This is the first in a series of stories. It was never meant to be more than a one off, but I enjoyed the writing process and wanted to expand the story further. Each story can be read separately, but like any series, I feel they should be read in the correct order to fully enjoy and understand the characters and what role they play.
Any comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy.
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Hidden Pleasures
Jennifer flopped down in an overstuffed arm chair near the ornate fire place. The flames crackled and popped, warm and inviting. She swung her feet up on a large stool in front of her and wrapped the white terry cloth robe tighter, snuggling into the soft fabric.
Jennifer took another sip of wine, savouring the wonderfully fruity flavour. The bottle had been chilled and waiting in her hotel room when she arrived, compliments of her employer. She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting out a long sigh.
Jennifer could hear the sounds of traffic drifting up to her faintly as rain softly drummed against the windows, the dull leaden sky making it seem much later than early afternoon.
The trans-Atlantic flight and several hours of meetings had worn her out. All she wanted to do now was curl up and finish her drink.
Jennifer had worked for her current employer for nearly two years and was a rising star. At the age of twenty eight she had brokered more important deals than people twice her age, with years more experience. Her bosses valued her hard work and had flown her to Paris to assist in closing some important real estate agreements.
Everything had gone well but she had been awake for nearly thirty hours. Earlier that day, someone at the office had mentioned a party that evening, but she told them she didn‘t know if she was up to it. Jet lag was catching up with her now and she desperately needed some sleep.
A knock on the door startled her and she jumped to her feet.
Jennifer went to the door, placing her hand on the knob, but didn’t open it right away.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Housekeeping,” a woman’s voice replied in a strong French accent. “I have a package for a Miss Jennifer Stokes.”
Jennifer looked through the peephole and saw a woman standing in the hall at her door. The distorted view of her face was about all she could make out. Jennifer opened the door and was greeted by one of the hotel maids. She was petit, with short dark hair, probably in her mid thirties. She had a warm smile. In her hands was an enormous box, probably three feet square.
“This was left for you at the front desk,” the woman said.
“Are you sure you have the right room?” Jennifer asked.
“Oui Mademoiselle, room 415. It says so on the card.”
Jennifer open the card that was attached to the top of the box.
A message was written on the card in a crisp, neat handwriting she didn’t recognize.
‘9 o’clock. A driver will be waiting,’ was all it said.
She turned the card over to see the logo of the company she worked for, nothing else.
“There is no name here, do you know who it’s from?”
“No, I’m sorry I don’t Mademoiselle. It was delivered by courier. That is all I know.”
Jennifer took the box and laid it on the bed, then grabbed her purse and handed the maid a twenty euro note.
“I hope this is okay.”
“Oui Mademoiselle, merci beaucoup,” she said excitedly as she turned to leave.
Jennifer closed the door and returned to the bed to inspect the mystery package. She flipped open the lid of the box to reveal a beautiful red sleeveless designer dress. Who ever had sent this, they had great taste. She checked the tag and somehow wasn’t surprised to see it was her size. Lifting the dress out and laying it carefully on the bed she turned back to the box. Inside was a pair of stylish black shoes – also her size – with heels so high she was unsure whether she could walk in them without breaking an ankle. There was a bustier trimmed in lace, a garter belt and seamed stockings, all black. Oddly enough, there were no panties included. She chuckled to herself. Someone was clearing sending a message. But who? Was it someone she knew, someone she worked with? Maybe. But why?
Although the dress was amazing, Jennifer decided she wasn’t up for a night out. She could always say she wasn’t feeling well. Folding the dress, she put everything neatly back in the box.
As Jennifer closed the lid she paused for a moment. It really is a beautiful dress, she thought.
Jennifer decided a long hot soak would be just the thing she needed.
As water filled the antique tub she poured herself another glass of wine.
The tile floor in the bathroom was cool and soothing on her tired feet.
Jennifer pulled her long dark hair into a ponytail and sipped her drink while studying her reflection in a full length mirror. She turned, looking at herself from different angles, pleased with what she saw.
