She was sipping a half pint glass filled with a dark liquid that he assumed was coke, most likely mixed with a spirit of some kind. She didn’t appear to be intoxicated. That was another one of his nightmares to deal with; a drunken girl.
He slipped on to a bar stool next to her without looking at her. The barman approached and rum on the rocks was ordered. The alcohol smoothed his nerves. He took a napkin from the nearest dispenser, took out his pen from the blue suit jacket he wore and scribbled three words. He placed the pen on top of the napkin and passed it in front of the redhead.
She took it, wrote three more words and placed a room key on top. She slid the napkin back to him. The petite girl drained her drink, got up quickly and strolled out the door. He could see through the glass in the door that she was ascending the stairs.
Hello Miss D, Hello Mr M. That’s all that was written. This had all been prearranged online. The key was a small yell lock key tied on to a small plank of wood with the numbers 153 written. Mr M finished his drink, snatched up the key and set off to the room.
He didn’t knock and just walked straight in. The room was by far not the cheapest in the hotel. The wall paper was high quality and the bed was a four poster. There she was lying on her back in the centre of the bed. A light loose night gown was clinging to her petite body and her legs were bare.
Mr M stripped off his blue jacket and placed it over a nearby chair. He pulled off his leather shoes and tucked them neatly to one side. His eyes were fixed on Miss D and she stared back at him. Words didn’t need to be spoken. He took steps towards the bed.
Mr M climbed on to the bed on all fours, stalking his way towards her. He slid his hands around her petite waist, pulling her to him and in one move her smooth legs were wrapped around his body and their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Tongues swirled around their mouths. Mr M’s hands explored Miss D’s delightful body. The night gown was so thin he felt every inch of her body through the material. There was no bra underneath, just a pair of peach knickers.
Her hands fought past the passion of their sexual play. She began to unbutton his white shirt. Once the last button was undone Mr M broke off their passion and he flung off the cotton shirt. She ran her hands up his chest, running a finger around his tattoo.
He took her hands and pinned them above her head and held them there as he devoured her neck with his lips, tongue and teased her nips with his teeth. Miss D let out a groan as she closed her eyes in the pleasure she was receiving.
Mr M worked his way lower down the length of her neck to her shoulders, kissing as he went. He started to rub his crotch between her legs pushing the bulge in his chinos against the peach French cut knickers that she wore. He released her hands and he began to work his was lower, kissing the fabric of her night gown. His tongue left it wet and moist as he worked his mouth lower and lower.