The early evening sky was aglow with subtle hues of lavender and blue, and the air had a frosty chill as I steered the Benz into the entrance of the underground parking lot at the Grand Hotel thirty minutes before I was to meet Mr. Sebastian in the lobby.
"Evening, madam," the valet said as he walked to the driver's door.
He opened the door for me, and as I slipped out, his eyes traveled up from my white stilettos across my flowing satin evening gown and lacy white shawl that hid my lush breasts. He forced his eyes up to meet mine as I smiled at him and said, "Be extra careful with my Benz."
"I'll treat it like it's mine," he replied, handing me the check I'd need later to claim my vehicle.
I slipped him a twenty to ensure he would treat my ride like it was his, then slowly walked toward the elevator. I knew he was watching me, because I didn't hear the car door close. My walk was slow, seductive, and deliberate, and as I stepped inside the elevator and turned, he was still staring at me, mesmerized by the view I'd just given him. I smiled, knowing he was the first man who'd be fascinated by my appearance that evening.
Pressing the L button, I waited for the car to rise, then stop at the lobby. The doors silently slid open, and I entered the magnificent lobby of the only five-star hotel in town. Across the vast expanse, a single black male stood at attention behind the counter. As I slowly strolled past towering marble pillars on a rich burgundy carpet, his brilliant white smile flashed at me.
"Good evening, madam," he said as I stopped before him, "Will you be checking in tonight?"
"I'm meeting a guest for dinner," I replied.
He continued smiling, keeping his eyes focused on my face. "Can I ring his room and tell him you've arrived?"
"Actually, I'm slightly early, so would you be so kind and direct me to the ladies' room?"
He resisted the urge to let his eyes drop as he lifted one hand to the top of the counter, "Certainly, madam, it's down that hall on the left," his long, thick black finger pointed to the hall off to my right.
"You're very kind," I replied, knowing his eyes would be free to roam and his mind free to fantasize as I walked toward the restroom.
I gave him the same slow seductive walk I had the valet earlier and knew he would be staring at how my ass moved as I walked away.
Once in the safety of the ladies' room, I placed my tiny white clutch bag on the counter and opened it. It contained only the essentials I needed. A small bottle of my favorite perfume, a tube of ruby red lip gloss, an equally tiny tube of clear, my cell phone, a few twenty dollar bills, and a short white leash with a shiny chrome snap. Removing the clear gloss, I touched up my lips, then used my index finger to twist the tiny ringlets of blonde hair that dangled down from my tightly pulled bun in front of sparkling diamond stud earrings and just past the distinct line of my jaw. The white satin choker, which, for now, I wore backward to hide the chrome ring, accentuated my long, sexy neck. Pulling the knot of my lacy shawl, I made sure it completely hid my full ripe tits and the soft cleavage between them. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, thinking even a proper English gentleman would be impressed with my appearance.
Just before leaving the restroom, I made sure my satin gown flowed perfectly over my hips and smoothed the fabric over my ass. It fit snuggly over my butt, and I again smiled after checking that no lines of my thong appeared from beneath.
As I returned to the lobby, the antique grandfather clock between two black leather upholstered chairs began to chime the hour. The lovely sound of its Westminster chime resonated through the expanses of the lobby, filling the area with its familiar tune.
Precisely as it struck the seventh hour, the elevator doors glided open, and a stunning specimen of a man walked out. He wore a classic black tux, a brilliant white shirt, and a perfectly tied bow tie. The jacket was open at the front, showing his black cumber bun. As he walked toward me, I noticed his perfectly shined black shoes and moved my eyes to his face. A wide smile showed off perfect teeth whiter than the black man watching intently from behind the counter.
As he approached, I extended my delicate hand, flashing the sexy French manicure white-tipped nails coated with clear gloss. "Mr. Sebastian?" I asked, already knowing this incredibly handsome man was my client for the evening.
"My pleasure, Angel," he quickly replied.
With a quick smile and a sexy wink of my eye, I answered, "Our pleasure, sir."
