After a long day making business deals to sell the latest in sex toy technology, Ria just wants to unwind. She heads to the bar for a drink and meets Natalie, a gorgeous red-head relaxing after a day of sales of her own.
A few glasses of wine and Ria invites Natalie up to her room to sample all that modern technology has to offer …
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“So what brings you here? Business? Pleasure?” I asked, raising my eyebrow suggestively as I finished the question.
“Hopefully both,” she said, and it was only then that I even noticed that she was wearing glasses, such was her hypnotic beauty. She removed them from her eyes and started to nibble on the ear rests, awaiting my next move. Seducing her felt like a game of sexual chess, and she was the world champion. Even with my usual prowess in this area it was a daunting task, but I had my eyes set on her. I wanted her, and something about her demeanor told me she wanted me too. I considered my next move while I took another sip of wine from my glass, allowing the warm flavor of cherries and black pepper to slide down my throat.
“Okay,” I said, trying to figure her out, “What line of business are you in?”
“Sales,” she said bluntly, but I remained silent, forcing her to continue, “I work for a cosmetics company. I’m here to secure some new contracts for my business. Your turn.”
“Me too,” I said with a mock suspicious smile, but then I realized this wasn’t the most alluring conversation, “So, how do you like the hotel?”
“It’s gorgeous, apart from the view,” she complained with frustrated shrug, “I’ve got a great view of the car park!”
“Really? I’ve got a superb view of the ocean,” I said, instantly spotting my opportunity to strike. I realized we had already finished our glasses of wine, so I poured a second.
“I love the water, the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach…” she said with a reminiscent look in her eyes.
“You know, if you want I could show you?” I offered nervously, fearing that I had single-handedly destroyed the moment. She smiled again, seeing straight through my facade, but I kept it up regardless.
“That would be nice,” she said, taking a large gulp of wine from her glass. I watched her lips wrapping around the rim as the dark red liquid poured into her mouth, followed by a single solitary drip down the side as she placed it back down on the table. Then, to my surprise I felt something brushing over my leg. I didn’t need to look down to see what it was – when I saw the naughty grin on her face; I knew it was her foot. She glided it softly up the inside of my right leg, pressing her toes into my stockings and pushing my legs apart slightly. I started to tremble slightly as she ran her toes up and down my shin, making firmer contact with each stroke that she made. I signaled my approval with a satisfied smile, staring in to her eyes as she glared right back. My clitoris was tingling even more prominently and my labia were becoming quite moist, and after a minute or two of enjoying her game of footsie, I decided to step it up a little. I reached down under the table and gripped the sides of her foot, holding it in place as I ran my fingers and thumbs around her toes. I had some experience with foot massage, having practiced it on one of my former lovers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my fingers as they rubbed over her pressure spots. She even let out an accidental groan, quickly bolting upright and clearing her throat in case anyone had noticed her state of arousal. I chuckled and she looked at me.
“So, how about that view?” I said, repeating my earlier offer.
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