe go to the pool." The whole her deep blue eyes staring into his.

 

[Andy Tweed]

Mmm, seeing her eyes and being so glad she had left open the possibility of spending a little more time together made me smile.

I paused and thought a little while.....

Turning to her: 'Ashley, I have a wonderful ocean view from my Suite, if you don't think it too forward of me, would you like to have pre-dinner drinks with me, on my balcony, and perhaps look over the menu, perhaps plan a visit to the leisure club ?'

Just then the pretty bartender returned to take another order........

I grabbed my key off the bartop, slid off my stool...... and said to the bartender ..... 'Suite 2010, 15 minutes please, anything the lady orders !'

Catching Ashley's eyes and grinning cheekily, I walked towards the lifts, not having a clue how Ashley would react, but I was enjoying the adrenaline rush.

I reached the lift doors, hopped in and turned as the doors were closing. Ashley and the pretty bartender were chatting animatedly. I pressed button 20.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

Taylor Bailey - Hotel Hostess

I'd ridden the elevator down to the massive bar, almost a little weak in the knees at the speed it drops.

I was straightening my hair in the polished steel when the chime range the door was opening. I stepped to forward to exit just as a tall man who was looking over his shoulder took a step forward and we collided.

Not just the oh-pardon-me sort you can smile and forget. I practically went to the floor except for the quick reactions of an incredibly unforgetable man. The encounter was so abrupt that my long hair ended up caught on one of his cufflinks, and there we were, with him trying to extricate himself from the streams of pale blonde.

Of course I knew who he was. That's my job here, to know and to anticipate the needs of our clients. Mr. Tweedwas with one of the VP's on the Penthouse level, young but moving fast, I'd heard.

Good looking young man. Damn, when did I get so old that these were "young" men anymore? I'm only 34, but sometimes when I look at one of these career stallions, I am amazed how youth makes them even more successful.

As we danced upright together, now face to face, my heels putting me at his height, I saw something besides business burning in his eyes. I'm 5'9" and sometimes height makes men edgy. Didn't seem to bother him when I finally came to my full height gain and smoothed my blouse and skirt.

I began my apology for charging so wrecklessly into him, and yet, somehow I wasn't so sure I'm sorry at all. He quickly dismissed it, says he wasn't paying attention, asked again if I'm injured.

I offered to send a bottle of wine to his room for his trouble, and he gratiously nodded, called another elevator, and I went on my way.

Somehow, I was not surprised to see him looking in my direction when I couldn't help myself but turn to look at him again before I stepped up into my office, feeling just a little breathless. What a way to end my day... I log into my PC and check my email, order the wine for Mr. Tweed, and log out.

 

[Andy Tweed]

As my finger hit the control panel, button 20 I collided backwards with someone... someone of a lot smaller body mass than I, and I sent her flying. With one hand on the lift door to stop it closing and the other struggling to pick up a delightfully appealing young woman in her 30's, whom I have virtually knocked over, my right cufflink became tangled in her hair.

I soon recognized the Hotel Hostess badge and started to protest at her apologies, noting that it had been me proceeding backwards into the lift. My apologies fell on deaf ears, she would have none of it.... she clealy understood customer service.

We made our way out of the lift into the lobby in order to finally untangle her hair, I found myself in no hurry, just holding my right arm up for her at a sensible height. I watched the concentration on her tilted face as her fingertips worked on her hair, her nails perfectly polished, in black.

I wouldn't hear her protests, and had to accept an offer of a complimentary bottle of wine, this evening was turning out very well indeed I thought. I mentioned my name, though she seemd to know whom I was, and she certainly knew my room number. I watched her head towards her office. She was about 5'9 and with pretty looking heels, she was my equal. Her uniform was demure and accentuated her femininity, I couldn't stop loking in her direction. I saw her step into an office, as I called the lift.

When it came, I didn't get in.

I walked over to her office and knocked on the door.

 

[cute_girl1]

Tweed invited me to his room for pre-dinner drinks, I accepted of course. He then told the women at the bar to have whatever I oder be delivered to his room. I told the women two strawberry daiquiris, and also two buds.

I then procecced to the elevator and first went to floor 21 to my suite, where I changed into a black dress to my knees, it it was spagitti strap, along with the black heels I had worn earlier.

I instead of taking the elvator one floor I down I went to the stairs. When I got to suite 2010, ten minutes later there was no answer I deciede to wait for a few moments.

 

[Andy Tweed]

As I wait for the door to be answered, I see Ashley heading for the lift, get into it and disappear, she doesn't see me. I wait a little longer for Taylor Bayley to open the door, guess she is on the phone and realize I need to get back to my room.

