It was a Friday night, and as he walked into the bar at the hotel, the place was already crowded and noisy. He was in his mid-30's, wearing business attire, and his eyes scanned the room in the manner of a man who was searching for something specific, but wasn't quite sure what it would look like.
She was an attractive brunette, apparently about the same age, wearing a short black cocktail dress. As she sat at the bar, she played with her straight shoulder-length hair and fidgeted with the flower pinned in it. She seemed be waiting for someone, or perhaps for something.
He approached her and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted. As they talked, he noticed her subtle but intriguing perfume, one he had never encountered before. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"You could say that," she replied, and waited for him to catch her true meaning. "How about an appetizer?"
"Let's get a booth where it's quieter," he suggested.
"Non-smoking," she told him. The waitress led them to a corner of the room and they sat down. "Why do you think so many women smoke?" she asked.
He thought for a moment. "Perhaps they do it to attract men. The sexual parallels are pretty suggestive: the shape, the constant fingering, the contact with the lips."
"Interesting theory," she replied, taking a thick pretzel stick from the bowl on their table. Her fingers stroked it a moment, then plunged it into her mouth and gently twirled it. He watched intently as her tongue worked over it. "I like to suck the salt off," she said simply, then opened her menu.
They ordered a light snack and filled the time with small talk - very small talk - while waiting for the food. Then she abruptly asked, "Do you like women?"
"Yes, very much," he replied, a bit startled.
"Then let me give you a hint," she told him. "You'll have better luck without that ring."
He blushed and put his wedding ring in his wallet. "Do you wear a ring?" he asked.
"Not tonight," she replied.
The food arrived, they ate, and the check came. When he excused himself to go to the washroom, she slipped something under the check and walked away. When he returned, she had vanished. He picked up the check and found a room key under it, but was puzzled to smell something familiar. He sniffed the air and looked around, then finally brought the key to his nose. It was her perfume. He grinned, left money to cover the meal and a generous tip, and walked purposefully out of the bar.
He found the room and knocked. There was no answer, so he let himself in. She was sitting on the bed, still wearing the black dress, but just finishing taking off her shoes and nylons. "Come in and make yourself comfortable," she told him. He removed his shoes and socks. "I said comfortable," she scolded, removing his jacket, loosening his tie, and unbuttoning his collar. Then she indicated the flower in her hair. "Unclip this for me." He did, and she shook her head, letting her silky hair swing freely.
"I didn't catch you name," he said. "Mine is ..."
She put her hand to his lips to stop him. "No names. I like it better without them."
He looked around. "Nice room. You've even got a whirlpool."
"I like to enjoy life's pleasures."
"Including the sensual ones?"
"Especially the sensual ones," she declared. "I'm a very sensual woman."
"I can be a pretty sensual man."
"I'm counting on that."
"I see you've already got the whirlpool full. It looks big enough for two," he observed.
"That's what they claimed when I reserved the room."
"Maybe later we can see if it really is."
She picked up a pitcher of ice water and two large glasses, sauntered over to the tub, and sat on the edge. "Why wait till later?" He stood staring at her, expectantly, as she filled the glasses and set them on a shelf within easy reach. "This will be a lot more fun if we both get in," she told him, and swung her bare legs into the water.
He pulled his wallet and keys out of his pocket, tossed them on the night-stand, and crossed the room to sit next to her, his bare feet still on the floor. "Are you going change?" he asked anxiously.
"Why? Is there something wrong with my dress?"
"No, no, not at all. You look very sexy in it," he quickly clarified. "I just wasn't sure if you were supposed to wear it in the water."
She shrugged. "Probably not, but I'm going to anyway."
Their eyes met. "There are lots of things we're not supposed to do." She dipped her hands in the tub and began splashing water over her arms, but her aim was careless and most of the water fell onto her dress. "You going to get wet with me, or what?"
He swung his feet into the tub, soaking the bottom of his trousers.
"You've got to get wetter than that," she said, taking hold of his collar and dumping her entire drink into his shirt. It ran down his chest and into his pants, leaving a wide dark trail of wetness.
"Oh, that's cold," he said. "But I must admit, it really stimulates the nerve endings."
"Sounds like something I'd enjoy, too," she said. "Don't hog all the fun."
She handed him the other glass. With one hand he poured it slowly into the front of her dress, rubbing it in with the other hand as the shiny dark spot crept across her breasts, down her belly, and into her lap. "I love it," she said, and handed him the pitcher. "More." He poured the remaining contents onto her, being careful to drench the entire front of her dress. Her nipples had hardened and she moaned a little as the icy water collected in her lap, then she slid gradually down into the tub until the hot water reached her neck.
