Champagne Love
Last year I witnessed a couple meet in a hotel reception. I saw them at breakfast and I saw them leave, in the ways described herein. It looked like an unusual story. It was clear they did not meet as lovers. But appeared to leave as lifelong partners.
You’ll be pleased to hear, the rest of what I describe here is from my imagination!
And the names have been changed to protect the guilty ;)
Eloise had worked so hard this year, in spite of everything. She had almost burst with pride when she was named employee of the year.
Perhaps her rocky relationship with Jim, her husband of four years, had spurred her on. Her work had been a distraction.
And now, here she was in this swanky hotel for dinner with her boss, Mr Grayling.
Dave tonight. But Mr Grayling at work.
When she won the award he had joked that he should buy her a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
Unusually for her, Eloise looked at the dishy 48 year old and smiled.
“That would be nice.”
Followed by a beetroot blush as she scurried off, shocked at this mild flirtation.
She had avoided him all week in work, until a sealed envelope appeared on her desk. Inside was a silver invitation card. Penned in precise gold ink was the invitation:
“I have booked dinner for two at the Royal Everglades Hotel. Next Saturday. 8pm. RSVP on my internal number. Just dial and say ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. There will be Champagne.”
Eloise blushed. It wasn’t signed. He didn’t need to sign. She knew.
Her heart was like thunder in her ears. Her hands shook. But there was no hint of hesitation.
She picked up the phone and dialled the internal number for her boss.
“Hello. Dave Grayling here.”
His voice poured like honey from the phone. Eloise almost swooned.
Her voice trembled as the word came out.
“Yes”.
She heard his smile.
“Good. Thank you”
And the line went dead.
Her head was swimming for the rest of that week. Partly in anticipation, but also in an unexpected realisation. She was aching to be alone with her boss.
This feeling had been in the back of her emotions all year, since he came to the company. She hadn’t known. But now it was like the curtains had been thrown back and blazing light was exposing her to the truth. She trembled inside.
Eloise told Jim it was a presentation evening for the company awards. No spouses allowed, as they always felt left out. The company, she said, had booked her a room, as one of the award winners.
In truth she booked nothing. She hoped she would not need her own room.
Dave met her at reception. Her stomach fluttered and her smile came naturally. His dark, expensive suit emphasised his masculinity. He was, she thought, beautiful.
Dave also smiled at Eloise, The same thought embedded in his mind. Eloise looked sensational. Figure hugging black dress, short enough to make him yearn for what lay just above the hemline. Her make-up was subtle; the slight gloss on the lipstick was the only hint of how erotic she felt.
He took her hand and kissed her cheek. Eloise smiled up at him. Her hazel eyes surrounded him and he was flooded with desire.
They ate quietly, conversation bouncing between playful and complimentary. No work. No family.
But Champagne. The promise where this began was fulfilled.
And Eloise was tipsy by the end of the meal and the first bottle.
“We should open another bottle,” suggested Dave.
“Why, Mr Grayling! I’m not sure that we should,” giggled Eloise.
“I’m not a big drinker you know and I do feel a little tipsy.”
Her boss smiled widely. Eloise felt dampness touch her knickers.
“Perhaps if you’re worried about getting a little drunk in public, we could order it in my room. You can let your hair down a little.”
“Why, David! Now you tempt me to your room “
Standing up, she took his hand and pulled eagerly, standing him from his chair and leading him to the lift.
Silence in the lift, just one floor up and they emerged almost running to his room.
Inside, Eloise pulled at her hair clips, shaking free her long brunette hair and laughing freely.
“Did you say something about letting my hair down!”
He looked longingly at her. Shoulder-length hair, her dress hugging her figure, Her breasts, ample and firm. He held out his hand and Eloise took it, stepping in to her boss’ embrace.
He pulled her close, covering her red lips with his own. Softly at first, but then urgently as she greedily kissed back, their tongues stroking each other gently.
Her hands went to his strong, muscular arms, then his shoulders before settling on his neck and stroking the back of his head.
In turn, his touched gently up her sides, pressing softly, stroking past her rib cage before caressing the side of each breast. One moved to her back, sending shivers down her spine, before lowering the zip.
He pulled her dress down from the top so it hung loosely, exposing her bra. Eager for her he slipped his hands in and eased out her tits. She stood, like some slut in a film, tits out. She felt alive and he pulled her to him again to kiss.
She pushed her pelvis forward, rubbing slowly against his hard bulge. Everything else could wait. She needed him inside her now. Unknowingly, she had needed him inside her all year.
She led him to the bed, unzipped his zip and urged him to undress, as she lay back on the bed, tits out, dress hitched up around her waist. And then he was naked. She gasped at his beauty. And at his size!
Her knees lifted and she parted her legs further as David moved onto the bed below her. His mouth went to the damp patch on her knickers, sucking and kissing and probing through her underwear. She bucked and writhed, pulling at her own nipples as he touched her.
Gasping she spoke.
“God, David. Fuck me. Please, I need it now.”
Smiling he moved up her body. Briefly suckling each tit, before kissing her again.
He broke the kiss and smiled.
“I thought you might want me to seduce you slowly.”
She smiled back.
“You can do that later. I’ve needed this for a year. That’s slow enough. Now fuck me.”
Always happy to oblige, he finally entered her, slowly but deeply.
Eloise moaned and grabbed his shoulders. He was so big, but she had been wet all night and this eased his passage into her.
Once inside they moved as one together.
Kissing. Touching. Whispering to each other and smiling. Like life-long lovers.
And soon they exploded. Together. Like nothing either had ever known. And Eloise took him all. Everything, deep inside her. She felt him cum in streams. It sent her to deeper ecstasy.
And their eyes met.
And they were united; inseparable, as they kissed and kissed.
They made love all night. Tender; passionate; soft; gentle; wild.
This was everything.
To both of them.
I watched them at breakfast in the morning.
Touching, kissing, smiling and tender.
Like perfect lovers as they laughed and talked.
And neither had been happier.
When they went back to their room they did not make love again. There was no need.
David brought both bags down to his car and Eloise slipped comfortably into the passenger seat. He leaned over and they kissed before the car slipped out of the car park and away.
And she never went home again.