It always starts with an app like this, short and enigmatic.
Even without seeing who the sender is, I immediately know that it is him.
Unmistakable.
I never know exactly what will happen, but I always know where it will lead.
The tone is compelling, leave me no room.
I have only one choice: ignore or obey.
I feel a rush of excitement, an erotic tension ripple through my stomach.
And I know that I am defenseless.
Hands down.
The first message is usually a place, a time.
Also this time: the name of a hotel in another city.
A small but expensive hotel.
And a time: tonight at exactly eight o'clock.
More clues will follow later today.
Unpredictable for me, but always according to a careful plan.
His plan.
I'm counting the hours until it's time to get there.
Because of course I will.
I'm constantly looking at my phone, waiting for new messages.
Clues, hints.
It remains silent for a long time.
Only when I'm on my way does he text me that a room has been reserved in my name.
I already know he won't be there now.
Too easy.
He's not like that.
But I don't know what to expect.
Half an hour later, at two minutes past eight, I'm in the hotel room.
Empty, as I expected.
On the made bed I see a box with an envelope on top.
With a dashing M written on it.
I open the envelope and read the card.
A moment later I am standing in front of the mirror in the luxurious, half-lit hotel room.
Inside the box, I found there is a delightful erotic lingerie set: the Kleio Open bra by Bordelle, in fiery red, with the matching Open Brief.
A pair of delicate stay-up stockings in a warm skin tone.
A pair of beautiful high heels, in shiny black patent leather, at least ten centimeters high and exactly my size.
I look in the mirror and have to admit: it all fits like a glove.
The underwire and straps of the open bra beautifully frame my soft breasts and the stockings make my legs shine ravishingly.
The provocative open briefs show off my full, creamy buttocks.
The thin stiletto heels of the pumps are so high that I am a bit awkward and shaky on my legs.
The text on the card instructs me to cover my eyes with the leather blindfold, which I also found in the box.
And then sit on the bed and wait.
It doesn't say what to wait for, but I have a hunch...
With a pounding heart I wait for what is to come.
I have no idea how much time passes while I sit there.
Minutes, fifteen minutes?
Even longer?
Then suddenly I hear a noise.
I feel a cool airflow over my naked skin.
The hotel room door?
A smell.
Sweet, warm.
Not his.
I feel tension, confusion.
Who's in the room?
Nearby I hear rustling; I'm nervous, but force myself to stay put.
Play along with the game.
I feel a breath, lips gently caress mine.
They are full, moist, velvety.
Not his.
A woman.
A slender hand takes mine, helping me stand up.
Another kiss, which I answer.
Nimble fingers explore my body.
I stretch out my hands and feel naked skin, supple and smooth.
The curve of a hip.
The fullness of a breast wrapped in delicate fabric.
Her soft hands support my almost naked breasts, lifting them up, lightly kneading them.
She presses a warm, soft body against mine.
Her buttocks are firm, round.
She feels smaller than me, more petite.
She has skilled hands.
A moment later we are lying on the bed together, making love, enjoying each other.
Her hands are everywhere, the blindfold puts me at her mercy, she has the initiative.
Her lips find my nipples, my belly, descending further, find my most sensitive spot.
Next she makes me quiver with pleasure, with her tongue, her fingers, and all I can do is surrender to her.
Suddenly I feel he is there.
Nearby.
I'm sure.
Soft, indefinable sounds.
His smell.
Then I feel his weight on the bed, on my body.
He is hard, angular, strong.
A powerful hand grabs my chest, makes me gasp.
I feel the rougher skin of his cheek against mine.
I feel that he is naked.
And very aroused.
I feel a hand on the back of my knee, my stockinged leg is lifted high.
Slowly but very strongly he takes me.
We make love, intensely, heated.
I see nothing, concentrate on my feeling, my pleasure, his wonderfully hard body, until I feel an explosion inside me.
I'm still catching my breath, thinking about what just happened.
I take off the blindfold and already know that the room will be empty again.
That's how it always goes: unexpected, intense, and short.
I now see the messy bed around me.
One of my stockings has slipped down, a high-heeled shoe is lying by the mirror.
I see something lying on the bedside table.
A picture?
A polaroid.
I see two women on a bed.
I see an unknown young, slender woman, wearing a black bra and suspenders.
She has a beautiful figure, tight tushy, small but firm breasts.
I don't see her face: her blond head disappears between the long legs of the other woman.
The second woman is visibly enjoying the experience: she bends her head backward in ecstasy, and holds her natural breasts with both hands.
She wears fiery red lingerie, stay-up stockings in a warm skin tone, and high heels in shiny black patent leather.
When I turn the photo over I see a telephone number on the back, on the edge below the black square in the middle.
Looks like a woman's handwriting to me.
There is an X underneath: a kiss.
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Imagery: Pleasurements
An Erotic story by M.
