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The Hilton, by Patient Bryce (1/3)
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The Hilton
By Patient Bryce
copyright 1993
part 1 of 3
I arrive home from work, tired from a long week. There is a message
from you on my answering machine, instructing me to immediately go to
the Hilton Hotel, give my name at the desk and they will hand me a
room key. I am to go to the room and follow the instructions that you
left there for me...and not to pack anything...I'll understand when I get
there. I arrive at the hotel to find that you have booked a room on the
top floor, overlooking the river, shimmering in the late say sun. On the
dresser is a note from you, instructing me to get undressed, to take a
bath, using only what you have left for me. I'm also instructed to take
my time, to enjoy my bath...relax and unwind...I can turn on the
stereo...but to leave it as it has been set. You have taken care to select
the station and even the volume. The music is low, and soothing. I go
into the bathroom and find that everything has been prepared. There is
a tray with everything I need for my bath-bath oil, shampoo, washcloth,
hairbrush. There is also a bottle of wine chilling next to the tub, with
only one glass, and you have left me the sexiest red nightie for me to
wear. I get undressed, looking at myself in the full length mirror,
cupping my breasts in my hands, fingertips brushing over my nipples,
letting one hand trail down over my belly, brushing against the hair
covering my pussy...while wondering what all you had planned for us. I
pour a glass of wine, sipping it as I enter the tub. The alcohol warming
me inside as the bath warms my outer body. I luxuriate in the hot water,
enjoying the heat and then the sensation of the cooler air as I expose
myself to it. My nipples hard and erect when I raise them out of the
water. I roll over, raising my ass up, tingling from the change in
temperature. Out of the bath I find the thickest towel to dry myself. I
take my time, enjoying the feelings. Finally, I put on the red nightie, and
discover it doesn't even cover me to the bottom of my asscheeks! And
when I walk I can feel the soft, silky material brushing against me.
There is a knock at the door, and I hear a woman's voice calling to me.
Luckily you have left a matching red robe hanging on the back of the
bathroom door. But, it has no belt, no buttons, no snaps...I wrap it
around me and answer the door. The woman announces that she is here
to give me a manicure. She hands me a note, from you, telling me to let
her do my nails, and that you have already picked out the color of
polish...it is as red as the nightie and robe. As my nails are being done I
am very aware of how lightly her hands touch mine. I glance at her and
find her staring at the opening of my robe, which I can't keep closed. I
can feel a slight tremble in her hands. Finally she is done and as she
gathers up her belongings she tells me how nice I look, how lucky
someone is.
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