Taking an alternative lift, I reach my room, open the door and am glad the maid has tidied it up, put my suitcase away. Throwing my suit into its travelling case and my clothes into a laundry bag, I run to the bathroom, start the jacuzzi running and have a shower, washing thoroughly and shaving my scrotum for comfort. Its luxurious and I linger. I turn off the jacuzzi when I see it full.

Having dried, I put on some casual slacks, and a polo shirt with a blue blazer, comb my hair, add cologne and am ready, I walk to the door and look through the spy hole... and Ashley is waiting, looking down the hall.

I open the door in some trepidation. 'Hi Ashley' I stand back and usher her in. As she walks past me exclaiming how huge the suite is, I see she has changed her blouse and skirt for a lovely dress, just above the knees, which shows off her figure perfectly and emphasizes her skin tone.

I leave the door just ajar for the room service and I walk her to the balcony. Standing next to her, she takes in the 180 degree view, speechless. Right next to her now, she smells delicious. I offer her a seat on the couch in the middle of the balcony. I sit down next to her. I smile.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

A knock...

I heard him knock on my office door, but I thought it would be just a little too quick if I answered. I don't mind being forward, but I do like a little chase, as well.

The wine room buzzed me to say my selection was not available. I made another choice from memory and asked that it be brought to my office instead of being delivered to the client's room. If he was interested in knocking on doors, I thought perhaps I'd try the other direction and see what happened.

The hotel doesn't pay me to directly entertain our clients, but it's had no issue with me entertaining those I find... interesting.

Usually, though, these are men who are just happy to have escaped the doldrums of their home lives and offices, excited to see a new face showing interest in them, and are perfectly content to share a bottle of wine for an evening with no further expectations.

And then there were the younger men... those who didn't turn away when I caught them staring at my short skirts, looking down into my cleavage. Those who would flirt beyond passive innuendo. Men with hard bodies and...

A knock on my door, this time sharp and business-like, interrupted my thoughts. I acccepted the wine, a lovely bordeaux from France. Rich and with a dark undertone that matched my personality quite well, if one could draw such an analogy.

I took the bottle, not needing an opener or glasses as these would be in his penthouse. I stopped first to brush the tangles out of my waist-length hair, mussed from our collision, and touched up my lipstick. People often mistook the black suits and nail polish as a semi-gothe look, which it was not. I just look good in black and gold - one tiny chain around my neck is all I wore, but enough to sparkle. I changed medallions frequently, but the chain was always there.

I took my passkey and went to the elevators, and to the 20th floor. Two suites here. One left, one right, each taking half of this wing of the tower.

When I arrived, the room service delivery was just leaving, and he left the door open for me. I knocked, then pushed the door open slightly.

Across the room were both Mr. Tweed (I have to be asked to address a client by his first name), and a young woman I'd seen in the bar - another conference attendee.

She had on a black dress - that had changed - and yet they were still ... apart. I saw attraction, but I did not see fire.

"Mr. Tweed," I said, entering on into the room. "May I present a bottle of wine for your dinner?"

His eyes caught mine. Dropped slightly to my chest then immediately back up.

Most graciously, he came to accept the bottle, but I insisted I open it for him. I made my way into the kitchen area, opened the second drawer from the right, and picked up the corkscrew without even looking down for it. I cut the foil, screwed in the spiral corkscrew, and easily pulled out the cork, which I presented for his inspection, since he'd come to stand near me. He nodded and gave a smile. I reached for the glasses in the cupboard right above me, took out two, and sat them beside the bottle.

"This should be ready in about five minutes, Mr. Tweed. Is there anything else I might do for you?"

The smile got larger, and slightly lop-sided. "Not at the moment," he said.

I pulled a business card from my blazer pocket and sat it on the counter, away from the wine. "If you need anything," I said, and left it at that, with a matching smile.

"Good evening, Ma'am," I said as I went to the door and let myself out.

I figured I'd be back, sooner or later.

 

[cute_girl1]

Ashley

Just as Tweed showed me to the balcony, our drink arrived. The view was breath taking. The only thing one could see from my balcony was the pool below.

Tweed offers me a seat on the couch. I smile back at him. "I wish my company got my a suite like this, not that I am complaining about mine. I got a great view of the pool. And on my balcony is a table and two chairs." I laugh a little.

Then another knock on the door. This time it was a women she looked just a little older than myself with a bottle of wine. Tweed gets up and follows her into the kitchen area of the suite. He returns a few minutes later with two glass of wine. Boy tonight I am going to have fun, and liquored up I thought. I finished up my strawberry daiquiri, and started sipping the wine...

