Hotel Quarantine pt.2

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Chapter 2 The day had crawled by. It had passed terribly slowly. I had spent the day watching specks of dust floating in the room. I was giddy and frustrated at the same time. But then it was time to go. They had brought dinner. I had eaten a little, but really I wasn’t all that hungry. I had wondered what to wear for her. I wanted to be feminine for her. Beautiful. Like I was her girl. I wanted to be her Juliet.  I had taken a shower, done my hair and picked the only dress I had brought along. I wasn’t really expecting much from London in spring and lockdown. So I had brought only one sundress. It was a little flimsy, fairly short with spaghetti straps and to be honest quite challenging. I hadn’t really planned on wearing it. The reason I had brought is was because it was so light and because it represented the hope of finding someone for who I might want to be sexy. Well, against all odds I had found her before I had actually arrived in London properly.  I put on my makeup, I put on the dress, but I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. She shouldn’t have to bother with my underwear. No fabric should needlessly obstruct her access to my body. I wondered what time she was expecting me, but then I heard the sound of her trombone. Dark and dull and dampened from having to cross through walls and doors. The music sounded rhythmic, with a distinct beat.  It was loud enough that the man in the hotel room nearby almost immediately started to yell, “Stop this racket! I swear, I will come out and fuck you up, if you don’t stop this right away! I swear to God!” Tensions were running high. I couldn’t blame the man.  Carefully I opened the door and looked out. There was no one in the hallway, and so I quickly ran to her door, the sound of her trombone getting louder. I knocked on her door. First gently, but when I realized that she didn’t hear me, more forcefully. The music stopped and yelled, “Go away, angry man!” The trombone started playing again, and I could almost hear her dancing to her own music. “It’s me! Let me in!” I yelled in slight panic. The music stopped. “Oh! Hang on!” She opened the door, her instrument in one hand, and with the other she pulled me into the room, and I landed right in her arms. Just before I was swallowed by her big hug, I looked into her massive smile. Huge as an avalanche of joy, and it wiped away any sadness of the day.  She whispered seductively, “I’ve missed you!” and then gently bit my earlobe. “I’ve missed you too!” She pulled it down, carefully holding the sensitive flesh between her teeth. It didn’t hurt, she was gentle. The fact, that she seemed to know, what she was doing, made me trust her once again. “There are all sorts of nasty things I want to do to you!” Her warm breath with its sweet venom was slithering through my ear, dizzying me.  Where did she find those words, I wondered. I didn’t reply, I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to be hers, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with me. I wanted to submit to her in the most gentle fashion in which she sported her dominance over me so elegantly.  “Let’s have some fun.” She laughed out loud, and I was confused about that change of pace. At the same time, she started to jump. First softly, because I was still locked in her embrace, then more forcefully when I almanbahis şikayet joined her. She began to hum the music she had just played, and I we both danced in the tiny hotel room to that beat.  It made no sense other than that all that energy had to go somewhere. It was weird. She held me by my hand and made me twirl, and I did my best to make the hem of my dress fly as high as I could to show her as much of my naked ass as possible. But really what struck me was her outfit. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white blouse. It was too big for her, like a man’s shirt, and it was open except for a loose knot which tied the hems. It gave her essentially nothing but cleavage. From her neck to her belly button. However the most breathtaking thing was the fact that this open shirt revealed a dangerous amount of her small, pale boobs. My eyes were transfixed on how much her movements revealed of them. How the fabric was pushed aside.  She really looked like Romeo from the movie, infused with an overdose of female sex appeal. It was probably me turning around that made me feel dizzy, but I like to believe that it was also her pure sexiness. Holy! When I tripped, her arms were there to catch me. She held me, and I felt like I was secure. I pressed my body against hers, and she stroked my hair, like she had rescued me, as if I was some damsel in distress.  Amelia kissed my forehead as if to console me, and I let out a little sigh to show her my approval.  I felt safe. “I see what you’re doing!” she whispered. “What am I doing?” “You are dressed like a floozy!” “A floozy? No one has ever called me that!” “But you are one, seriously!”  We both laughed. “I don’t want to be a floozy!” “Then maybe Romeo’s harlot?” “I will be your harlot, if you want me to, fair Romeo!” We both laughed and fell into each other’s arms. Then she kissed me. It was one of those demanding kisses. She pushed me back against the wall, and I felt the rough surface of the wallpaper rub against my shoulder blades.  Her tongue had invaded me, and I was letting it happen. I wanted my faked resistance to be futile. I wanted to be conquered by her. And so it was futile. I didn’t put up much of a fight. Just enough to tickle her instincts. A lesbian predator hunting for a me, her gay prey. I allowed her thigh to rest between my knees. I even pressed my groin against her jeans. I hoped that she would feel through the denim that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.  I guess my prey-ish behavior worked. She got carried away with her kisses, they became more forceful. She bent my neck and kissed me, even scraped with her teeth over my skin. I felt the weight of her body against mine. My shoulder blades digging more into the wall. It didn’t hurt. It just showed me that I had no say in all of this. That I was there to endure or to enjoy, but I had no decision to make. I was the subject of whatever she deemed fit to do to me. There was her hand again, touching my throat, just casually hinting at what she might be able to do. I wouldn’t even try to resist.  She backed off a little bit, looked at me, with only her hand on my throat. I swallowed, as if I was nervous, but really just to feel the palm of her hand against my Adam’s apple. “You look incredibly hot! My little, submissive floozy!” I nodded almanbahis canlı casino modestly. She looked at me and whispered as if not to interrupt our play, “Is everything okay?” I nodded yes.  