by JayGee
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This would turn out to one unbelievable business trip. My secretary made the arrangements and told me that there was a major convention in town and that my usual hotel was booked up. Since I was a regular guest, my usual hotel had made arrangements for me to stay at a nearby five star hotel....
I arrive at the hotel, not believing my good fortune. As I ride up the elevator to my room I know that, based on the feeling in the pit of my stomach, this will be a lucky trip since I'm in room 531, which happens to be my lucky number. I unpack my clothes into the empty closet and dresser drawers, wondering what my luck will bring to me, and go down to the bar to have a drink and scope out the action. The bar is quiet and the cute bartender strikes up a conversation--you know the basic idle chit-chat stuff. He was slightly smaller than me, about 5'10", apparently well built from what I can tell through his shirt and form fitting vest, with dark wavy hair. I found him attractive and made a mental note to come back later to get to know him better if I do not find any willing businessmen.
Disappointed in the lack of good looking sheer socked businessmen to hit on. I ask for my check. After filling out charge slip I leave the bartender a generous tip and sign off to charge the bill to my room. As he walks away I notice that he is wearing expensive low cut loafers and sheer socks. I begin thinking to myself that I need to expedite the timetable for getting to know him, he looks back, smiles and comments that from everything he has heard, room 531 is probably the best room in the hotel. I reply that the room is very nice and he gives me wink.
I return to my room and notice that the phone is indicating that I have a message. I retrieve the message and find it strange. The gentleman's voice sounds familiar (the bartender perhaps?) and leaves a message telling me that if I was lonely that I should pull down the bedspread from over the pillows where I would find a note under the pillow. If I follow the directions exactly, something fantastic would happen. Being a risk taker I figure that I'm game, besides the bartender was pretty cute.
I turn to the bed. As I look it over, I notice that there is one fresh white rose petal in the place where I'd normally expect to find the piece of chocolate from the maid. I slowly pull back the bed spread and lift each pillow. Under the second pillow I find the note. It is addressed to me and appears to be written in my handwriting. I find this rather intriguing because of my love of science fiction and mysteries. I read the note and it tells me to go over to the dresser and open the top center drawer.
I do as it says and much to my surprise there is a wrapped gift box in the place where I had unpacked my socks and underwear. I open the box and inside is a black silk robe, matching lounge pants, sheer black silk boxers, a pair of my favorite socks, OTC sheer black silk socks and another note. Holding the socks in my hand, I pick up the note and begin reading it. As I read it, I slowly realize that I have kicked off my shoes and am grinding my crotch into the socks in my hand. The note says that I should change into the
socks and the boxers, then carefully take the pair of navy blue silk boxers and navy blue OTC TNT's that I am currently wearing and place them inside of the lounge pants - boxers in the waist and socks in their respective leg openings. I am then to return the lid to box, close the drawer and go to a particular restaurant (outside of the hotel), where a table has been reserved in my name.
While I am very particular in how I treat my clothing, I just about rip off my pants and strip out of my underwear and socks. Before putting on the new garments, I bring them up to my nose and detect the scent of white roses. I first put on the boxers and then the socks. As I pull the garments up my legs, I am so turned on that I can barely contain myself. While my hormones are screaming for relief, I instinctively know that if this mystery is to unfold I have to wait and follow the instructions to the letter. As if in a trance I then pick up my pants, finish dressing, carefully placed my boxers into the top of the lounge pants, and each sock in the legs. I close the box and the drawer, make a visual survey of the room and leave for the restaurant.
As I walk I take notice of how great the boxers and socks feel against my skin as I move. I go down to the lobby and as I walk past the bar, the bartender looks up and waves, I wave back and notice him give me another, knowing wink. I just figure that when I return from dinner, he will be my dessert. As I approach the doorman, he addresses me by name, compliments my on how good I look, and tells me that my cab is waiting. I make a mental note that he and the bartender must like threesomes, I find the idea a little kinky, yet arousing. As I get into the cab the doorman tells the driver to take me to the restaurant.
A 5 minute ride and I am there. As I reach for my wallet, the driver tells me that the ride is complements of the hotel and that he would be back in an hour to take me back. While this would be unnerving to most, I find that I was halfway expecting this and that it is serving to heighten my interest in what is to come. I enter the restaurant and am immediately greeted by name by the Maitre'd. As I am escorted to a table in the corner I become aware of the quiet elegance of the restaurant, yet am also aware of the fact that other patrons are aware of my presence and simultaneously in awe of it.
As I take my seat I notice that there is another single white rose petal on my napkin. I ask for a menu and am told that they know exactly what I want. I am served a dinner of oysters and champagne. As I eat this meal, I begin to notice that it seems as if the socks and the boxers are taking on a life of their own, and are adjusting themselves against my skin - it is a very pleasurable sensation.
At the conclusion of my meal the Maitre'd returns to my table, hands me another envelope, gives me a knowing wink, and takes his leave. I open the envelope and read the note. It tells me that there will be no bill, nor is a tip necessary, since everything has been taken care of. It also instructs me to return to my hotel room, where I will find another note. I exit the restaurant and find the cab pulling up as promised.
Once back at the hotel, I return to my room where I find the next note waiting for me. It is leaning against the door with one complete white rose. I pick them both up, smell the rose and open the door, not quite knowing what to expect. I enter the room and find things just as I have left them. The note says that I am to place the rose on the bed and go back down to the bar and have a cognac and then return to the room. At this point in time, I notice that it seems as if there are three mouths working on my feet and crotch - simultaneously giving little kisses and taking little tastes of my love stick and toes. I now follow the instructions guided not by my intellectual head but rather by my sexual one.
