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I got out of the car that the hotel had sent to meet me at the airport, I was glad that I had come back to this hotel. It was in a terrific location, as it was close to all the things I needed to visit on this trip. I walked in the front door and the first person that I saw was Terri, one of the concierges at the hotel. Terri had helped me with so many different things on my previous trips to London and I was sure it was her that had sent the car to pick me up, rather than me having to get a taxi from the airport.

“Ms. Alexander, it’s so good to see you back in London again. How long will you be staying with us this time?” she asked.

“Hello, Terri. It’s nice to see you again. I will be in London until Monday, when I will fly back home,” I replied.

“That will be great. Here is your room key and I will have your bags brought up shortly. Were you able to eat on the plane or should I have breakfast brought to your room?”

“Thanks, Terri. I ate on the plane after I woke up this morning and before we landed, but I could use a pot of tea if you don’t mind having one sent up,” I told her.

“Earl Grey as usual, or have you finally switched over to English Breakfast Tea?” Terri teased.

She knew that I preferred Earl Grey, but ever since I stayed at this hotel for the first time, she had been trying to get me to convert to English Breakfast Tea. Terri was one of those concierges that really tried hard to please the guests of the hotel. The hotel was already known for its fabulous service and Terri seemed to always take that service to the next level, at least for me.

After coming here for the past five years, Terri knew what I liked and what I didn’t like. She always seemed to make sure that I was taken care of, had the things in my room that I liked, and made sure to keep the things that I didn’t like away from me. Every time I checked out of the hotel, I made sure to leave her a nice tip for taking such good care of me.

So, here I was again, and I was sure she would go out of her way to make my stay as comfortable as possible. I went over to the ‘lift’ as they call elevators in London and headed up to my room. I had visited this hotel so often in the past five years that they always tried to give me the same room, which was my favorite. It had a beautiful four-poster, king-sized bed, a nice sitting area with a desk where I could work, and a bathroom to die for. The bathroom had a nice large soaking tub, a very large walk-in shower, the fluffiest towels I have ever seen in a hotel, and they always seemed to have my favorite soaps and shampoo in the shower.

The room was on the third floor of the hotel and was at the very front, with three large windows overlooking Kensington Gardens. The Daily Telegraph, the Wall Street Journal, and even a copy of my local paper from back in the States were always in my room. Over the years, Terri had discovered the magazines I liked to read, and the current editions were always in my room by the time I got there. There were three different bouquets of flowers in vases spread throughout the room, and fresh fruit in a bowl on the table at the foot of the bed.

Every morning, I received a call asking me when I wanted breakfast brought up, as I ate the same thing every morning. At night, when I returned to my room, there was always a bottle of white wine chilling in an ice bucket waiting for me. I loved my privacy, so I rarely ate in the restaurants, preferring to take my meals in my room, where I could work or read. The hotel was already known for its luxury, but for me, it was an ultra-luxury hotel since they constantly were going out of their way to take care of my wants and needs.

As I got up to my room, I went over to the windows and opened the drapes to let in the sunshine. It was one of those beautiful London mornings, with the sun shining brightly, flowers blooming and trees in full leaf. I stood staring out the window at Kensington Palace, wondering what royalty might be standing at their window looking in this direction. A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door, and I let in the bellman with my luggage. He didn’t even ask me where to put it as I had seen him here at the hotel many times before and he knew exactly where I liked my luggage set so that I could unpack easily.

“I hope you enjoy your stay here in London, Ms. Alexander, and be sure to let the hotel know if you need anything,” he said.

“Thank you, Peter,” I replied, as I thought I recognized him from previous visits and confirmed it by reading his name tag. I gave him a twenty and made a mental note to get my cash converted to British pounds. Peter let himself out as I moved over to where he had placed my luggage.

I opened my suitcase and took my toiletry bag out and moved it to the bathroom. I then began hanging some of my better clothes on hangers and hung them in the closet. I was unpacking my casual clothes when there was another knock at the door.

“One minute,” I called out, as I wanted to put the handful of things into the dresser. As I moved towards the door, I heard Terri on the other side of the door.

