by Diane Thorne
She bent as she slipped one foot after the other through the opening of her panties. The towel unravelled and fell to the floor. Tangled damp locks tickled her neck as she slid the underwear up her legs.
A loud buzz from the telephone next to the bed startled her. She jumped and a soft scream flew from her. The red light flashed as the phone continued to call to her.
Gwen dashed towards the nightstand and glanced at the clock. It was past midnight. Wondering who would be ringing at such a late hour, she lifted the receiver. “Hello.”
“Ms Stratten?” said the man on the other end of the connection.
“Yes.”
“I’m one of the managers of the Ring Hotel. I have a message from Nikolaus Wiesner. He telephoned a few moments ago and said he couldn’t reach you.” The person’s accent was thick with German, making it difficult for Gwen to understand him.
“Oh, I was in the bath. What’s the message?”
“He left his number and asked you contact him in the morning.”
Gwen quickly searched for a piece of paper and a pen. Finding none on the counter, she shot her gaze to the desk in the corner. “Hold, please.”
Before he could respond, she dropped the phone on the bed and ran towards the desk. She snatched the pen and tablet, then hurried back to the nightstand. Heart pumping with joy, she lifted the receiver.
“Go ahead,” she said.
As he read the digits to her, she jotted them on the paper. “Got it. Thank you.”
She ended the call with anxiety rushing through her. He’d called when she was soaking in the tub. Hallelujah and holy fuck. Maybe she’d get to ride his cock and see the Opera after all.
Holding the paper, she returned to the desk and unplugged her cell. The message he’d given the manager said to wait until the morning. Technically it was, but she didn’t want to wake him if he’d gone to sleep. After entering his number, she typed a text.
Sorry I missed your call. My dirty mind and naughty body needed a bath. I look forward to meeting you again soon.
She hit the ‘send’ button and breathed deeply. Fresh hope returned and enlivened her mood. She couldn’t possibly fall asleep now. Holding her cell, she headed for the bathroom.
Gwen combed her damp hair while she wondered what she could wear to the performance. She had brought dresses, but most were bright and cheery—the kind worn during spring. She didn’t have a formal gown with her. Although she had a credit card, she didn’t want to splurge on an outfit. The cost would undoubtedly be high in Vienna. Worry plaguing her mind, she set the brush on the counter, grabbed her phone and strode towards the bed. When her cell vibrated, she nearly dropped it.
A glance at the screen showed the message. Instantly, a smile spread across her face.
I regret I had a business matter to attend to earlier. Please tell me your dirty mind is still intact and your naughty body is in need of my services. Least not forget I have a ticket for the Opera.
Gwen bit her lip and sat on the bed. Warmth spread throughout her body and coiled below her navel as she reread his words. She prepared her response to him.
Rest assured, polluted thoughts continue to fill my head while my body craves attention. What services have you to offer? I still want your extra ticket.
She sent the text, then propped the pillow behind her. Minutes passed. While she waited for his reply, she switched on the television and turned off the lamp. Her phone buzzed as she slipped her robe off and tucked her legs under the covers.
Tell me your impure thoughts, my sweet one. And I shall share mine. As for my services, my tongue would ravage you first. I’d bring you to climax and lick every bit of essence from you. Of course, I wouldn’t stop there. Do you believe my services would satisfy?
Gwen’s nipples stiffened and her panties became wet. She imagined him between her legs, stroking her nub and doing every bit of what he’d described. He’d planted the seed of desire and it blossomed, spreading like a vine through her body. Longing for him, she caressed her breasts and pretended it was Nikolaus touching her. Oh, how she wanted it to be him. Head swimming with need, she typed a message for him.
Your services would please me greatly. A shame I didn’t get a chance to offer any of mine at the restaurant. I continue to think about your rigid dick, especially as I lay here half naked in my bed. I’d welcome the chance to wrap my lips around your cock and slide it in and out of my mouth. I’d suck on your delicious candy and make you come. Damn, my wicked mind is filled with hot lusty ideas.
She tapped the ‘send’ button, then stared at the ceiling. She wished he were with her now. Her body craved a man’s touch and fulfilment. Maybe she should’ve packed her vibrator. Knowing her luck someone would’ve confiscated it as she passed through customs.
Another communication came through and she lifted her phone.
I admire and adore your wanton thoughts. Believe me when I say my dick his hard for you, my sweet one. It aches to plunder deep inside your womanly confines. Tell me, are you wet?
Gwen entered her response.
My pussy weeps for you and desires your stiff erection. Will you fill me and make me come, Nikolaus?
She laid her cell next to her, then slithered her hands down her chest and below her navel. She stopped when she’d reached her pubic mound and pressed a palm over her damp panties. Masturbation would offer some relief.
Her phone buzzed, jarring her attention. She read Nikolaus’ message.
I will gladly give you what you seek after the show tomorrow. I can’t stress enough how eager I am to spend time with you.
Gwen smiled as she entered her reply.
I’m most grateful for your hospitality and I’m ever so willing to show my appreciation. Do I need a formal dress to attend?
She turned over onto her side and slid her hand over the soft surface of the mattress. The cool sheet soothed her heated skin but did little to relieve the flame between her legs. She considered another shower.
