Appointment in Seattle
Prologue...
The autumn sun began its gradual descent below the scattered clouds over the
Olympic Mountains, sending streams of light glittering across the gentle waves
of Elliott Bay towards the towering landmarks of the Emerald City. Standing on
the top deck, my lungs infused with the salty air, I grasped the iron railing
and felt the relentless churning of the huge engines below me as the sea spray
hissed along side. Startled by the sudden wailing of seagulls in the ferry
wake, I turned west just in time to see the mountain peaks transformed from
breathtaking detail into dark mysteries as they were silhouetted by the glowing
sunset. As I returned my gaze toward the ferry dock, the intensity of the city
lights increased as darkness descended on my destination and my destiny with
desire.
I was suddenly awakened from my introspective trance by the bellowing sound of
the captain - "Now arriving in Seattle", he announced. I sure as hell hope
so, I laughed to myself, where else does this hunk of metal go?
I left the observation deck and briskly skittered down the steps onto the car
deck, walked to my car and sat down in the drivers seat next to my wife.
She folded her newspaper, looked into my eyes and asked "Well?"
"Yes. I want to go through with it". "I'm excited, I'm scared, I'm aroused, and
I am so very much in love with you for allowing me to feel this way".
"Kiss me slave", she commanded. I leaned over and lightly touched her lips with
mine. It was as if I was kissing her for the first time. Soft, moist,
mysterious, and hot. I felt my body tremble as our lips parted and we touched
tongues briefly before she pulled away.
"Drive", she commanded. I started the car and drove off the ferry and into the
night.........
Having negotiated the downtown city streets before, we were soon pulling up to
the valet parking outside the hotel. We entered the lobby, checked into the
hotel, and were soon in our room. The bellhop was right behind us with our
luggage, which he placed in the room. He handed me an envelope as I tipped
him. On the front was a single letter - the letter "p".
She was relaxing in the easy chair in the sitting room and beckoned me over with
a crook of her finger. I went. I knelt. She held out her hand and I placed
the envelope in her palm. "Take your shirt off".
I did. "Feet", she said. I loosened her shoes and removed them, kissed her
toes and began massaging her feet and calves. She opened the envelope, read
the contents to herself, folded it back up and placed it between my lips. I
could smell its musky perfumed scent. My cock was engorged, twitching,
throbbing. She placed her foot against its length and pushed hard. I almost
erupted, groaning through my pursed lips. I switched feet and continued the
massage For what seemed like an hour I worshipped her feet with my hands, the
mystery of the message causing my erection to remain rampant, the fantasies
running wild through my mind.
She finally broke the unbelievable tension. "What time is it, slave?"
I glanced at my watch. "Quarter to six, Mistress", I replied.
"Strip and prepare my bath". I stripped, the letter still between my lips, my
erection exposed. I went into the bath and filled the tub with water and
perfumed oil. I contemplated opening the envelope.
I knew not to. I didn't. I was kneeling when she entered, still clothed.
"Turn around". I did. She disrobed and slid into the luxurious water.
I knelt there for what seemed an eternity, the envelope getting moist in my
mouth, it's musky perfume filling my nostrils. I listened to the sounds of her
bathing, my heart pounding, my organ pulsing, the tension rising to an
unbearable level. Finally, she rose from the bath, grabbed a towel and dried
off. Grabbing my hair, she pulled my head back and took the envelope from my
parched lips. "You have twenty minutes to make yourself presentable". She
left the bathroom and closed the door. I showered, shaved my face, cock, and
balls, brushed my teeth and dried my hair. I applied some after shave to my
face and crawled into the main room rapidly, anticipating the evening ahead.
She was laying on the bed one hand idly stroking between her legs.
I crawled over to her and waited for her reaction . She leaned forward and
whispered. "Turn around. Head down. Arms out. Legs spread. Ass up". I
immediately complied.
She took an eyebrow pencil from her purse and began to write on my upturned ass.
I could tell that she had written the initials "MP" on both checks and then
circled each one.
"Turn around, slave". I spun around and found my face directly in front of her
moist pussy. "Lick". I did. With relish. I licked lightly and slowly,
savoring every nuance of womanhood as I felt her open up to my tongue and then
tremble as I finished each path with a flick of her clit. I could have gone on
forever, but she stopped me after only a few minutes. "I don't want you to
have to take another shower, slave. We'll go to dinner at seven. Dress
yourself casually. You may choose my clothes for the evening . I'll go and
finish my makeup." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress"
Then she was gone. I was left alone. I could still feel her mark on my ass. I
looked for the envelope but it was nowhere in sight. I got dressed in my
favorite beige slacks and dark green silk shirt and then began to choose her
outfit. This was something she had not permitted before. I had offered many
times, but she had been reluctant to rely on my suggestions. I knew that, if I
displeased her,
it might be the last time she would allow me this privilege.