“I have your tea, Ms. Alexander,” Terri called out. I opened the door and let her in, and she walked over to the table at the end of my bed and set the tray with the teapot and cup. I noticed a cinnamon scone on the tray. “I brought you a scone just in case you needed a little bite to eat with your tea, Ms. Alexander,” she said.

“Thank you, Terri. I might just have to eat that scone as you know cinnamon is my favorite,” I told her. I walked over to the tray, put a sugar cube in the cup and poured the tea into the cup. I stirred the tea to dissolve the sugar and took a sip. “Now Terri, this is not Earl Grey, it’s English Breakfast Tea.”

“I know, Ms. Alexander. You know I am going to continue to try and convert you to a better tea for your breakfast.” She smiled as she said it.

I smiled back at her and told her it was fine, the cinnamon scone made up for her indiscretion with the tea. I asked her how busy the hotel was this week and she told me that it was relatively quiet this week, with very few guests. She asked me if there was anything she could do or get me right now.

I looked at her and told her, “Yes, I think there is in fact something you can do for me. How many years have I been coming to this hotel, Terri?”

“I believe you started staying with us about five years ago, Ms. Alexander, but I could certainly check the records to make sure,” Terri replied with a quizzical look on her face.

“I need you to do me a favor if you want me to continue staying here,” I told her, as I took a bite out of the scone.

“Ms. Alexander, I think you know that we go out of our way to take care of you, and over the years, we have learned what you like and don’t like and always try to make sure that we are prepared for your stay,” Terri replied. I could tell that she was a bit nervous, as my request had put her off, for a moment.

“Terri, if I am to continue to stay here and you are going to continue to dote over me like a Mother Hen, which I do enjoy by the way, you are going to need to stop calling me Ms. Alexander and just call me Brenda. I think we are to a point where we don’t need to be quite so formal anymore, and it would make me feel more relaxed and at home if you would do so. I have more interaction with you than anyone else in the hotel. If you want to continue to call me Ms. Alexander around your peers or in the lobby, I will understand, but when it is just the two of us, it’s Brenda, okay?”

“I will certainly try to accommodate you, Ms. Alexander, but you do understand that we have standards here at the hotel that we must follow, and we are to never refer to a guest by their given name,” Terri said.

“I understand and would never do anything that would get you in trouble or jeopardize your employment, but if it is just the two of us, please try to just make it Brenda. While I am a paying guest of the hotel, you and I have sort of moved past all that formality, don’t you think? I would prefer you just call me Brenda when it’s just the two of us,” I explained.

“Brenda, I certainly appreciate your candor and will do my best to honor your request. Will there be anything else for now?” Terri asked.

“No, thank you. As always, you and the hotel have done a phenomenal job of making me feel welcome and I am sure I will enjoy my stay here, as I always do. What is your schedule for the week while I am here, so I know whether to ask for you or not?” I inquired.

“I am off on Wednesday and Thursday and will be working the weekend but will be off next Monday when you leave us to go home,” Terri told me. “Janet will be working the day shift and Jerry is doing the evenings, tomorrow and Thursday, and they know that they are to take good care of you while you are here. They have a list of the things you like and don’t like. I believe Stephen, the hotel manager will be here all week, and you know you can always call him if you need anything at all,” she said, as she began moving towards the door.

“Thank you, Terri, I will probably need a car to take me to the Parliament building this afternoon around two. Do you have any plans for your day off?” I asked her.

“My husband and I are driving up to Liverpool after I get off work tonight to see his parents. His mother has been ailing and we are going to visit her for the two days that I am off work,” she told me.

This was a revelation as she had never said anything about being married before and she did not wear a wedding ring. I was tempted to ask a question to get a bit more information, but I did not want to embarrass her, so I let it pass. “Well, have a good trip and I will see you back at the hotel this weekend,” I told her.

“Thank you, Brenda,” she said. “I will be working the noon-to-midnight shift on Friday, so depending on your schedule, I might not see you until that evening. Enjoy your stay with us and enjoy London,” Terri said, as she moved to the door, opened it and left.

