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I was surprised to see Mark had left his BMW at home and was driving
Linda's violet coloured Toyota but when I thought about it, I decided it
was a better choice for two ladies heading off for a weekend.
Mark concentrated on his driving until we were out on the Motorway then
turned to me looking slightly embarrassed.
"There's been a bit of a hitch with our accommodation."
"How so?" I asked with a touch of concern.
"Well the hotel rang me earlier this morning and told me that they had
double booked some rooms."
"Okay, so how does this affect our plans?"
"Both the rooms that we were supposed to occupy had already been booked
for this weekend and they need to honour that booking" he continued.
"Anyhow they offered a possible solution which I hope will be okay with
you."
Wondering where this was all going I asked, "What's this possible
solution?"
"We have been offered the use of a premium suite at the price of a
single room."
He glanced at me, assessing my reaction.
I pondered this new information for a few moments before asking, "Does
this suite have two single beds?"
"Umm" he paused for a moment, "not really, in fact it only has a queen
sized bed."
"I see," I replied.
"Well there is a sofa that I could probably sleep on."
I reached across and took his hand in mine, I squeezed it gently before
telling him, "That won't be necessary I am sure we can manage nicely in
the bed."
A smile spread across his face as he replied, "I do believe we can."
He took my hand and placed it on his thigh. The weekend was evolving
into something unexpected and the thrill of anticipation ran through my
body.
Two hours later we stopped off at a small and secluded park, where on
the banks of a bubbling stream, we set down our picnic blanket and
basket. I opened a Baby Cham and we shared it toasting our adventure.
Sitting there with our skirts spread out around us nibbling our ham and
cheese croissants and sipping our glasses of champagne with the dappled
sunshine filtering through an oak tree, life seemed perfect.
"Does it get much better than this?" asked Mark as he re-arranged his
skirts.
I smiled at him. "I don't recall any time I've been as happy as this, in
some ways I hope it doesn't end."
"Could you imagine living a life in dresses, maybe becoming a housewife
waiting each evening for your husband to come home from the office,
greeting him at the door with his favourite drink."
"That would depend on the husband you had in mind," I answered before
continuing,
"What about becoming a full-time live-in maid?"
"I suppose we can only dream, but its time to get back on the road."
Just as I had set out the picnic and served everything, I was left to
pack it all up as Mark wandered off towards the car.
The hotel was located close the coast but some distance from the major
road that passed it, access was via a single lane road lined with high
hedges. Only glimpses of the buildings were possible as we drove up the
laneway. We passed a sign at one point stating the hotel was not open to
the public and only confirmed guests were allowed past that point.
We drove into the car park where several cars were in the process of
being unpacked most of the guest were in dresses, some were obviously
male, others much less so and in many cases only small clues gave them
away. Most still moved like men seeming awkward with their high heels.
Not that any of this mattered to me as long as everyone enjoyed
themselves.
We found a trolley and stacked our bags on it, it was an impressive pile
and about four times the size of our usual amount. We joined the group
slowly making its way towards the reception desk. Chatting with other
also checking in, we discovered that the entire hotel was booked out for
our group and that for these weekends the casual staff they bring in
are also CD/TV.
The manager was at the reception desk looking very smart in a black two
piece suit worn over a white pintucked blouse with a lace collar. He
apologised for the confusion over our booking telling us they had left a
small gift in our suite.
We were then shown to our room by a maid dressed in a traditional Black
and White uniform, his name tag said "Lucy." As we entered the small
lift, Lucy told us that he always worked on these special weekends. "You
get to meet so many people with the same interests as you." The lift
made slow progress, but then it had been around a lot longer than any of
us. We emerged on the 3rd floor, where Lucy lead us down a short
corridor finally stopping in front of a door, on the door a sign
proclaimed it to be the "Queen's Suite." "No pun intended." he said as
he ushered us into our room. There was a central sitting room with a
small bar at one end, at the other a large bedroom containing a Queen
sized canopied bed. A door led from the bedroom into a bathroom which
contained among other things, a spa bath built for two. Lucy drew back
the drapes to reveal a magnificent panorama out over a large bay guarded
by two headlands which soared several hundred feet at their tips.
"I never get tired of this view," he said, "I am sure you will enjoy it
as well."
Once he had completed showing us all the features of the room, he dipped
into a small curtsey and wished us a very pleasant stay.
"I wonder if we could get a job here," said Mark with a grin.
"We could always ask," I replied, "I doubt the staff accommodation is up
to the same standard as this room though."
Sitting on a side table beside a large bunch of roses, sat a bottle of
French Champagne and a box of handcrafted chocolates, the card with it
said "With the compliments of Management."
There was also a program of events for the weekend, which informed us
that there would be a meeting at 5:30pm where the schedule of activities
would be explained and any questions or problems could hopefully be
dealt with.
After the meeting there would be cocktails in the lounge bar, naturally
"Cocktail Dress" was requested.
I suggested to Mark that we should unpack and put our things away and
once that was done we should run our baths and start dressing for the
evening, we would wear our cocktail dresses to the meeting so we could
proceed directly to the bar when it finished.
It didn't take long to put our things away and hang our dresses in the
closet, the shelf in the bathroom was covered with our shampoos,
conditioners and most of our makeup.
Once done I turned to Mark and asked, "Angela, would you mind unzipping
me."
He stood behind me the skirts of our dresses merging and slowly pulled
the zip down before drawing my dress up and over my head leaving me
standing in my bra and petticoats.
"My turn now," he said as he turned around and faced away from me.
A moment later I'd lifted the dress off and he too stood there in his
bra and petticoat. This was the first time we had seen each other in our
underwear and for a moment we stood still gazing at each othe. Mark then
moved forward and embraced me, I hugged him and we pressed together
feeling each other's bodies through the silky fabrics, we moved gently
and felt the ease with which our garments slid over each other. Then
our lips came together and softly brushed across each other, I felt and
tasted his lipstick. The next kiss was full of passion; we pressed our
bodies' even closer, desire surged through me as I felt his tongue start
to probe my lips.
Then a hand moved down towards my thigh and I realised that as much as I
wanted this I was not ready, I broke the embrace saying, "Not now
Darling."
Mark looked disappointed as we parted, "Yes! of course you're right,
later."
As I left him sitting on the sofa and headed off to take my bath and get
dressed for the evening, I knew that I would surrender to him this
evening.
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