As he softly shook my hand, he moved closer, staring directly into my eyes with crystal blue sparkling eyes. "You look absolutely stunning," he complimented.
I smiled, knowing already that my report to Daddy tomorrow morning would be that Niles Sebastian was delighted with our evening.
"Do you have any special plans, Mr. Sebastian?" I asked, enjoying the warmth of my hand in his.
"Please call me Niles," he quickly replied, then added, "I've made dinner reservations in the Casa Blanca Room."
"That sounds lovely," I replied.
Without releasing my hand, Niles slowly walked me past the stud behind the counter toward a massive set of double doors with a scripted neon sign above that read "Casa Blanca Room."
As we entered, I mentioned, "I understand the food is spectacular here."
Niles smiled and answered, "The chef, Marcel, is a personal friend. I'm sure he'll have something outstanding prepared for us."
"Good evening, Mr. Sebastian. Your table is ready," the beautiful female maître d' immediately mentioned as we approached.
She was dressed in a tailored black stove pipe skirt with a white silk blouse and black vest, all accentuated by a black necktie. Her lovely red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that cascaded down her back.
As she led us to our table, I noticed her shapely legs and four-inch heels, wondering how she managed to walk perfectly after being on her feet for hours.
"Just as you requested, sir," she mentioned as we stopped at a table for two tucked in a private alcove off the main dining room.
She stepped back, allowing Niles to assist me with my chair, then, before leaving, said, "I'll have the wine steward for you in a moment."
Her broad smile acknowledged she'd shown Niles and a few other stunning women to this table before.
I felt I should remove my shawl but decided to wait for Niles to ask me. He sat across the small table from me, and I could see his blue eyes sparkle even in the dim lighting of our dinner setting.
"Thank you, Angel," he said from out of the blue.
I smiled and asked, "Thank you for what?"
"For looking exactly as I'd envisioned you," Niles explained as his hand slid across the table toward mine.
I let him caress my fingers first, then move up to lightly touch the back of my hand.
"Good evening, Niles," an impeccably dressed middle-aged man said as he approached our table, "it's wonderful to see you again."
Niles looked up from my face to greet him, "How have you been, Ramon?"
"I'm doing very well, thanks," Ramon replied.
Ramon glanced toward me, then back to Niles.
"Angel, I'd like you to meet Ramon. He's been wine steward here since the place opened," Niles commented.
I slipped my hand from under Niles' and extended it toward Ramon, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
After a gentle handshake, Ramon again looked toward Niles. "Marcel and I have selected a wonderful red wine for you tonight."
He continued, "It's a French Bordeaux vintage 1982. I'm certain you will enjoy its sumptuous flavor."
Niles grinned, "You've never steered me wrong."
Ramon smiled, knowing Mr. Sebastian spared no expense regarding wine. "With your permission, I will bring you a bottle to test."
"That'll be fine, Ramon," Niles replied.
Ramon turned and walked away, allowing Niles to return his attention to me.
"I'm certain you will love this vintage Bordeaux. I've had it before, and it seems to get better and better with age," he remarked, his fingers again touching my hand.
I glanced down at his hand resting gently on mine, and then, as I returned my eyes to his, I turned my hand over so I could gently grasp his.
"Thirty-year-old wine must be costly," I commented.
"It is," he answered, "last time I ordered a bottle, it cost three hundred, but you'll soon discover that I enjoy the elegant things in life, and fortunately, I have the resources to allow me to enjoy those things."
I smiled because he used the word elegant but more so because he inadvertently informed me he was extremely wealthy.
"I notice you don't have much of an English accent," I mentioned.
Niles chuckled, then explained, "I've been living in the States for twenty-five years and have learned to hide my native accent, but if you like, I can let you have a little cockney."
"You've been here for twenty-five years?" I asked.
"Yes, my father was in the House of Lords, and when I graduated from high school, I came to the States to attend Harvard," Niles explained.
I smiled and continued listening to him intently.