Her cell called her attention and she lifted it.
I do require certain attire since it is a public function. I will arrange for you to meet one of my assistants tomorrow afternoon. I will send you the details in the morning. How are you feeling?
Gwen smiled and entered her response.
I look forward to your instructions. Thank you for your generosity. I admit our conversation has left me hot and bothered. Another shower may help alleviate my symptoms.
She sent the communication, then rolled onto her back with the phone still in her grasp. Her body ached for pleasure. Since she didn’t have a toy to play with, she thought of the next best thing. She sat up and tossed the covers aside. A massage in the shower would suffice.
She rose and headed for the bathroom with her cell in case Nikolaus sent another text. She set the device on the counter, then stripped off her underwear. Before she stepped into the shower, she received a message.
As I tend to my own need, I will picture your naked body standing under the spray. My hands will cup and squeeze your plump breasts as the water caresses every part of your flesh. I will have your legs spread wide while I ram my cock deep into you from behind. You will call my name as I fill you repeatedly. I won’t stop until your insides quiver and squeeze every bit of life from my dick.
Gwen’s heart rate jumped as she read his words. More moisture seeped from her pussy. She quickly fired off a reply.
Getting into shower NOW.
She set her phone down then disappeared behind the curtain. Damn him for making her so horny.
Chapter Four
A bell jingled above the door as Gwen strode inside the shop. Cocktail, prom, and even wedding dresses hung on racks and mannequins. They all varied in length, colour, and style. Many gowns had short tulle skirts, some had long chiffons and others fitted closer to the body. Absently, she lowered her jaw as she scanned the selection surrounding her. With so many to consider, she didn’t know where to begin.
“Guten Tag!” said a
woman with long brunette hair. She was bone thin without many curves and wore a lime blouse with black trousers. Silver bracelets clanged together on her wrists.
“Do you speak English?” Gwen asked.
The lady came to a stop a few feet from Gwen. “Yes.”
“My name is Gwenevere Stratten. I’m looking for Sue. Nikolaus—”
“I am she.” The woman extended her hand and stepped closer. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Gwen accepted Sue’s soft and delicate greeting. “He said you could help me select a dress for the show at the Opera House tonight.”
Sue smiled widely. “Of course. I’m always glad to help. Did you have a certain style in mind?”
“Something long and elegant. Nothing fluffy or with a lot of beads or sequins.”
“We can certainly accommodate your needs.”
“Sue.” The blonde-haired woman from behind the counter lifted her arm. She held the receiving end of a phone in her hand.
“Excuse me,” Sue said before she headed towards the blonde.
Gwen turned her gaze to the racks of dresses. The pastel-coloured prom dresses made her wrinkle her nose. They reminded her of the early 1980s. Moving along, she spotted an area with long gowns. She stopped and slowly studied them. Many did not meet with her approval and she passed over the garments.
“Ready?” Sue appeared behind her.
Gwen twisted to face her. “Yes.”
“Follow me.”
Gwen walked behind her between the racks. “You have a large selection to choose from.”
“Yes, and we order for guests too.” Sue paused and glanced over her shoulder. “Are you a size six?”
“Eight fits better. And so you know, my breasts sometimes make it difficult for me to fit into nice garments.”
Sue chuckled. “It’s not a problem. We have a seamstress on staff.”
She continued towards the far end of the store. Near each corner was a tall, open doorway. Sue veered to the left, leading Gwen to believe she was heading to the fitting rooms.
“Do you have a colour in mind?” Sue asked as they neared the exit.
“I like the colour of your blouse, but I’m not sure how I’d look in that shade of green. Purple and red are my favourites. I try to avoid black since it’s common for women to wear.”
“I understand. I’m sure we’ll find something you’ll like.”
Gwen followed her into a long hall at the back of the shop. Four navy blue curtains hung in front of empty dressing rooms. She passed each and followed Sue to an area with cushioned chairs, a step stool and large mirrors. There was a closed door on the side, which appeared to be for a room or office. She couldn’t read the German writing on the sign. An exit at the end of the walkway led back to the store.
Sue stopped and faced Gwen. “You can choose a room and start undressing. I’ll bring a few dresses for you to try on.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Sue walked away and disappeared past the open doorway.
Gwen stepped into the closest dressing room. She pushed the curtain to the side and set her purse on the bench on the back. As she slipped off her heeled shoes, her phone buzzed. She dug inside her bag and retrieved her cell. Excitement shot through her when she saw the number on the screen.
“Hello,” she said.
“Good afternoon, my sweet one,” Nikolaus said. “How has your day been?”
“Pretty good. I spent several hours this morning at one of the museums you suggested. Then I had a light lunch.” She spun and sat on the small bench.
“Have you picked out a gown for tonight yet?”
“I’m working on that now. Sue is looking for dresses for me as we speak.”
“Excellent.”
“How’s your day been?” She glanced at her painted toenails and wondered if the red would look okay with a green dress. Probably not.
“Not as exciting as our conversation early this morning.”
She grinned. “It was very…arousing. I suppose your line of work doesn’t give the same feeling.”