I went to closet and found her black calf-length wraparound dress with the gold
floral motif. Very elegant and tastefully sexy. She could show as much of her
legs as she wished. I searched for and found her new black camisole, the
black pantyhose with open crotch, and her three inch black heels. Stunning, and
not too uncomfortable. Looking through her lingerie bag, I selected a pair of
gold silk high-rise panties. Perfect! A glimpse of gold to complement the
dress, if she so desired. I arranged the outfit on the bed and sat down,
anxiously waiting, aroused, nervous, a knot in my stomach.
When she finally walked into the main room she was naked except for her make-up
and lipstick. Dropping onto my hands and knees I began to kiss her feet before
she pulled me up and ordered me to dress her. When we were finished she put on
her gold collar necklace and announced "Time for dinner, slave" as she grabbed
my crotch and pulled me toward the door.
Luckily the elevator was empty as she continued to squeeze my genitals
throughout the ride. When we arrived at the ground floor she said "Follow me"
and walked briskly toward the restaurant. It seemed like everyone was watching
as I followed, the bulge in my slacks obvious.
We enjoyed a marvellous dinner at the Mediterranean restaurant, sharing
appetizers and entrees along with her favorite, a bottle of white Burgundy from
France. We talked about the food and the atmosphere, but she said nothing
about the message from the envelope. Although the wine was delicious, the fact
that she was allowing me to share the bottle had me very nervous. I did not
want to jeopardize any possible scenario by becoming inebriated. I had
expected her to tell the waiter not to refill my glass, but she simply smiled
and nodded when I gave her a quizzical look. She was definitely keeping me off
guard.
We were sharing a delightful tiramisu dessert when she asked me what time it
was.
Glancing at my watch, I replied in a whisper "Quarter to eight, Mistress".
My heart was pounding. I wanted to ask her what the envelope said, but I knew
that she would tell me when it pleased her.
She knew that I was on the edge.
Not knowing. Anticipating. Dreading failure. Fantasizing. Worried. Nervous.
I was going nuts. The silence was unbearable.
Then my beautiful wife leaned across the table and took my hands in hers.
Looking deep into my apprehensive eyes, she whispered..........
"She will be here in ten minutes, slave." I just about jumped out of my seat.
My eyes started to water. I looked at her with new respect and admiration. My
heart in my throat, I leaned across the table and kissed her very gently with
trembling lips. It was very brief, but time seemed to stand still as I
realized that she had come to terms with my needs, and had found a way to
resolve all her prior misgivings.....
I wept, the tears rolling down my face and onto the table.
Now I didn't care who was watching. The moment was too precious.
Composing myself, I wiped my eyes and whispered "Thank you Mistress. I love
you more than ever. Thank you."
Sensing my emotional vulnerability, she brought me back to reality with a sharp
push of her heel into my crotch under the table. My back straightened and I
groaned. She repeated the motion. Now I was rock hard and very attentive,
wide-eyed, trembling with desire and anticipation..
I wanted to fall to my knees before her and worship her forever. She could see
it in my eyes. "Later, slave. Pay the bill and meet me in the lounge". This
wonderful woman slid out of the booth, straightened her dress, looked me in the
eye and walked slowly into the adjoining room.
I was a mess. Emotionally, physically, mentally. But I didn't care.
Twenty-five years of longing was about to come true. I hoped. I still didn't
know exactly what would happen the rest of the evening. Gathering my
composure, I paid the bill, leaving a large tip. Taking a deep breath, I stood
up and went to find my wife in the lounge.
She was sitting at the bar, perched on a high stool with her legs crossed,
exposing a vast expanse of thigh. It was almost too much for me. My cock
twitched and guided me toward her. I came up behind and brushed her neck with
my lips. "Sit down". I sat. She ordered a Grand Marnier for herself and a
glass of water for me. My throat was dry. I now knew the real meaning of
nervous - every nerve in my body seemed alive, my mind vibrant with
anticipation. I silently sipped the water and waited......
....and waited..........and waited........... I felt as if I was on display,
sitting at a fancy bar with a beautiful woman, nursing a glass of water with an
engorged cock, eager to bare my soul to a stranger.......a
very special stranger who I hoped would soon walk into the lounge.....
The waitress came up to the bartender and ordered - "White wine for table 1"
He poured the glass and placed it on her tray. She paused and smiled at me....
"I have to visit the ladies room. Would you deliver this for me please?"
I was startled. I looked at my wife. She looked over her shoulder into the far
corner of the room. There, sitting in a small booth was a beautiful blonde
woman who smiled and beckoned us over with her finger. Placing her glass on
the tray, my wife got up and walked toward the booth. "Come along", she said.
I looked sheepishly at the waitress, picked up the tray and followed
her.......................
end of part one.....................