I sat down to finish my tea and scone before finishing unpacking. My plan was to change clothes and go over to Hyde Park to go for a jog, then come back to the hotel, get a shower, and then have the hotel drive me down to the Parliament building, where I had a meeting this afternoon.

The rest of my week went well, as the weather was very nice, and I had managed to continue my normal routine while in London. A jog in the morning, breakfast in my room, a shower, check in with friends back in the States via email, and then off to various locations around the city for meetings. I had lunch with whatever company I was visiting at the time, and then normally ate dinner in my room at night while I did a little work. Then I would catch up on the news of the day with the newspapers that were put in my room every day, call my sister and then get into bed and read until around midnight when I would turn out the light and go to sleep. It was no wonder the hotel was able to take care of me so well. You could almost set a clock to my routine, and it was almost the same thing at the same time every day, at least during the week.

As had been discussed when I checked in, I didn’t see Terri all week since she was taking some time off, but the other concierges had been taking great care of me. On Friday, when I got back to the hotel from my last meeting, I saw Terri at her familiar place in the lobby, talking on the phone. I waved at her as I walked by and went up to my room. Since it was Friday, I thought about going out somewhere to get a bite to eat and maybe take in a movie. I called down to the lobby after getting settled in my room and asked Terri to book me a table at the Blue Door Bistro and to get me a movie ticket to see Red Sparrow, the latest movie with Jennifer Lawrence. I asked Terri to have the car ready to drive me in a half hour as I wanted to change clothes. She replied that the car would be waiting outside whenever I was ready.

Since it was summer in London, I changed into a sundress and a pair of sandals and headed downstairs to my waiting car. As I passed Terri’s desk, I stopped and asked her, “You are off work at midnight tonight if I am not mistaken.”

She replied, “Yes, Ms. Alexander. You have a good memory.”

I said, “Can you have someone bring me a bottle of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc around 11:30 or 11:45? I will be up late tonight and would like to have a glass or two of wine.”

“Certainly, Ms. Alexander. If you are not back yet, I will have someone set it up in a bucket in your room at that time," Terri responded.

I went out the door, found the car and left for dinner and my movie. I enjoyed a delightful dinner with dessert and had a glass of wine with my meal. I then left the restaurant and went to the movie. While the movie was not really that good, I enjoyed watching Jennifer Lawrence and her nude scene in the movie. I had been a Jennifer Lawrence fan since her performance in Silver Linings Playbook and had secretly lusted after her ever since. After the movie, I headed back to the hotel feeling a bit horny after seeing Jennifer’s body in the movie. I was thinking of taking a leisurely soak in the tub when I got back and then enjoying a glass or two of wine as I relaxed in the room.

When I got back to the hotel and walked through the lobby, I did not see Terri at her normal station. I looked at my watch and it was 10:15 so I knew she was not off duty yet. I went to the elevator and rode up to my room. After entering my room, I stripped down and filled the tub with warm water and bubble bath and settled in for a nice soak. When I was done, I got out of the tub, dried off and put on my robe.

I was startled by a knock at the door and looked to see that the time was 11:30 and assumed it was my wine delivery. I got up and went to the door to let them in. When I opened the door, it was Terri standing there with a cart that had my wine chilling in an ice bucket. I noticed that she had also brought me some cheese, as well as some grapes.

I let her in, and she parked the cart just inside the door and proceeded to set everything up on the table that was at the end of my bed. There was a love seat there, where I quite often had my wine in the evening and Terri got everything set up for me. “Thank you, Terri, but now I have to ask you a large favor,” I said.

“Sure, Brenda, what can I get for you?” she replied, remembering that I had asked her to call me Brenda when it was just the two of us.

“Since it is almost midnight and you are about to go off duty, would you be kind enough to go back and get a second glass and come have a glass of wine with me?” I asked. It was a bold move, as I did not know whether she needed to get home to her husband right away or whether she might balk at spending time with a guest of the hotel.

“Brenda, I am not sure that is a good idea. I don’t think Steven, the hotel manager, would be too excited about me spending time with a guest of the hotel after hours,” she replied.

