1. Sorrento: Part 2


    Date: 12/7/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: LadyJaneGrey, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    tried to distract myself by reading, but thoughts of the things that had happened, and imagining the things that might happen, made it impossible. I read the same couple of pages several times over without grasping a single sentence. I tried flicking through a magazine, but the articles dwelling on the excesses of celebrities, and glossy images of women in sexy underwear, just made it worse. It was going to be six hours of agony. I went for a walk. I stopped for coffee and a pastry and then made my way to the boutique where I had bought the dress. I had made up my mind that if I was going to be seen in my underwear by a stranger, then it was going to be the sexiest underwear I could manage. I did not want to use my bank card. That would alert Tom to what I was doing, but I hoped I had enough cash. The sales girl remembered me. I had thought that my limited knowledge of Italian, and her broken English were going to cause problems, but it soon became clear that she thought I was planning a surprise for the husband that bought the dress, and translated my thoughts perfectly, even if the man was not my husband. I ended up with lilac satin panties and bra, trimmed with black lace. They perfectly matched the dress that I thought of wearing, and as I had been encouraged to step into the changing rooms, undress, be properly measured, and try them on, I could attest that they fitted perfectly, and looked adorable. By 2.00pm I had showered, dressed, and spent forever with make up and ...
    hair. I wanted to look perfect. I wore a knee length, sleeveless purple dress and black high heels. I tried hard to hold on to the thought that I looked classy, but being dressed up in the middle of the day made me extremely self conscious. Thankfully the room was towards the back of the hotel and I passed no-one. I arrived exactly on time, feeling nervous and very, very horny. I knocked, but after a few moments of nothing, let myself in. The room was a smallish twin, but furnished in much the same style as the suite that Tom and I occupied. The window opened onto a small, rather dusty courtyard, so the room appeared quite dark, but someone had left fresh flowers on one table which gave it a friendly, homey sort of feel. On a second table stood an ice bucket, a bottle of Prosecco, and some glasses. On the bed lay a black scarf. In the few minutes I had alone, I opened the bottle, downed a full glass of wine and tied the scarf tightly over my eyes. The wine was Dutch courage. I felt less certain why I wanted to be blindfolded, but somewhere in my head I thought, if I did not know who was fucking me, I would not be embarrassed after. I heard the door. I stood by the end of the bed and soon felt the presence of someone standing very close to me. Lips kissed me gently on the mouth. I recognized them; their feel, their taste. I knew it was the same person that had kissed me the past three nights. I felt strangely safe and loved. Hands started to fondle my breasts, very gently and ...
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