Reine’s fingers glided over the textured parchment until it reached hisseal. The letter ‘L’ delicately positioned on a bed of honeysuckle blossom. Reine’s fingers caressed the seal. She knew what she would find inside. Reine’s heart fluttered. She bit down on her lip as she broke open the seal. As expected, Reine found the itinerary.
Zurich June 20th, 2 nights
Kraków July 10th, 3 nights
Berlin September 3rd, 1 night
Tokyo December 15th, 6 nights
New York January 12th, 3 nights
Yours, as always, Lucious
Admiring Lucious’ handwriting, Reine circled Kraków, Berlin, and Tokyo. She signed the paper, ‘Your Queen’, before refolding the parchment. As Reine swung open and ignited her Zippo lighter, a mischievous grin started to grow across her face. She held the wax delicately above the flame, until a thick purple teardrop formed. It was so satisfying to watch the liquid wax splash down onto the parchment drop-by-drop. Reine’s own seal was the letter ‘R’ nestled between two snowball shrubs. She pushed her mark down into the hot wax and immediately, a circular ridge formed and the parchment was sealed. This little ritual had been their way for the past two years. It was their primary means of communication. No email, no SMS, no social media. One letter, twice a year, detailing the cities Lucious was visiting for work. These letters served as the invitation to continue their illicit rendezvouses.
Lucious had seventy-two hours to spend with Reine in Poland. He had opted to stay in a luxury hotel suite. The suite had a large wet room with a grand shower space that covered an entire wall. At the foot of the super king bed was a stand-alone bath tub which was big enough for two people. The open plan suite had its own kitchenette and dining space, which opened out onto a balcony.
After checking in to his hotel, Lucious unpacked and waited patiently for hotel reception call. “Sir, your guest has arrived. Shall we send her up?” Within minutes, there was a knock at Lucious’ door. He peered through the keyhole and their Reine stood. A long mackintosh almost fully covered her tight white blouse. Reine’s pencil skirt clung suggestively to her thighs and ass. Her hair was pulled up high, secured by two long, decorative hair pins. Her high heels caught the hallway lights and shone. Lucious opened the door to let Reine in.
Their first meeting in quite some time. They did not speak. As Reine lent in to kiss Lucious ever so delicately on the cheeks, she blushed. Lucious blushed. As the door swung shut behind her, Lucious grabbed Reine’s waist and pulled her close to him. Their lips locked. A deep kiss that seemed to last an eternity. They surfaced briefly for air before making their way further into the suite.
Reine looked over her shoulder as she dropped her coat to the floor. As she turned to face him, Reine pulled out her hair pins and her glorious locks tumbled down below her shoulders and onto her breasts. Lucious’ passion took hold of him. He lunged forward and ripped open Reine’s blouse. Buttons flew across the room as she gasped in shock. Her delicate lace bra was exposed. It could barely contain her bosom. Reine’s chest heaved with each pant of sexual anticipation. Still no words had been spoken. Lucious grabbed the back of Reine’s neck as he kissed her deeply again. His other hand traced down her chest and stomach until it found the waist line of her skirt.