I don’t know whether it was the adrenaline or my extreme state of sexual arousal, but I had terrible trouble finding the hotel!
Even with my sat-nav, I ended up in the wrong hotel; they share the same postcode and are only minutes apart. I sat in the car park of the wrong hotel, M had been texting me as I was driving. I called him yet again, telling him how lost I was. He must have been able to hear the anxiety in my voice; I was breathless, my words coming in short bursts. M spoke slowly and softly to me until I had calmed down, I felt myself being quietened by his voice. I put the phone down to drive out of the car park, only to find that it had a barrier with a keypad. This meant parking up again, and walking into reception to ask for the code. Silently, I thanked god that at least I was fully and almost properly dressed to be out in public. I had considered wearing just my basque, crotchless knickers and stockings to drive in, topped off my new winter coat. I was thankful that I’d changed my mind at the last minute.
Eventually I pulled in at the correct hotel, managing to find a space not too far from the front door, as my high heels are not the most practical of shoes for walking on slippy wet leaves! M was waiting at the entrance to meet me, my anxiety began to melt away when I saw him sauntering to meet me and take my bag. We kissed briefly in the cold damp air, before he ushered me into the welcome warmth. My drink was already waiting for me and I gulped it gratefully, letting the warmth of the vodka spread through me. We chatted, with chairs pulled close together, M stretching out his long legs to touch my stocking-clad ones.
I knew that my stocking tops were showing under the thigh split in my skirt, I hoped that M could see them; he did of course, when he went back to the bar! Whilst M was getting more drinks, I took the opportunity of smoothing my stockings over my legs and adjusting the tops, I was so engrossed in what I was doing, I didn’t notice a man sitting on the other side of the room, taking it all in!
I felt a little brazen as I returned his smile, but it really turned me on knowing he’d been watching me. Just then M returned with more drinks, and I fell back into conversation with him, I watched how his mouth moved when he talked, the eye contact he maintained felt a little overwhelming, but somehow I managed to hold his gaze, well, most of the time anyway.
M suggested that we grab something to eat, I wanted to put my bag away in the room first, and so he gave me the key card for the room. Unfortunately, it was the wrong card, and so I had to come all the way back down to find him! After the whole comedy of errors, I thought we would never be alone in our room, but it wasn’t long until we were in, the door firmly shut behind us, so our adventures in the Holiday Inn could begin...........................................