"While attending Harvard, I used to travel from Cambridge to New York on the weekends and fell in love with the Big Apple," he explained, "after graduation, I decided to stay."
"I can certainly understand that. There is so much to do in New York," I replied.
Ramon returned carrying our wine, which rested in a bed of ice, and two crystal wine glasses.
"I hope you approve," he commented as he poured a tiny amount into one glass and handed it to Niles.
Niles lifted the glass to his nose, testing its fragrance, then sipped a tiny amount. I watched as he swirled the liquid in his mouth and swallowed.
"As excellent as I recall," he said,
Ramon smiled widely, confirming that he knew Niles' taste in wine very well. After pouring both glasses and placing them in front of us, he spoke, "Enjoy your meal; I'll check back a little later to refresh your drinks."
Alone again, I returned our conversation to Niles' past, "So you decided to stay in the United States after graduation?"
"Yes, but I often returned to London to visit my parents," he explained.
I smiled, thinking he was quite the jet setter then and perhaps now.
"My mother passed when I was twenty-nine, and dad retired from the House shortly after that," he explained.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," my hand gently squeezing his.
"Dad lived another four years, but losing the love of his life devastated him, and his health failed quickly."
I squeezed his hand a little firmer, "I'm sure you must have been devastated also,_ losing both parents in such short order."
"That was twelve years ago, and time does heal. Inheriting the family fortune helped, too," he grinned.
I did some quick math and realized that Niles is forty-one but looked like he was in his early thirties.
As I returned his grin, a man dressed in kitchen garb approached our table. "Marcel!" Niles instantly exclaimed, seeing his friend.
"It's great to see you again, Niles!" Marcel exclaimed as Niles rose from his seat and hugged his friend.
"Marcel, I'd like you to meet Angel," Niles spoke as he glanced toward me.
Marcel extended his hand, and as I accepted it, he spoke, "Niles, you devil, where did you ever find such a lovely angel?"
I smiled widely as I looked up at his handsome face, "You're very kind."
"And you are absolutely stunning," Marcel replied.
Niles returned to his seat, and Marcel returned his attention to his friend. "I hope the wine is satisfactory?"
"As always, you and Ramon have outdone yourselves," Niles answered.
"Ramon matches the perfect wine to my menu. I've taken the liberty to offer a lovely Rosemary-Pesto rack of lamb complimented with oven-roasted red potato chunks sprinkled with chives, steamed and buttered baby carrots, and a limestone lettuce salad. If you decide on dessert, I've just finished a scrumptious strawberry-rhubarb pie," Marcel said.
"Your description makes my mouth water," I mentioned
Marcel looked toward me and softly touched my shoulder, "Hopefully, it will be very pleasing to your palate."
Niles chimed in, "Marcel, you could make a grilled cheese sandwich taste incredible."
He chuckled, then extended his hand to Niles. "Thank you, my friend, but enough of this chit-chat. I must get back to my kitchen and plate your meals personally."
Marcel again smiled at me, then headed off to the kitchen.
"You've known him for a long time," I commented.
"Yes, I have," Niles replied.
Since we'd sat down, I had been waiting for Niles to suggest I remove my shawl, but he hadn't even mentioned it. I wanted him to see what savory treats I had in store but couldn't find the perfect time to untie the knot and slip the lacy cover off my shoulders.
I knew that he had viewed my photos on the web page, and that gallery certainly showed off my large breasts, so I had to assume he was waiting for me to make the first move.
As I unfolded my linen napkin and carefully placed it in my lap, I remarked, "It's a little warm here. Do you mind if I remove my shawl?" Remembering that I'd been advised to follow his instructions explicitly, I felt a little uncomfortable asking, but my fears were instantly put to rest when Niles smiled.
"I've been hoping you'd do that since we sat down."
I slowly untied the knot and slipped the lacy shawl off my shoulders, letting it drape over the back of my chair.
Niles's smile widened as my lush, full breasts came under his intense scrutiny, and his eyes dropped to gaze at the plunging neckline, which exposed most, if not all, of my soft cleavage.