Rendezvous in Chicago - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Rendezvous in Chicago - Chapter 3

... Dave then went into the living room, with perfect timing as there was a light rap on the door. “Room service.” Dave again quickly donned a robe, gathered the strewn about articles of clothing, throwing them hastily into the bedroom and retrieve a twenty from his cash to tip the worker. He opened the door and a very professionally dressed middle-aged man entered the suite pushing a cart that held all the makings for Jill's favorite drink. “Good evening sir, I'm William and I'll set up over here. It will take me about five minutes to prepare your first couple of drinks. Do you need to watch me in case the lady would like an additional cocktail?” “Thank you, William. I'm Dave, and although I know how to prepare this drink, it certainly couldn't hurt to gain any tips from a professional.” “Thank you, sir.” William went about mixing two of the beautiful concoctions under Dave's watchful eye. Dave did take note of a number things that William did to enhance the presentation of this pretty cocktail. “Thank you again, William. That was very interesting and quite helpful.” The drink cart was left as Dave escorted William to the door while slipping the twenty into his hand. About five minutes later, Jill emerged from the bath. Not bothering with a robe, Dave admiringly took in the fully exhibited body of his lover. He took her hand and instructed her, “Now, honey, close your eyes. No peeking,” he chided her. He led her into the living room and introduced into her manicured hand her ...

... favorite drink. “You can open now.” Jill's eyes opened as she expressed her surprise after her first taste, “Oh, Dave, white chocolate raspberry martini? Are you serious? You think of everything.” She leaned forward and kissed him, while he could not resist fondling her sumptuous breast. “Come, let's sit on the couch while you tell me all about your day. Who of interest did you meet? Who gave interesting presentations? Did you glean any new ideas to help you day to day?” So the conversation carried on comfortably through the next hour with both Dave and Jill totally naked and absent of any inhibitions, as they enjoyed a drink and talked about each of their experiences of the day. “Jill, while I was out today, I bought you a little something that I would like to see you wear this evening when we go out to dinner,” as he handed her a small thin gift wrapped box. Her eyes were gleaming in anticipation of what might be inside. “Oh, you shouldn't have bought me anything. I don't have anything for you.” Smiling an almost lecherous smile, he said, “That's okay. I didn't expect anything. But if you use this tonight, you will actually be giving me a very special gift indeed. Are you going to open it?” Jill unwrapped the box and removed the lid. Peeling back the tissue paper she looked somewhat puzzled, questioning what she was looking at. Dave interjected, “It's called a silver finger, clit g-string! If you could wear it tonight, I'm quite sure that dinner could be most interesting.” ...