“Terri, I can understand that, but what you do on your own time is your business, and as I am a regular at this hotel, I don’t think Steven would have any problem with you continuing to curry favor with me so that I will continue to stay at your hotel,” I told her. “I just don’t feel like drinking alone this evening, and I thought it might be nice if we got to know each other in a less professional manner,” I said.

She said, “I'll tell you what. Let me go back downstairs and finish my shift as I have some paperwork to turn in. I will call my husband and let him know that I will be home later and will call him when I am on my way home, and I will get a second glass and come visit with you for a bit.”

I was so happy that she had agreed. I really was looking forward to a little company this evening before I went to bed. I have always liked Terri and thought it would be fun to get to know her as something other than the concierge of my favorite hotel in London. I told her, “Go do what you need to do and come back up. I will leave the door open and you can just come in when you get here. See you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you, Brenda, I will be back in a little while after I wrap up my day and call my husband,” Terri said.

She let herself out of the room, taking the cart with her. I walked over to the table to pour myself a glass of wine and happened to catch my reflection in the mirror. I blushed as I realized I had not tied my robe very tightly and that Terri had probably gotten a glimpse of me while she was here. That put a bit of a smile on my face as I tied the robe tighter and moved to the loveseat to sit down. I began pulling grapes off the stems and then cutting the cheese into slices to make it easier to eat.

At about 12:30, there was a knock at the door, but then Terri walked in since I left the door open for her. When she came down the short set of stairs that led from the door into my room, I immediately noticed that Terri now looked completely different. Normally, when she was working, her hair was up in a bun. Now, her hair was down, framing her face and she was wearing glasses. She looked even more attractive than when I had first noticed her when I started staying here. “Wow, you look different,” I said to her.

“Different good or different bad?” she asked, as she came over and stood next to me at the love seat.

“Oh, definitely good. Much more casual and relaxed. You always look nice and professional when you are working, but I like this look much better,” I responded. There had never been any discussion about my being bisexual, and I did not want her to think I was hitting on her, so I decided I better back off a bit. “I am glad you decided to come up and have a glass of wine with me. We’ve known each other for quite a while but it has always just been in a professional manner and it would be nice to get to know you a little better and maybe actually have a friend here in London when I visit,” I told Terri.

“Well, it is a bit unusual, but like you said, what I choose to do on my own time should not affect my work, and if spending time with you in a casual atmosphere causes you to continue to stay here, then that’s a good thing as well, I think,” she said with a smile.

“So, have a seat. Let me pour you a glass of wine and let's just talk until you feel you need to go home,” I told her.

Terri sat down as I poured her a glass of wine. She asked if she could take off her shoes as her feet were usually sore by the end of her shift after being on her feet all day. I told her to take them off and to make herself at home, laughing as I said it, since we were in a hotel.

We spent the next two hours chatting, laughing, and just having a good time with each other. I learned that she had been married for eight years, they had no children, and that her husband was an architect. They were generally happy in their marriage, but that she sometimes wished that things could be a bit more “passionate” as she put it. After her second glass of wine, she had loosened up a bit and we were conversing as if we had been friends for a long time. She found out that I had been divorced about a year ago after eighteen years of marriage and that I also had no children. I related to her that my ex-husband had grown jealous of my success in my business and that his fragile male ego couldn’t handle my accomplishments.

As we finished up the evening and she was getting ready to leave, she reached over and took my hand as she was putting her shoes back on. I guess she needed to hold on to me for balance and I happily took her hand. She stood and told me how much fun this had been and how nice it was to be able to speak freely about ‘things’ with someone that wasn’t so close to her as to be judgmental. I told her that I had really enjoyed myself and was so happy to see her in a more relaxed setting and that I thought that she was quite attractive with her hair down and in glasses. She blushed a bit as I said that and said that she better be going so her husband wouldn’t worry.

As she was walking to the door, I walked with her and asked her if she would be willing to have dinner with me on Sunday night as that would be my last night here before heading back home to the States. She said she would give it some thought and make sure her husband did not have plans for them that evening. I told her I thought that would be great and that I looked forward to seeing her the next day.