 

[Andy Tweed]

Barely had I sat down with the deliciously-scented Ashley when the room service calls. The food trolley is fairly small so I realize that Ashley must have been sincere in planning to exercise later - there are no steaks under the silverware on the trolley, maybe just the delicate canapes I anticipate.

Ashley comes over to look at the food, standing right next to me, drink in hand, and as she investigates the food, her hand touches my forearm to draw attention to this or that, in a relaxed, alluring way.

Next through the door is Taylor, with her bright smile and very large, sexy bright eyes. She leads me into the kitchen, showing her confidence and as she grips the bottle to uncork it, I can't help but think she is making one or two little noises, exhalations of breath that are suggestive... I don't offer any help, I smile, watch, and enjoy her little performance. I can't take my eyes off her fingers.

Of course, in my head and in my briefs there is quite a whirlwind going on. I find I am wholly attracted to Ashley and her taught young body, her girlish giggling, and yet with Taylor, being perhaps 10 years older, there is a sense of danger, of power, that self-assurance that she has, which is intoxicating. I watch Taylor's legs and heels as she lets herself out, enjoying the view a lot, and not hiding it either. I feel, ambivalently, that I am spoilt for choice, something beautiful might yet happen with either woman, yet amazingly, perhaps, just perhaps it might be with both, and if with both, might it be separately...... or together ?

Back in the lounge, I pour wine for Ashley and myself, we are standing close together and clink glasses. Sipping our drinks, not saying anything, just anticipating and smiling broadly, all the time looking into one another's eyes, though she with her pretty head tilted back since she is 5'2" and I 5'11". I take in her soft skin once more, imagining my lips running over her neck, I know that I am very interested.

I walk back to the kitchen to collect the wine bottle, and notice that before she left, Taylor offered me her card, it's on the breakfast bar. I hear Ashley walk off to the bathroom, so I grab my cellphone, sneak into the kitchen and SMS Taylor: 'Gr8 Bordeaux ! Dark, mellow, alluring, like you ! Drinks when you are free ? (or ! if prefer)'

Having sent this to Taylor and knowing that she might now return this evening, I turn to walk back to Ashley, stumbling across her discarded heels on the floor, its not immediately evident where she is. I pick them up, marvelling at how small they are, how pretty too. Setting them neatly by the couch, I put on some soft music, fill up my glass and begin to wander casually through the Suite, to see where Ashley may have got to..... is this a little game of 'hide & seek' ?

 

[WindDancerBlue]

I had made my way to the elevator and was waiting when the phone vibrated in my pocket.

'Gr8 Bordeaux ! Dark, mellow, alluring, like you ! Drinks when you are free ? (or ! if prefer)'


Oh, Andy... a woman in your suite and you want another? I said to myself, laughing mostly at my mental use of his first name. You'll be late for your first conference meeting in the morning - you should be careful what you wish for.

Dark, alluring.

In comparison to your bright and lively companion, perhaps.

The doors to the lift open and I step inside, replying to the text message: My favorite as it teases the senses delicately, yet bold. However, it is not I who is not "free" but by all means (!).

I hit the send button when the doors opened back in the lobby. Then I logged off the computer system - we all wear ID badges with sensors that track our locations within the hotel complex - and then went back to the elevators to the 13th floor where some of the administration staff is leased suites. It's a damned sweet perk that goes with seniority, and I've earned it, I think.

In my suite, I shrugged out of my blazer and hung it up, then unbuttoned my blouse, enjoying the rush of cool air against my skin. I unzipped and slid my skirt down over my hips and stepped out of it, followed by the garter and hose. (How do women wear pantyhose, I chided....)

In just my panties and bra, both a lacey pale pink, I brushed out my hair, put it into a loose braid and wrapped it into a bun so I could take a quick cool shower. The soap I poured onto the sponge was barely scented like vanilla and a hint of peaches. Like my jewelry, if noticed at all, I wanted it to be something someone had to get close to take in, not be overwhelming from a room away.

I dried on oversized blue towels, hotel colors, not my own choosing. A downside to having a corporate apartment is the lack of personalization. I had replaced the one major piece of art in the living room with a Niska. It wasn't particularly a match for the overall decor, but I did not care. I'd finally bribed the housekeeping staff to quit leaving flowers in my suite, begging allergies as the cause.

I wrapped in a heavy robe and let down the bun though I left the braid. I grabbed a book, turned on the stereo, and stretched out on the sofa.

