Grabbing the pad from under the phone he scrawled a note for her. From the adjoining living room area he phoned room service and arranged for a simple breakfast to be delivered to her for around nine thirty; a kir royale, a light croissant, and a Viennese pastry with a single red rose. He stepped into the shower closing the door quietly as not to wake her. He turned the shower to a high heat, and sliding off his silk pyjama bottoms, he stepped in, swearing softly at the change from cold to scorching heat.
All thoughts of a shower forgotten now he gripped himself with his left hand, his right hand supporting himself against the wall, his calloused hand sliding up and over his soap coated cock. Gripping tight and rough losing himself in the moment of his memories, eyes glazed over with lust small grunts escaping his lips.
He imagined he was no longer alone in the shower but instead sharing it with her. Her mouth sucking at his neck as she twists his nipple, biting and tearing at his bare skin, his left hand resting on his hip as she takes over stroking and teasing his balls. Her squirting the moisturiser into her hand and rubbing it over his cock jerking him softly as her free hand moves from nipple to his hip, tracing circles on his skin. He mewled as he felt the lubed fingers press against his hole demanding entrance, instinctively leaning forwards against the wall to allow her access to dip deeper.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” He mewled as a finger traced across his prostate, he slumped onto the digit right down to the knuckle driving him to see stars, falling backwards in surprise at the power and intensity of the dry orgasm that surged through him. Rather than the glass shower door he expected to find, on his bare back he felt wet, warm skin, he felt a pair of rock hard nipples brush against him and a set of arms catch him as he slumped.
“My god” he mumbled as he came down from the rush, with her continuing her assault on his limp body plunging her tongue into his mouth and grasping his hardness until he begged for release. He moaned and shook watching her slide from the shower turning with a quick and coy wink as she managed to sway teasingly back to bed.
He moaned again from his come soaked position slumped against the shower wall, finishing the shower he blearily walked back to the bed, not quite sure where the fantasy ended and the physical world began. He dressed slowly in a plain suit, making sure that Stephanie was still asleep. He took a small leather system of straps from a locked box in his suitcase and untangling it and put the harness around his shoulders. Taking the second item from its protective cloth, he readies his L117A2 and prepares to leave stowing his spare magazines in the inside pocket of his leather jacket.
Leaving the hotel he paid the concierge to retrieve his bike from the valet parking and rode into the melee that was rush hour London traffic, stopping not at the medical facility that Stephanie had already seen but instead a small non-descript building in Vauxhall Cross. Presenting ID at the door he was buzzed into a small dark office where he received his orders and a package to deliver to an American business contact at a small hotel in Knightsbridge.
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Stephanie stretched, then turned towards Rob. She scooted towards his scent. A slow smile spread over her. Every moment spent together was wonderful, the sex was amazing but their morning cuddling was her favorite part. She scooted a little closer, her arm slipping beneath his pillow. Would he make the first move or would she? She stretched again, the fog of sleep slowly receding.
As she toweled off she caught her reflection in the mirror. She turned to the side, then to the other side looking at herself. It appeared that she’d lost a bit of weight since she’d been here. Was that even possible? It had only been a week? She turned around to view her backside. Somehow her ass didn’t appear quite as large to her. “Hmm, maybe it’s just my imagination or wishful thinking.” She turned back around. Her tummy definitely appeared a little flatter, more toned than before.
"I didn’t order any room service yet.” She briskly walked to the door, practically flinging it open.
“Enjoy your meal.” The gentleman made a hasty retreat with the cart.
Fear of being caught, fear of what others would think of her, unsure of what she really thought of 'it', curious as to how it would feel, how it would make her feel. She'd never used one, hadn't ever really considered it, until now. She stretched, took a drink of her tea then pushed herself away from the table. She walked back to the table behind the sofa, and opened the lid staring at the contents. Carefully she set the lid on top of the wrapping paper. She reached for the toy. A ten inch hard plastic vibrator that was purple metallic. Her phone buzzed and she dropped the toy instantly. She scrambled back to the table, to grab her phone.
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