I had the pleasure recently of being booked by a Scottish couple who were staying in London on a short break. They had travelled down to London on the train and were staying in a motel near to Kings Cross. They had their long weekend all planned including visits to various museums, riding on the London eye, enjoying the waxworks at Madame Tussauds seeing Piccadilly Circus and strolling along the embankment. One thing they had also planned was to meet up with another couple they had met on holiday the year before.
The couple were actively involved in the swinging lifestyle and had holidayed in the hedonism resort in Jamaica. They had met an English couple whilst there and swapped numbers. During their stay in London they had planned to hook up with the other couple for some fun together but were disappointed when they couldn’t contact them. So as not to miss out on an exciting evening with company entirely they contacted our agency and asked to book some time with me. I eagerly agreed.
I was the first to arrive in the hotel bar. I looked around to see if any of the couples in the room were likely to be my companions. I hoped not. I had just ordered a drink when a well dressed couple in their forties stood in the doorway to the bar looking around. I caught their gaze and was greeted with a warm smile from both of them. The lady led her partner over to me saying ‘ Summer?’ I nodded in confirmation and she introduced herself as Margaret and he husband as Sandy. We kissed European style and they sat down and ordered their drinks. I took a sip of my own drink as I felt them appraising me. I had chosen to wear a slim fitting black dress which was fairly low cut and showed off my naturally large bust to perfection. I teamed this with a pair of suede black heels and lots of chunky jewellery.
I looked up over my drink and my eyes met Margaret’s. She smiled happily and seemed to be nodding her approval to her husband. She leaned into me and patted my knee, ‘I think we will have a wonderful evening together, don’t you Sandy?’ To which Sandy nodded obediently. Drinks dispensed with, Margaret left orders with the barman to bring two bottles of white wine to their room before walking briskly in the direction of the lifts.
Their room was clean, comfortable and dominated by a huge bed. There was a TV in the room, coffee making facilities and a small en-suite shower room. All in all, there was everything we needed to hand. Margaret was just showing me their array of adult toys when there came a knock at the door. It was the wine. Sandy carefully placed the tray on the small dressing table and tipped the busboy. He then turned and poured us each a glass holding his high in the air and exclaiming ‘cheers!’
Hours later we sat together on the large sofas, our slightly flushed faces aglow and the now empty bottles of wine still standing on the dressing table. Our time together had certainly been enjoyable and it seemed that Margaret and Sandy thought so too as Sandy broke the silence by saying ‘I’m glad Ali and Dave were out.’
Note: This story is fictional and does not represent the identity or actions of any real people.
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