I return to the bar and the bartender flashes me an incredible smile. I can't help but notice the sparkle in his eyes. He asks if my evening has been to my liking and hands me the cognac. A spark passes between us as our fingers briefly touch when I take the glass from his hand.
We talk as I have the drink and he comments that it is getting late and that he needed to start closing up. I am astonished to see that it is nearly 1:00 a.m. I finish the drink and notice that the sensations that I am getting from the socks and boxers are getting more intense. I am now beginning to wonder if I am hallucinating. The bartender returns for my glass as I hand it to him, he lightly strokes my fingers and I immediately explode in an orgasm. My vision doubles and I see myself in the mirror, simultaneously writhing in ecstasy and yet appearing perfectly composed to the other patrons in the bar. He then leans over and whispers that I shouldn't worry because this was just a sample of what was to come. He further tells me to return to my room, undress, and then to go into the bathroom to clean myself up.
I follow his instructions and head up to my room. It is a wonder that I can walk. The orgasm was so intense that I can feel my love nectar running down both legs and into my socks. My feet are so wet that I feel as if I am walking through water. I enter the room and notice that bed has been remade and that rose is gone. I figure that maid took it. At this point I begin to undress noticing that while I feel as if I am swimming inside of the boxers and socks, they are dry to the touch and that I had neither soiled my suit nor soaked my shoes. I then put my clothes away and enter
the bathroom for a shower.
I shut the door, sit down on the dressing chair and remove the socks and the boxers. I pull them up to my nose and smell nothing but the scent of white roses. I then place them on the vanity and stare at them for a second as if waiting for them to move. Nothing happens.
As I shower, the scent of white roses becomes stronger and I become invigorated. I finish showing, dry myself off and run through the events of the evening, knowing that things couldn't possibly have happened as I remembered. I wrap myself in a towel and prepare to exit the bathroom feeling somewhat disappointed that it was now approaching 3:00 a.m. and that I had not heard either a phone ring or knock at the door. I turn to grab the socks and boxers and take them out of the bathroom and notice that they are gone. I also know that no one could have entered the bathroom without my knowledge because the door was shut and it squeaked when opened.
I hit the light switch and exit. I turn the corner and begin scanning the room in a clockwise motion. What I am confronted by something so totally unexpected that I still find it unbelievable to even write about. The room has the unmistakable scent of white roses, there is soft music playing, the drapes are open revealing a star studded night and there lying on the bed is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He is propped up on one arm and has his legs crossed seductively. He says nothing but communicates via his smile. He is blonde and wearing the black robe, lounge pants, and socks.
As I approach the bed he stands. He is about 6'4", and the silk clings to his perfect body. He is standing with his back to the window and I can see him though the sheer silk. I can also see that he is wearing the boxers as well. He picks me in his arms and begins kissing me and carrying me over to the bed. He then lays me down on the bed and climbs on top of me, covering me with his robe, rubbing my entire body en masse with his flesh and the silk. The warmth of his body and the delicate touch of the silk are exquisite. He thanks me for pleasure that I have provided to him through the course of the evening and now will return the favor. He then begins bathing me with his kisses, beginning with my toes. As he finishes sucking on each toe and moves onto the next, I can feel that it is being encased in silk.
This continues as he moves up each leg, up my body. When he reaches my mouth, his probing tongue goes deeper into me than I have ever experienced. While kissing me, I can feel him approach orgasm as he makes love to me though the fly of lounge pants and boxers. He and I erupt together in passion, bucking so violently that the bed collapses. When we are though he whispers in my ear that he loves me and that he will stay with me always. I tell him that I love him too and that I never wanted to leave the warmth of his arms. With that I can feel a tear from him drop onto my cheek, and a subtle change in his body. It is softening, not as if relaxing, but more like it was melting.
I open my eyes and see him straddling me with his cock still engaged in the silk clothing. I watch as he slowly shrinks to join me inside the clothing that I am now wearing. Before he is completely gone, he picks up an envelope from the bed and hands it to me. It tells me that his name is Richard VantVeer and that he and I are now one for eternity and that anytime I want to make love with him, all I need to do is to don these clothes, lie back and relax in order to bring him forth. And if I ever wanted to show him off to the rest of the world, all I had to do was to wear these socks and he would envelope me with his
body.
I was literally in sheer heaven.
Epilogue...
I experienced the rest of the week as if living in a dream. Successful meetings all day, incredible sex all night. I returned home and continued slipping into that beautiful ensemble of sheer black silk robe, lounging pants, boxers, and socks, then making love to/being loved by Richard. Taking him out in public so that he/we could pick up guys, etc.. On my next scheduled trip, I called the hotel to make the reservations myself and was told that the number was no longer in service, so I had my secretary call my usual hotel and make the necessary arrangement.
After arriving, I hail a taxi to take me over to the hotel that I stayed at during my last trip. The driver asks me if I am sure about the address and I reply yes. We arrive at the address and there is nothing but a faded sign attached to a fence surrounding the vacant lot where the hotel had stood.
I sit there for a second and then the driver turns around and says "Welcome back Mr. VantVeer, we've missed you."
With that I look in the mirror and see that there are actually 3 of us in the back seat - Richard, the bartender, and me.
Happy Halloween!
