It was a weekend she had imagined differently. But she was prepared to do anything for her dream job as a marketing SEO – including accompanying her boss to another boring meeting. The hotel where they were staying was old and unimpressive, and the outdated furnishings left no doubt that the organizers had skimped on the budget. Some guests had already complained about cold rooms, but she had been lucky: Her heating worked.
After a long day of presentations and small talk, she retired, ready to spend the evening alone. She slipped into her black lace nightgown, which fell softly along her curves. It was less a conscious decision and more a little ritual to remind herself that she was more than just the dutiful assistant. She poured herself a glass of champagne and flopped down on the bed. As she scrolled through the hotel listings, her gaze lingered on one of those “forbidden movies” that you only watch in the anonymity of a hotel room. She smiled mischievously and took a sip of champagne. But before she could start the movie, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Confused, she put the glass down and went to the door. When she opened it, her boss was standing in front of it, casual but with a tense expression. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie was loose and his voice was calm but firm.
“Sorry to bother you,” he began. “The heating in my room isn’t working and it’s freezing cold. Could I perhaps warm up in your room?”
For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. She was only wearing her thin negligee, which showed more than it concealed, and his gaze, which slid over her briefly, made her even more nervous. But she wanted to remain professional. “Of course,” she finally said and stepped aside. He entered the room and his presence immediately seemed to make the air thicker. “Thank you very much,” he said as he sat down on the armchair. “I hope I’m not interrupting your evening?”
“No, no,” she replied, reaching for her champagne glass to cover her nervousness.
After a brief moment of silence, he looked at her. “If you don’t mind, could I use your shower? It’s really freezing in my bathroom.”
She nodded. “Of course. The bathroom’s right there.”
He stood up, undid the top buttons of his shirt and disappeared into the bathroom. She let herself sink back onto the bed, but her mind was racing. Was this really just a harmless request? Or was there something in the air that they both sensed? The water rushed and she took another sip of champagne while she imagined him standing under the warm water. She couldn’t let go of the image – the drops running over his skin, the steam filling the room. But before she could continue the thought, the bathroom door opened and he stepped out.
The towel hung loosely around his hips, low enough to stimulate her imagination. His skin was still shiny from the water and his gaze was calm but intense.
“That was the best shower I’ve had in a long time,” he said with a slight smile.
“Nice to meet you,” she replied quietly, but her voice trembled slightly.
He stepped closer and she felt the tension between them become unbearable. His eyes sought hers and she couldn’t help but play nervously with the hem of her nightgown.
“Sometimes,” he said softly, “you have to take the opportunities that come your way.”
Her throat was dry, but she found the courage to reply. “Maybe you’re right.”
Her gaze drifted to the towel stretched around his hips, and before she could change her mind, she reached for the loose knot. Her eyes sought his, questioning, hesitant – but he nodded slightly, a silent assent. With two fingers, she deftly untied the towel, which fell silently to the floor. Her breath caught as she looked at him. His body was powerful, flawless, and his reaction left no doubt that he had longed for this moment as much as she had.
Slowly, she knelt in front of him, her hands sliding over his hips as she looked up. His gaze was dark with desire, and he placed a hand gently on her head, stroking through her hair without pushing. She felt the control in her hands and decided to tease him.
Her lips touched him light as a feather, a breath, before her tongue gently caressed him. His sharp intake of breath revealed that she was doing exactly the right thing. She let her movements be slow, pleasurable and precise, her lips and tongue exploring him while her hands held and guided him.
His soft moan broke the silence and she felt his body tense under her touch. It was a moment that blocked out everything around her. She knew that this night wasn’t just an encounter – it was a step into a whole new dimension.
“You’re incredible,” he finally murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him briefly. “I know,” she whispered with a smile before giving herself to him again.
What followed was a night full of heat, passion and unspoken desires that they both lived out. She knew she would carry this memory with her forever – a night beyond her wildest dreams.