Jenny in a London hotel - Pt 1

I ran my hand gently down the sheer black hold-up stockings to make sure they were even against my silky smooth legs. Turning around, I checked in the mirror that the seams were straight down my legs, before slipping into the black slightly heeled slingbacks.

I had met Paul online, and we had got to know each other pretty well by chatting, camming and messaging each other. He is working in Asia, but now he was in London for a week on business at a hotel the end of Holland Park Ave, and we were planning on making the trip worth while.

The panties felt velvety against my skin as I looked in the mirror at my makeup, and made some final touch ups to my glistening red lips. What is a woman without a little vanity, and I stepped back to admire the black skirt hugging my hips and ending just above the knee, and then glanced upwards to my silk dark red blouse, just about hiding the black silk bra underneath. Not much in the bra to tell the truth, but what was there was silky smooth and very sensitive for the right guy.

I threw on the matching black jacket, and draped my scarf casually around my neck before making my way rather nervously to the waiting cab. I don’t go out much dressed, and while reasonably sure I can pass, there is always an exciting sense of nervousness as I leave the sanctuary of the flat for the big bad world outside. My black wig in a bob framed a (I think) fairly pretty face with an easy smile. A little rounded and not too angular. I don’t have a perfect body, but am 5’9” and reasonably slim from running and watching the diet. But all this careful preparation would count for nothing if I couldn’t even pass with the taxi driver now looking in the mirror waiting for instructions. I mumbled huskily something about the Hilton and he took off down the street. It took me a minute to realise that he was still talking to me – something about traffic a certain way being bad and he would take an alternate way. The sheer bliss and relief as he said “Luv” at the end of the sentence caused this tingling sensation down my back, and then between my legs with the mounting excitement .. Jenny was fully dressed in a cab on the way to a hotel and the driver in front just thought he was taking a lady to a normal business meeting at the Hilton. My legs were crossed and I looked out the window in order to distract myself from the stirring between them with the nervous excitement.

I’ll be honest - this was not really a romantic date that I was headed to. Oh we knew we got on, and who knows about dinner after, or drinks, cosy chats & snuggling up with a bottle of wine… but this particular time was something more physical and basic than that. Maybe you think I am too easy, but I wanted this as much as him, and we had been building up in increasing suspension to this with his visit to London.

Having the room number and the directions, leaving the cab and bypassing hotel reception passed without incident and the room on the high floor meant that I had the final opportunity to check my makeup in the lift mirror before knocking on the room door.
Paul answered the door in suit trousers, and loose fitting white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His jacket was hanging, his tie slung over the chair, and he was standing with two glasses of wine and a welcoming smile. We kissed on the cheek, and I entered the room with a glass of wine, feeling his eyes admire my body as I walked past him to the couch. And we clicked. We chatted for a while, sitting on the couch beside each other, both enjoying the anticipation and suspense, which was deliciously broken when we simultaneously moved towards each other and kissed. Gently first, his hand moving to the outside of my skirt, then more urgently, our tongues meeting and exploring wet mouths as I felt one of his hands on my leg just below the skirt and the other behind my head. I lost myself in the moment briefly, tasting his fresh mouth and aftertaste of wine and enjoying his hand sliding under my skirt and caressing just where the stocking top ended and my warm flesh began. Then I reacted more, one hand cupping his face, the other sliding down his chest and between his legs, feeling his hard member already aroused. By me. The feeling of sensuality, knowing that the only reason this man was hard was because the effect I had on him. My carefully stockinged legs, made up face and body were the cause, and that knowledge in turn was making me feel so sexually aroused. His hand had moved from my leg and slid over and up my skirt, feeling my hardness and then moved under my blouse. I felt his warm tongue in my mouth, and his warm hand under my bra teasing my nipples. I roused myself from his kiss and slid off the couch, kneeling in front of him, looking up at him, my hand on his hard cock. His shoes & socks already kicked off, I undid his belt and slid his trousers off. His hard cock was straining against the material of the CK briefs, and I rubbed my warm mouth over the material, hearing him moan gently and leaving a light smear of lipstick on the briefs. I grasped his cock, hearing him moan again “oh baby’ in the background and slid the briefs down and off, throwing them across the floor. I slid my blouse off slowly, letting him watch me expose my flesh and then reached up and undid the buttons on his white shirt. I moved up and flicked my tongue over his nipples, while my hand gently squeezed his cock and slid under his balls, eliciting another moan. My tongue then moved downwards to the tip of his cock, before my mouth enveloped his hard member and slid down over him. I could see the lipstick smear from my lips to his cock as I took this man’s member in my mouth. Seeing his 8” cut cock completely hard, trimmed pubic hair and then feeling it hit the back of my throat as I knelt in front of him in my skirt, bra and stockings was keeping me completely hard as well, with a wanting sensation in my body. I could hear Paul saying “ Oh Jenny, you are so sexy and hot – driving me wild with your tongue and mouth on my hard cock” and I licked and teased him, keeping him twitching and hard under my touch.