She took her hands off my neck, gently took my hand, and then she pulled me from the wall, reached around my back and lowered the zipper of my dress.  I immediately felt it loosen around my back.  Amelia started to hum her music again, but this time slower, this time an octave lower. We danced again, and she smiled again, mischievously this time. The spaghetti straps of my sundress didn’t want to stay on my shoulders. She enjoyed how I struggled to keep it up, as she held my hand, and I did fairly well, keeping the straps up on my shoulder. Of course, what I really wanted was to present myself to her, but the game we played demanded me to resist.  But then she just changed the game. “This is boring!” she said and flicked the straps off my shoulders. Like a veil, the soft dress slid off my body. Although it was the softest fabric, my erect nipples felt the sensation of the fabric falling down my breasts almost painfully. The dress slid over my hips and down my thighs until it lay crumpled on the floor.  I was naked. “Oh wow!” Amelia exclaimed smiling. “Let me take a look at you!” She took two steps back and let go of my hand.  I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I didn’t know what to do, how to stand, what to do with my arms. And so I tiptoed around with some awkward movements before I vaguely covered my breasts with one arm and my groin with the other.  She just stood there, looking at me, smiling. Her grey eyes roamed all over my body. It felt like I could almost feel her gaze on my thighs, my belly, maybe even trying to move my hands away to uncover what they were shielding.  “God, how I love your pretend modesty!” she whispered. “You look so fucking gorgeous!”  This one curse word stuck out. I didn’t know how to react though, in my embarrassment, I bent my knee, turned my hips a little as if I could cover myself a little more. And I didn’t say anything, I just lowered my head.  I had once seen a marble sculpture of a young nude woman in a similar pose. I tried to stand like her. And I felt like one. Exposed to Amelia’s gaze, unable to do anything about it. The air of the room falling cold on my skin, cooling it to the temperature of marble. As if the molecules of the air were shamelessly taking advantage of my nudity, robbing me of yet another thing I owned: The warmth of my body. “May I see your… secret?” I was surprised that she asked. She could have ordered me. I would have obeyed.  Without looking up, I nodded and hesitantly dropped my arms to my hips.  The elegance of my pose was gone now. Amelia’s gaze became more greedy.  “Turn around… please!”  Her last word was tacked on, as if she had initially forgotten her manners.  I turned around, presenting my back to her.  “God, you are such a beautiful creature! Like a unicorn come to life!” Her words gifted me with the warmth, the cool air of the room was taking away from me. “Please come!” She nodded reassuringly, as she held out her hand. I took it, and she led me on the bed.  I crawled on it. “All the way to the end!” I suddenly became aware of how much of my butt I exposed to her, almanbahis casino as I crawled to the head of the bed.  She walked around, propped a pillow on the headboard, and tapped it gently to direct me.  I rested against the pillow, which felt weird. I didn’t want to slouch, and so I pushed back my shoulders to present my chest to her.  She sat on the back, crossed her legs.  It was such a difference of power!  She was fully dressed, at ease, in charge. I was naked, exposed, at her mercy. It felt like I had given up all control of everything.  Amelia just sat there, watching me, and it made me feel nervous, uncomfortable. I inhaled and exhaled. “Are you okay?” she asked, breaking the play for a moment, genuinely concerned. I just nodded. I was more than okay. Me being at her mercy felt so right. So good. I was stripped of everything. Any control, any decision was gone. I was in her hands. I wanted to show her how much more I was willing to sacrifice to her. She would just have to ask.  I lifted my head, looked her in the eyes, and nodded, embarrassed that I actually enjoyed this when I shouldn’t. “Touch your nipples!” she ordered. I gently touched them. A jolt of electricity shot through them which surprised me. I looked up at her.   “Continue!” I did, and it felt warm but also wrong with her watching me play with myself. I closed my eyes to enjoy this moment, but then I felt that it really should be her fingers on my breasts, and I opened my eyes to look into hers.  “Thank you,” she said, which surprised me on the one hand, on the other hand, I also understood. “I want you to pull on your left nipple.” I rolled it between my fingers and then started to pull. There was a heaviness in my breast. First vague, like it had no source, then I felt it sting. I didn’t know how far she wanted me to go. Her face didn’t give me any clues. She commanded me to move to the other nipple and just sat there, enjoying how I tormented myself. She never told me to pull harder or to take it easy. It felt so unfair. She didn’t tell me how much she expected from me, but at the same time, I wanted to please her. I didn’t like the discomfort, I didn’t want to inflict pain on myself. But I wanted to please her.  She made me do this for a while. I was longing for her to take over. I wanted her fingers on my nipples. I wanted her to pull. I wanted her to not only display her power over me, but to actually exert it herself.  Instead, she finally ordered to stop. I was hoping that this was the moment that she would actually take over. And she even lifted her hand. But to my frustration, she only tugged a strain of her hair behind her ear and then rested it back in her lap. Amelia told me to move my hand down, and I obeyed, as it slid past my belly button between my legs.  “Touch your clit!” I did and found it hard and erect like my nipple, however, it gave off a different sensation. Not a jolt, but it softly let a wave of warmth in my hips. Much more powerful. “Show me how you do it to yourself!” She had asked something very intimate. I had slept with other people. Mostly women. They had seen my body, they had touched it, they had taken it for their pleasure. But no one had ever asked me to show them how I pleasured myself.  It truly was my own secret. A secret I was now asked to give up for her. Of course I did.  I rubbed my index finger slowly over that sensitive nub, and it gave me the sensation I had felt countless times before. But now everything was more intense, more present, now that I was under her observation.  

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