 

[cute_girl1]

Ashley had sliped her heels off. They were killing my feet. Tweed w as still gone. I went to the bathroom, to freshen up. I walked out of the rest room and Tweed was still in the kitchen.

I no longer wanted to stay on the balcony. I decieded to stay in the suite and to to the 'living room area' of the suite. It was much warmer inside.

I contiuned to sip on the wine, I was getting ready to go look for Tweed, to get some more wine, before I heard his foot steps.

I didn't want to start eating without him, that would be rude of me, but I was sort of getting hungry seeing as that I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning.

I finished the rest of my wine, and started on the beer that I ordered from the bar, I had brought with me...

 

[Andy Tweed]

Amost immediately an SMS comes back on my phone from Taylor, and I sense her interest confirmed. I feel my blood racing and want to respond, but yet want to devote time to lovely Ashley. Knocking off predictive text, which always seems so likely to confuse the simplest of meanings, I thumb in return: 'Realize your SMS invites me to be demanding, notes your interest in teasing, constitutes an expression of interest, a willingness to give ?' Putting my phone into my pocket, I look around.

Picking up the wine in one hand I come across Ashley in the lounge, having taken quite a trip around the Suite, the balcony, spa, bedroom and hall, and find her her, her bare feet curled up underneath her, sitting in the middle of the sofa. She is swigging her beer and looks good enough to cheer my week.

'Oh, there you are' grinning, I say. I pick up a tray of canapes from the tolley and wander toward Ashley, enjoying the way she looks, the way she illuminates the Suite, very much.

I approach the sofa slowly, confidently, wanting to illustate my own confidence, and to hide my excitement which is modest, but surely noticeable if anyone were to look me in the midrift, I prefer to sit down on the floor, my left arm draped over the sofa, whilst I put the canapes down on the sofa cushion between Ashley and I. Knowing that we all like 18 inches of personal space between us to feel comfortable, and judging that the look, the giggles and the smiles that I have seen in Ashley's face, the touching of the forearm, (not to mention her very presence in my Suite) indicate a certain interest in me, I purposely sit only 9 inches from her knee, with the edge of her dress resting upon the upper surface of it, to see what happens. I grab my drink and say 'Cheers Ashley, here's to a good conference, to new friends, to special times'.

Ashley smiles back beautifully, clinks glasses again - becoming quite a habit between us now. With a perfectly manicured right hand, she plucks a first canape from the tray and bites into the salmon and fresh cream cheese with a little parsley on it. My mouth waters, and I am hungry !

I don't say anything, rather I just enjoy the 'frisson' between us. A minute or so later I pick up a second and offer it to her to bite, which she does, the corners of her mouth touching my thumb and forefinger, slowly, I'm sure she is unhurried, leaving a portion in my fingers, which I then put in my own mouth. Having made this breakthrough in personal space, I lean back against the base of the sofa, using the opportunity as it arises to re-arrange my briefs which are proving somewhat restricting, but which are currently out of Ashley's view as they are below her sightline (all men will know exactly what I mean here !).

Then, becoming a little bolder, as she re-arranges her own body by stretching out her legs in front of her, whereas she had been sitting on them, I slowly caress her right leg, starting from the top of her right foot, of course noticing her exemplary, deliciously pedicured and pink-polished toes, using three fingers, to run up to her ankle, and around it, as if following the pattern of an imaginary anklet, just watching my hand, not really expecting her to recoil, but being ready in case I have read the signs incorrectly.

I avoid loking at Ashley, but I sense that her body imperceptibly edges forward, improving its availability for me, her dress hem rising two or three inches, so, still watching my fingers rather than her face, I flatten my hand to bring the palm into contact with her lower calf and run it up towards her knee. I am unsure whether she shaves or depilates... or is just incredibly feminine, as there is no hint of spikiness, touching her really is a delight.

As my hand reaches her knee, I turn to look at her and see that her eyes are closed and her arms above her head, her hands clasped, she is somewhere else mentally - either with enjoyment or some very tricky problem, I certainly hope it's the first. So I speak to her:

'Ashley,.... Ashley you are a delight ! Your femininity excites me very, very much' and with that, she opens her eyes and mouths 'thank you'. My confidence raised, I reach up, whilst looking into her eyes and start to fiddle with the right hand spaghetti strap of her little black dress... our eyes connecting, our smiles mirroring. She puts the bottle of beer to her mouth and swigs,then closes her eyes, grinning, and I see her pretty white upper teeth bite down gently on her lower lip.