He just sat gazing at her. She looked up at him, took a breath, dunked her head under, then stood up next to him. Her hair was plastered to her head, her arms and legs glistened, and her short, thin, soaked black dress clung tightly, conforming to the curves of her body and to the outlines of her equally wet underwear.
"Do you like this?" she asked, and he stood up, grabbed her in a tight embrace, and kissed her passionately. She pulled him down into the water, drenching the rest of his suit, and they fondled and groped each other wildly. Before long they started shedding their clothes and were soon naked.
"I want you," she said. "I want you right now, in bed."
They stepped out of the whirlpool and hurriedly jumped on the mattress, still dripping wet. He started to get out a condom, but she interrupted him impatiently. "No, don't stop for that, I said I want you right now." She pulled him on top of her. "There's an emptiness within me, and I want you to come and fill it." Fully aroused, he accepted the invitation. "That's it, deeper, don't stop. I want to feel your volcano erupt inside me." It soon did. "Now use your tongue. Eat me." She pushed his head between her legs, and he licked and sucked her until she stiffened and shook in a powerful climax. "Oh, that's the best I've had in months," she sighed. They both fell asleep, spent.
In the morning they awoke late. She got up and did a reverse strip-tease, putting on sheer white panties and bra, then a short white nightgown, and finally a white satin robe.
He got up and said he wanted to take a shower. "Then I'll join you" she said, and got in with him, not stopping to take anything off. After scrubbing his nude body clean, she dropped to her knees and began kissing and tonguing him. He soon got very hot and pulled off all her wet clothes, but then she stopped him.
"Save that for later," she said. "I want some breakfast first."
He toweled her off and she dressed in a business suit: white lacy underpants and bra, panty-hose, white half-slip, white long-sleeved blouse, red skirt, red jacket, and red shoes.
"Do you have any dry clothes?" she asked.
"Yes, but they're in my car." She picked up his keys and walked to the door. He handed her a parking receipt and described the car. In a few minutes she returned with a small suitcase, and he dressed quickly.
They went down to the hotel dining room. As they entered she said, "There's something I want you to know."
"What's that?"
"There's a big hole in my pantihose."
"Where?"
"Where you can't see it."
"How did that happen?" he asked.
"I put it there. In case we need it later. There's a little hole in my panties, too. If it isn't big enough, you can always enlarge it somehow. I just wanted you to be thinking about that while we eat. I know I will be."
They ordered, and their food arrived. He was impatient to finish the meal, but she ate slowly, savouring each bite and making eyes at him.
They finally completed their breakfast, and she told him to wait 15 minutes before returning to her room. He tried to read a magazine in the lobby but couldn't concentrate. When he rejoined her in the room, he asked the reason for the wait. "It was just enough time to refill the whirlpool with fresh hot water. Why don't you go check the temperature?"
"Why don't we both check it?" he growled, picking her up brusquely and carrying her over to it.
"You're not going to dunk me like this, in my nice suit, are you?" she asked.
"You bet I am."
"I thought you might," she said with a smirk. "Do it slowly, so I can tell you all about how it feels."
He stepped into the tub still carrying her, then lowered her ever so gradually into the hot water. Her shoes and nylons, her skirt, half-slip, and panties, her jacket and blouse, and her bra; each was drenched in turn. The jacket and skirt turned a rich, dark maroon, and the white blouse became as revealing as they both expected. As each part of her clothing became soaked, she kept her promise and described all the hot, clinging sensations as precisely as she could.
When they were both thoroughly soaked and sitting down in the water, she opened his pants and reached though the fly of his boxers. What she was looking for popped out with no further prompting.
"Take me, right here," she demanded, and kneeled over him. He reached up inside her skirt, enlarged the gap in her pantihose, found the hole in her panties, and tore them open. She lowered herself onto him and squeezed him rhythmically, while his hands caressed her breasts through her transparent blouse and bra. The moaning resumed and soon reached a crescendo.
After they were both fully satisfied, they wordlessly stripped and dried off, put on dry clothes, and packed their bags. As they were leaving the room, she said, "You know, I've never done anything like this before."
"It was my first time, too," he replied.
"Did you have fun?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," he said. "It was wonderful. I just hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did."
She snickered. "It was just what I needed. The smartest thing you've ever done was to offer me that drink last night."
He took her into his arms and looked at her intensely. "No, the smartest thing I've ever done was ten years ago this week, when I took your hand and said 'I do.' I love you even more now than I did then. Honey, this is absolutely the nicest anniversary present you've ever given me. Thank you."
"You're welcome; I had a ball, too. Come on, we told the baby-sitter we'd be back by noon."
They kissed once more, tenderly, and walked away hand-in-hand.