I opened the door for her, and she stepped out, but then turned back towards me and said, “Thanks, Brenda. This was fun and hope that we can be as good friends off hours as we are during business hours.”

I told her I liked that idea and hoped that she could work it out where we could have dinner together on Sunday night. She walked down the hall towards the elevator, and I found myself staring at her and admiring her as she walked away. When she got to the elevator, she pushed the down button and turned and was a bit surprised to see me still standing at the door. She gave me a bit of a playful wave and got in the elevator.

I closed the door, cleaned up a bit and got into bed. As I laid in bed, my thoughts went back to our conversation, how much I had enjoyed being with Terri and how attractive I thought she was with her hair down and in glasses. I soon found myself masturbating, thinking about Terri. As I enjoyed my orgasm, I found myself quite relaxed and easily went off to sleep.

I slept in on Saturday, but still did my normal routine in the morning. After everything was done, I went downstairs with the idea of going over to Hyde Park and walking around. Terri was at her desk but was talking on the phone. I waved and smiled as I went past, and Terri smiled back. I spent the day in the park walking around and enjoying the beautiful weather. I walked over to Harrod’s to do a bit of shopping and then walked back to the hotel.

When I got back to the hotel, Terri was already gone for the day and I told the concierge on duty that I would have dinner in my room and placed my order. I went up to my room, put on a pair of shorts and a tee and spent the rest of the evening relaxing.

On Sunday, I slept in again, but still got up and put on my shorts and a t-shirt, leaving the bra behind to go for my morning jog. One of the advantages of having small breasts is that you can go braless most anytime, even when running. I was hoping to run into Terri in the lobby this morning and was hoping that when I stopped to say good morning, she would notice that I was braless.

I finished getting ready and headed downstairs to the lobby and sure enough, Terri was on the phone at her desk. I walked by her and stopped, made a jogging motion and then moved towards the door, but not before noticing that Terri smiled and then looked down towards my breasts instead of just looking at my face. I headed out the door for my run with a big smile on my face and I could feel my nipples hardening up a bit.

After my run, I came back to the hotel and through the lobby but noticed that Terri was not at her normal station, so I just headed to the elevator and up to my room. I was a bit disappointed that I did not get to see Terri again and have the opportunity to tease her a bit again about being braless. I went up to my room, undressed and got in the shower.

While showering, I noticed that my nipples were very hard, and I had not even spent any extra time washing them. When I finished washing, I ran my hands back over my breasts to feel my nipples in the palms of my hands. I am both blessed and cursed to have very sensitive nipples that harden at the simplest provocation. I used one hand to continue to rub my nipples and breasts and let my left-hand slide down my tummy until it found its way between my legs. Upon reaching my pussy, I tucked a finger inside and found that I was already beginning to lubricate.

I sat on the seat in the shower and began to play with myself, closing my eyes and thinking back on how different Terri looked on Friday night with her hair down and with glasses on. I began fantasizing about what she might look like without her clothes on and what it might be like to share my bed with her. She always dressed very professionally, but it was obvious that she had a nice body and seemed to keep herself in good shape.

I found myself with a finger deep inside my pussy and had moved my other hand down to rub my clit. It did not take long for me to have an orgasm and I cried out as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I pulled my finger from my pussy and rinsed myself off one last time and got out of the shower.

I didn’t really have any plans for the day, and since I was going home tomorrow, I really did not have any work that needed to be done. I put on a pair of sweatpants with another tee and decided to forego wearing any underwear as I figured I would just hang out in my room. I knew that at some point, I would have to touch base with Terri to see if she was going to be able to join me for dinner and perhaps one of us would need to make a reservation for the evening.

I opened my laptop and spent the rest of the morning, reading emails and browsing the internet. When it got to be noon, I decided to call downstairs and order a salad for lunch and just eat in my room. I had decided to eat light as I had planned on a nice dinner tonight, whether Terri could join me or not.

I went back to my laptop and was looking around at different things. I was still feeling rather stimulated from my orgasm in the shower and was perusing videos of women being seduced by other women. I found one of my favorite videos on the subject and was watching the video while I slipped my hand inside of my sweats, gently rubbing my pussy. I was getting excited and knew it would not take me long before I had another wonderful orgasm, when there was a knock at the door.