Jennifer took good care of herself and it showed. Her gaze traveled from her long legs past the soft triangle of neatly trimmed hair on her mound, over her flat stomach, to her smallish but round breasts.
Moving her hand up across her flat belly to her chest, she cupped her right breast, caressing it gently. Her pink nipple hardened slightly at the touch and she pinched it between her finger and thumb, pulling it away from her body.
She took another drink while she watched herself, then set the glass on the countertop.
Jennifer was no stranger to self pleasure and although it may have been a bit narcissistic, her naked reflection was a huge turn on.
Jennifer pinched her other nipple, twisting and rolling them both now, her eyes fixed on the beautiful woman in the mirror. She squeezed harder, which sent a shock straight between her legs, and jerked a little from the pain but did not let go.
It had been far too long since she had touched herself. Her pussy began to tingle and she trailed her fingers down slowly until her left hand was caressing her soft lips.
Jennifer discovered that she had made herself rather wet, her fingers sliding easily back and forth over the smooth skin.
A soft moan escaped her slightly parted lips as a finger grazed her clit. Before she could go any further, she noticed the tub was nearly full and quickly turned off the water to keep it from overflowing. She tested the water. It was hot, almost too hot to bear, but that was exactly how she liked it.
She grabbed her glass of wine before stepping into the water and sank through the bubbles, the heat seeping into her skin, soothing tired muscles. The tub was huge and she stretched out resting her head on a rolled up towel at one end.
Jennifer relaxed, sipping her drink, but the tingle persisted below. She had started something that her body was begging her to finish.
Setting the glass aside, she moved her hand back between her legs, fingers sliding over her slit, to slip into her aching pussy. She slowly worked two fingers in and out, moaning softly, coating them with her juices.
As her level of arousal increased, Jennifer turned slightly on her side to try something different. Bending a knee and reaching behind her, she slowly pushed those two fingers back inside herself as she began rubbing her hard clit with the other hand.
“Ahhhh…,” she moaned.
And then it happened. The pinkie on her right hand grazed her asshole. It was a new and strange sensation. Jennifer had never touched herself there sexually, thinking it dirty and wrong somehow, but now she was curious.
Jennifer let her slick fingers explore the tightly puckered hole, touching and gently probing.
The feeling was hard to put into words, but it felt amazing.
Slowly, she pressed a finger against the tight orifice, forcing herself to relax.
Finally, her middle finger slid in. It was just the tip at first but the strange sensation had her craving more.
It wasn’t long before she was fucking her ass in earnest, pushing her finger deeper and deeper, as far as she could up her tight bum.
“Ohhh God…,” she moaned, the sound of her voice echoing around the room. She fucked her finger slowly at first, moving her hips to meet each thrust. With the other hand she continued to massage her swollen clit.
Jennifer flicked and teased the sensitive nub, sending tiny shockwaves through her body.
When she couldn’t take it any longer she pushed two fingers between her lips, sinking into her hungry pussy.
Jennifer was furiously fucking both her holes now. It was the most incredible feeling.
This amount of stimulation soon had her thrashing around, water sloping on the floor, but she didn’t care. She only had one goal; to fuck herself silly.
“Ohh…Ohh……fuuuck,” she whispered as she came hard, her asshole clamping around her probing finger.
Closing her eyes she let out a sigh. “Holy shit that was good,” she mumbled.
It took a few minutes for her heart rate to return to normal after such a powerful orgasm. As she lay there in the warm water, the contents of the package kept returning to her thoughts.
It really is a beautiful dress, she thought again. Nope, no way. She was going to stay right here and relax. But she kept thinking of the note. ‘Nine O’clock.’ What did that mean? Was someone coming here? Was she to be somewhere?
Jennifer’s curiosity had always gotten the best of her and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know what this was about.
She yawned as she stood up, soapy bubbles clinging to her naked body. The hot bath, wine and an unbelievable orgasm had her her feeling drowsy.
Drying off, she didn’t even bother with the robe and returned to the bed, staring at the box. She flipped open the lid and in that moment made her decision.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aj2euq/hidden_pleasures_chapter_1_fm_ff_mast_oral