He chuckled. “No, not at all. I had to take care of a few issues or I would’ve excused myself and escorted you around Vienna. I can’t stop thinking about you, Gwen.”
Her pulse jumped. “I’m looking forward to tonight. I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time together.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Are you undressed?”
“Not yet. I was about to remove my clothes when you called.”
“Mm… Don’t let me stop you.”
She stood, holding the phone to her ear and pushed her skirt down. “A shame you can’t be here to see me in my string undies and lace bra. I think you’d like them.”
“Yes, a shame. I’d love to watch you strip and stand before me in such revealing attire.”
“And what would you do if I were standing in front of you with so little covering me?” She picked up her skirt and set it over her purse.
“I’d caress that curvy ass and squeeze it while I kissed each of your breasts.”
Her nipples pebbled from his words while strings of desire played within her body. The tune of his voice along with his words made her wet and hungry for him. “I like the sound of that.”
A soft sound from outside the dressing room caught her attention.
“I think someone’s coming,” she said.
“I’ll be in touch.”
Before he could say another word, she ended the conversation. A strong craving for him pulsed within her. She had to shake the feeling somehow. She glanced down and was glad to see her top covered her damp panties. Hopefully no one would notice her state of arousal.
“Gwen, dear?” Sue stood on the other side of the curtain.
She pushed aside the cloth. Nikolaus stood before her dressed in a blue suit with the blazer open and the collar of his white shirt unbuttoned. She gaped at him. As he lowered his gaze down her body, he curled his lips.
Standing next to him, Sue held three hangers with dresses, half of which were flowing over one of her arms. “I found a couple of different gowns to start with. I found one with a slightly different shade of green you might like.”
Gwen took the hangers and scooped the lower portion of the garments with her arm. The long length of each suited her request.
“I’ll wait out here. Call me when you need me.”
Sue left before Gwen could thank her.
“I came at the right time. Looks like I will get to see you strip after all.” Nikolaus’ grin widened.
Gwen hung the clothes on one of the hooks. Her heart raced. “What are you doing here? I thought you were busy.”
He stepped into the changing room. “I wanted to surprise you.” He closed the curtain, sealing them together in the small area.
“You’ve done a good job of that.” Now empty-handed, she twisted to face him.
He slid his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms as he stepped closer to her. “I like to surprise people. Now, I believe you were going to strip and show me your pretty undies and lace bra.” He placed his blazer on one of the empty hooks.
Gwen put her hands on her hips. The sexy man smelt of a light musky cologne. She glanced at his groin and found a tent. She couldn’t help but smile.
“All right. I’ll give you a little show.” She clasped the edges of her blouse and lifted it over her head.
“Mm… Now that is sexy. Turn around.”
Her temperature rose as he seductively gazed at her. She slowly spun.
“You are one fine woman.”
She met his gaze. “I believe you said you would squeeze my ass.”
He closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her buttocks. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint.” He groped her and pressed his rigid member against her.
More moisture spilled onto her thin string as her pussy brushed his erection. His touch made her want to feel his naked flesh next to hers.
“And
my breasts. I believe—”
“Of course. I won’t ignore them.”
He covered her lips with his and ignited a kiss that left her knees trembling. The hairs on his face tickled her slightly. As their tongues played, he turned her to the side and stepped around until her backside faced the curtain and the bench was behind him. Her body hummed and ached for him, longed for more satisfaction. He broke the kiss as he lowered to the seat, but her desire stayed strong as he slid his warm hands along her hips and further up. Tingles of need raced through her. He cupped her tits and her hard nipples pushed against the lace bra.
“You are a very beautiful woman.”
He tugged the edges of her bra, revealing more of her girls. True to his word, he planted a kiss on the fleshy mound of each breast while he rubbed his thumb over the perky centres.
“Would you mind if I sucked on your tits?”
Her buds ached for him to do just that. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
“Can I lick your flesh and the sweetness between your legs?”
She clenched her thighs together. Damn, he was making her hornier by the second. “You most certainly can do that.”
He took one of her breasts into his mouth and devoured it. The fiery need within her blazed. When his dick touched her leg, she fought the urge to remove his pants and climb on top of him. But damn, she wanted to.
She ran her fingers through his locks. “That feels so good.”
He released the one nipple and moved to the next. “Mm hmm.”
He rubbed his shaft against her and she couldn’t resist him anymore. She pressed her palm over his member while he moved one hand to her apex. He pushed her damp string aside and slipped his digits into her.
Gwen whimpered and bit her lip. Her need for a release escalated as he fucked her with his fingers and toyed with her clit.
“You’re so wet.”
“You have an arousing effect on me.”
“I must taste you.”
He removed his hand, then tugged the string underwear down her legs until they fell to her feet. Gwen lifted her leg and put her foot on the bench next to him. Nikolaus wasted no time and pressed his mouth to her pussy. He lapped at her nub and her need for relief escalated. She held his head and rocked her hips to meet each sweet caress. Each sweep of his tongue brought her closer and closer to a climax. He pushed several digits inside and pumped them. Passion consumed her every thought. The anticipation finally became unbearable. A soft cry escaped her as her inner walls contracted.
