One Week For Sir (part 1) by Chrissie

I had finally arrived. The flights had been long, across the country, but now I was here. In town for only a week, the conference lasting two days, I was looking forward to seeing you.

When I found out I was coming you immediately told me where I was to stay, even the room number. Now as I opened up the door and walked into the suite I knew why. Situated on the corner of the hotel it was quite private, almost sound proof to the other rooms, I smiled at the thought.

I walked through the rooms assessing them, very nice indeed, a long deep couch in the living area, a dining table, nice height, kitchen benches mmmm. I moved into the bedroom to see a beautiful four poster king sized bed and a large bay of french doors that opened up to a wrought iron balcony. Stepping out to the balcony it curved out around the corner of the hotel, completely private from other rooms, my smile became a grin. Returning into the room I then went to the ensuite which was in effect still in the bedroom. From the bed you could see the large spa bath and the shower, then around the corner unseen the basin and toilet.

I unpacked my bags and cleaned up the room, I didn't want any mess here when you arrived. I had left the spare key downstairs at reception, just as you had ordered, you would let yourself in. I reapplied my red lipstick then tired after my trip, I laid down on the couch, soon after I was asleep.

Quietly you let yourself in. You thought I would be asleep and you were happy to find me so. After so long you were finally seeing me. You had planned on our first meet being memorable. You came around to the couch, looking down at me, you could see I was in a deep sleep, my chest rising and falling calmly. My hair in a high ponytail, just as you asked and I'm wearing a light red summer dress, nothing remarkable. I am lying on my right side, you can just see the swell of my breasts, the dress which would be just above my knees was showing my thighs but you couldn't see any higher. Tempted to lift my dress you stop yourself, you don't want to wake me yet. Your eyes wonder lower to my toes and you feel a stir looking at the bright red polish on them, glancing at my hands you see the matching red there and then your gaze drifts up higher to look at my neck. Your collar adorns my neck. The last time you had touched it was when you had sent it to me. Smiling you silently go into the bedroom where you unpack what you had brought in your bag. Looking around  everything  is exactly how you want it. You return to me and place a few items quietly on the coffee table, you smile standing above me and now you are ready to wake me up. Continue to Part 2

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