I pulled my hand from my sweats, stood and straightened my clothes out a bit and went to the door. When I opened the door, Terri was standing there with a tray that obviously had my lunch on it.

“Hello, Brenda. I decided to bring your lunch up myself as it is a bit slow today,” Terri said. I opened the door wide and cautioned her about the stairs as she carried the tray down to the table in front of the loveseat. “Should I just sit the tray here, or did you want to eat at your desk?” she asked, while looking over at the desk.

It was then that I realized that I had not shut the computer down but had merely paused the video and that there were two sexy ladies engaged in a hot kiss on my computer screen. I told Terri that I thought I would just eat at the loveseat and moved to sit down. I asked her if she could stay for a few minutes, but she said she needed to get back downstairs.

“I did want to tell you that I spoke to my husband last night and told him that I was having dinner with a friend today after work and that we might go out afterward,” Terri told me, with a smile on her face. “I also told him that I did not know when we might be done and that since I probably would have wine with dinner that I would just spend the night at the hotel as I have done that in the past, when I had a late shift followed by an early one,” Terri said.

“That’s great,” I said, “Is there someplace that you would like to go tonight for dinner?” I asked.

“Well, that depends on you. Do you want a fancy dinner tonight or something more casual?” she asked me. As we were talking, I noticed that she kept glancing over at the computer screen and I did not know whether to be embarrassed or to burst out laughing.

“How about casual tonight? That way we can dress casually and there would be a higher probability of my getting to see you with your hair down and in your glasses again,” I responded.

“I see,” she said, looking at the computer screen one more time, but holding her gaze longer than merely a glance. “Well, how about if I make us a reservation, say for seven, and we can have Thomas drive us to the restaurant and anywhere else we decide to go after dinner,” she said, while looking at the computer screen.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry, I did not realize that I had left that on the computer screen. I am so embarrassed and now you must really be wondering about me,” I told her.

“Not really,” she said, looking back at me again. “I noticed you never had any dates that I could tell when you were in London, but never had the courage to ask about your situation,” she said while blushing.

“Well, I was going to tell you a bit on Friday night, but we never really got on that topic,” I began, “I am a bisexual woman and have been for a great number of years, including during my marriage. My husband knew and tolerated it, and it was never an issue for us or him. I was feeling a bit horny after my shower this morning and was watching a video when you knocked on the door,” I told her, wondering why I was giving Terri this much information.

“Don’t worry about it,” she told me. “I am not so naïve that I don’t know that those feelings exist for some people. I married Stan right after I graduated from college and he is only the second person that I have ever had sexual relations with, but I heard girls talking about being with other girls in college,” she said. “I guess I was always a bit curious as to what it was all about, but when I got married, those thoughts got put on the shelf,” she told me.

“I am still sorry that I left my computer screen on with that video there, and if you would feel uncomfortable having dinner with me tonight, I would certainly understand,” I told her.

“Absolutely not,” she said, “I feel very comfortable with you, and I think it would be great fun to have dinner with you and perhaps for us to actually become friends, even though we have a business relationship here at the hotel. Come down to the lobby at about 6:30 unless you hear otherwise, and we will go have dinner. Dress causal, and let’s just have a good time chatting like we did on Friday,” she told me.

When she got to the door, she turned and told me to just put the tray in the hallway and she would send room service up to pick it up later. “Oh, and by the way, thanks for sharing about your bisexuality with me. It conveys a level of trust that we have with each other, and I find it quite charming that you enjoy both men and women. See you at 6:30,” as she opened the door and left.

I sat there on the loveseat thinking back over the conversation with Terri and wondering if perhaps I had told her too much. She said she was comfortable with it, but was that Terri the concierge talking or Terri, a possible friend talking? It was then that I realized that my nipples were as hard as nails and were poking through my tee to the point that there would have been no way that Terri could have missed seeing them. I also realized that I was extremely wet between my legs and decided that the salad would just have to wait a few minutes as I moved back to my laptop to finish my video.