 

[cute_girl1]

Ashley

Tweed had finally entered the lounge area, where I had was sitting. He sits on the floor, he puts the canapes in between us on the soffa. He raises his glass "cheers" rings throughout the suite. I click my beer bottle to his wine glass, now starting to become a fairly common habit of ours.

A few seconds later I pick up a canape and bite into it. A few more moments pass and Tweed picks one up and offers it to my mouth, I take a bite, leaving some still in his hands, and puts the rest in his mouth.

As I put my legs in front of me, Tweed starts to rub them. I can sense that he is enjoying himself, and I enjoy his touch. He gets up to me knee and says 'Ashley,.... Ashley you are a delight ! Your femininity excites me very, very much' I mouth thank you to him. and return to my own pleasure filled world.

I can't really believe what is happening. I mean I only meet him a couple of hours of ago. But I am attracted to him. His hand continued to move up my legs some more.

 

[Andy Tweed]

I run my fingers along the spaghetti strap across Ashley's right shoulder enjoying the sensuality of this moment. I hook my right index finger underneath it and ease it to her right, over her shoulder and let it hang loosely. Ashley's eyes remain closed.

I adjust my position and take Ashley's feet and place them on my left thigh, as I am still sitting on the floor against the sofa, her feet are 10 inches apart, so her right foot is close to my groin. Looking down at her pretty toes, which look beautiful, even good enough to kiss, I caress them, once or twice pushing my index finger in between her big and second toes. She's giggling.

Leaning in, I have her knee just a few inches from my mouth, so I kiss it with my lips, then gently bite, and her skin is taught. Leaning left I kiss the lowest part of her outer right thigh, and with my nose, push the hem of her dress up further, gently making it retreat to mid-thigh. My right hand moves to her left thigh, rubbing the top surface with the full palm, so that my kisses on her right thigh and touch of my right hand on her left thigh are level. Her skin is luxurious, she seems so content to be pampered like this.

I reach up and touch her left shoulder, caressing across it, under her chin, back across her shoulder, folding my index finger under her left spaghetti dress strap. Ashley involuntarily moves her left shoulder forward, and moves her hands to her lap, establishing some slack in the strap, which I ease over her shoulder, her eyes opening just a little, I see a grin on her face. She leans forward, which brings her breasts close into view, their shape under her dress looks to be beautiful. Her left hand touches my cheek and she kisses my forehead. My right hand plays with her toes.

I speak to her quietly: 'I am enjoying my pre-dinner drinks Ashley, arn't you ?'

 

[cute_girl1]

Tweed asked her if she was enjoying pre-dinner drinks "yes" I wispered. I lifted his head and started to kiss his lips, not long passonate kisses, just soft and sweat.

Tweed keeps moving his fingers over my shoulders. One of my straps eventually falls.

 

[Andy Tweed]

Ashley leans forward, down from my forehead, more or less offering me a view between her breasts, which are creamy white, incredibly beautiful, perfect, I can see their full shape, and my appetite grows.

Her lips move to mine and she touches my mouth first with her upper lip, then lower and now both. I respond by biting gently, very subtley and touching her lips with my tongue, my right hand still touching her toes on her left foot, tickling.

Standing up and pulling Ashley to me, stooping a little, I bring my head to her bosom, inhaling, feeling the curvature of her womanhood through her dress and feeling her wrap her arms around my head. My arms encircle her and I feel her responding, moving closely towards me. I wonder how the dress comes apart. This feels so good Ashley.

In my pocket, I feel my phone vibrate.

 

[cute_girl1]

I wrapped my arms around Tweed's neck. We kiss longer. I start to unbutton the top button of his shirt and inch the balazer off him.

All of a sudden I feel something viberate, and could tell it was coming for his pants, I pull away not knowing what to think, while thinking all the worse.

 

[WindDancerBlue]

'Realize your SMS invites me to be demanding, notes your interest in teasing, constitutes an expression of interest, a willingness to give ? '

A man of extraordinary complexity and innuendo.

I replied... "!!"

Send.

 

[Andy Tweed]

Ashley's pretty fingers start to undo my shirt and I ease the tails out of my trousers. Her mouth is sweet and fresh and she communicates her willingness. When I feel the SMS come through I am too committed to Ashley and I ignore, telling her it is my phone, probably Taylor from the Hotel service, I might deal with it later.

I break off to kiss her neck, nibble each earlobe, visually take in her skin, each little freckle and mole. Looking along the line of her dress, I walk behind Ashley to find her poppers, and start to pop them, and when I am down to the small of her back, I ease the dress over her shoulders, onto her hips and turn her around. She's a delight. I kneel and bring my face to her belly, and feel her hands running through my hair, pulling my mouth to her left breast.