Later, I stood at the closet, staring at clothes, trying to figure out what I should wear tonight. Part of me said sexy, to see what might happen, and the other part of me said subdued so I did not scare Terri away and risk our friendship, as well as our business relationship here at the hotel. I decided on another sundress that would be a bit flirty but also could be construed as a nice summer evening dress. To that end, I did decide to go without panties for the evening and this dress would not work with a bra either, so I went braless.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, making sure that I was comfortable, but at the same time a bit flirty. The sundress had buttons at the top, and if things got interesting, I could un-button a button or two to see if Terri noticed or not. It was not my intention to try anything with Terri this evening, but at the same time, it could be fun to flirt with her a bit and see how she responded.

At 6:30, I made my way to the lobby, wondering how the evening would go. When I got there, I looked around and did not see Terri anywhere. I asked the girl at the front desk where Terri was and she replied that she was outside in the car, waiting for me. I walked outside to find that the Bentley was parked in front and the driver was holding the door open for me. I stepped out to the car and got in, letting my sundress ride up my legs as I got in the car. Terri was already in the car, apparently texting someone on her phone.

When she was done, I remarked, “The Bentley…going all out, I see.”

“Well,” she replied, “This is a special occasion. As you know, it’s rather unheard of for a member of the staff to socialize with a guest, but I explained the situation to Steven and he suggested the Bentley, and I was not going to turn him down.”

“Miss Terri,” Thomas, the driver said as he got into the front seat, “Are we still going to the Pub?”

“Yes, Thomas,” Terri replied, “Our reservation is at 7pm so we should have plenty of time to get there.”

I looked over at Terri and I am sure the surprise registered on my face. Here this woman that had always dressed impeccably professional until the other night, was wearing a nice pair of shorts, a scoop neck casual top, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing her glasses. I also noticed that she was wearing a pair of cute sneakers that had pictures of Mickey and Minnie Mouse on them.

Before I could speak, she leaned up and pulled the privacy window closed. She leaned back and said, “No reason for Thomas to have to listen to us gab about. Let’s just let him wonder what we might be talking about.”

Again, having rarely been in the Bentley, I had never noticed the glass panel before and noticed that there was even a blackout panel that could be pulled over the glass panel so that not only could the driver not hear what was going on, they would not be able to see what was going on in the backseat—an observation I filed away for another time.

“Terri, I have to admit you look lovely, and what a dramatic change from your normal attire when I see you working at the hotel,” I said.

“Well, we did say a casual dinner and it should be warm this evening, so I just decided to really go casual. I hope I look okay and you won’t mind being seen in public with me,” she said.

“Are you kidding?” I offered. “If I saw you in public like that and did not know you, I would definitely try to flirt with you,” I told her.

“You would flirt with me?” she asked. “I don’t think another woman has ever flirted with me, or at least that I knew about. I guess it’s possible that they might have flirted with me and I did not even recognize it. My husband loves it when guys flirt with me or show an interest. I think it strokes his ego to know that another man finds his woman attractive,” she told me.

“Well, I would not be a bit surprised if both men and women tried flirting with you tonight, as you look quite sexy,” I told her.

I could tell that my words had quite an effect on her, as Terri just leaned back and smiled, as well as crossed her legs in my direction. We made small talk the rest of the way to the restaurant. When we arrived at the restaurant, we got out on her side of the car. As I moved across the seat, I had a delicious idea as she was standing on the sidewalk looking back at me. As I started to get out of the car, I swung one leg out of the car effectively spreading my legs with my dress moving up my thighs. Terri continued to look at me and I can’t believe that she wouldn’t have realized that I was not wearing panties.

When I was out of the car, she told Thomas that she would page him when we were ready to be picked up. As we started into the restaurant, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I saw that.” As we continued into the restaurant, I took her hand in mine and we walked in, holding hands. She smiled at me and we went in to claim our table.

The specialty of the house was fish and chips, as supposedly the restaurant had been written up many times as having the best chips in London. We both ordered the specialty along with a beer and continued our chatting. We both had a second beer and after she finished hers, she excused herself to use the loo.

When she came back, she plopped herself back into the booth and I could see her little breasts bouncing under her top. I was wondering if she was getting a bit buzzed, but she ordered another beer for herself and seemed to be in control of herself. We continued talking and were having a great time together. I thought I would take things to another level and I slipped my sandal off my foot and ran my foot up her calf. Her eyes got wide and she looked at me rather sheepishly. I winked at her and asked her if she was alright.

She answered that she was fine and asked whether I was about ready to head back to the hotel. I told her that was up to her and I continued to run my foot up and down her leg. She was looking around to see if anyone could see what I was doing but I was using my inside foot and was confident that no one could see us. She caught the eye of the waiter and mouthed that she wanted the check.

“When you came back from the loo and sat back down, I could see your breasts hopping around in your top,” I told her. “When the waiter comes back with the check, you should act like you're hot and blow cool air down your top and let him get an eyeful," I baited her. Sure enough, the waiter started over with the bill and Terri pulled the scoop top out and was acting like she was blowing down inside of her top. The waiter stopped at the table but did an immediate double-take as he could obviously see down the front of Terri’s top.

He walked away and Terri started giggling like a young schoolgirl. “Do you think he saw anything?” she asked.

“Based on his reaction, I would say he had a lovely view, and now I am jealous,” as I reached across and took the check. As I looked for my credit card to pay the bill, I deliberately ran my foot up Terri’s calf and on to her thigh. She looked at me with big eyes and just smiled, but I could tell it was turning her on as I could make out her nipples hardening under her shirt.

“Let’s get out of here before I completely lose control of myself,” Terri said. I told her I was going to go to the loo and would sign the bill when I got back so we could leave right away. When I got back from the loo, I could tell that Terri was a bit antsy and perhaps in unfamiliar territory, playing around like this in public. I took my receipt and asked her if she was ready to go. We got up and this time she took my hand and we headed for the door.

I assumed she had paged Thomas while I was in the restroom as he was waiting at the curb as we came out and was holding the back door open but looking up the street. Terri suggested I get into the car first and winked at me, so I made sure she got another nice look as I got in one leg at a time and slid over. She got in, Thomas closed the door and walked around to drive us back to the hotel.

As we started back to the hotel, Terri scooted over closer to me and asked me, “Were you flirting with me in the restaurant?”

“What if I was?” I asked her.

“I think I told you that I have never had any thoughts about being with another woman, but you were driving me crazy in the restaurant and I was getting so turned on,” she told me.

“So, what now?” I asked her, deliberately not saying much and wanting to see what she was thinking.

After asking her what now, she smiled, leaned over and kissed me very gently on the lips. I was somewhat surprised by her actions as I thought our flirting had just been good fun but didn’t really think anything would come of it. After kissing me, she leaned back with a quite devilish look on her face and told me that she was incredibly wet between her legs.

I told her that I was happy that I had that kind of effect on her and asked what she thought about kissing a girl. She told me she wasn’t sure what to think about it, but that my lips were very soft and that kissing me was definitely different than kissing her husband.

Terri was rather quiet on the ride back to the hotel, so we did not talk much. I did catch her glancing over at me from time to time and I was wondering what she was thinking. Having Terri kiss me was a wonderful surprise, but I still did not want to push anything unless I was sure that Terri would be receptive.

When we arrived at the hotel, Thomas opened my door because the hotel was on my side of the car. I got out of the car and Terri slid across the seat and got out as well. She thanked Thomas for being so attentive this evening and that she would see him again soon. We walked into the hotel together, and Terri stopped at her desk to see if she had any messages. She then walked me in the direction of the elevators but stopped before we got there.

“Thank you for asking me to join you for dinner this evening, Ms. Alexander, I had a wonderful time. I hope that I see you in the morning before you leave for the airport, but everything is arranged to take you to the airport when you are ready,” she told me. “Since we had a late night and I drank alcohol, I will be staying at the hotel tonight rather than driving home,” she said. “Thank you for staying with us and I hope that you will stay with us here again the next time you come to London,” Terri said.

With that, she turned and walked down the hall, presumably to the room that she uses when she spends the night. I walked to the elevator to go up to my room, confused and wondering what had gone wrong.