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Z : New HorizonsChapter 27: Clark Hargrave free porn video
After Sid left I dried myself completely then put on my skirt and a simple blouse. I totally forgot my bra. I called housekeeping requesting a maid. “No problem at all. Please send a maid.”
A maid arrived in 2 minutes thinking problem. I asked for fresh towels and the bed made up as if no one had been here. “Yes ma’am.” I gave her $40 for her trouble. “Thank you so very much, ma’am.” The maid was done in 5 minutes. I’m sure she was thinking hooker. An extremely cute polite little hooker.
Oh yes, the second guy, Clark Hargrave, wanted me to enter his room as a slut. That’s not exactly the easiest thing to do in a high-end hotel. I would be coming back and MUST NOT be seen as a street hooker. Yet that’s what Clark wanted.
After the maid left I put on flats and looked for the stairwell. I was in luck it was only 6 meters from his door. I assured myself that I could exit the stairwell.
I relaxed in one of the comfy chairs for 10 to 15 minutes. At 10:30 I started thinking. “I’m free until Clark at 19:30. Damn, I’m going to have to buy my own lunch.” I put on my most padded bra leaving my top blouse button open as a little tease.
I went for a walk. I get some exercise in bed but I miss the treadmill. I needed to walk. I passed a number of shops. Nothing looked interesting. Then I saw a billboard advertising the Island Hofbräuhaus. I got out my cell. I could walk in 50 minutes. I bought a bottle of water and started walking. There was almost no line inside when I arrived. I ordered corned beef, string beans, and red potatoes. It came with Jello. And a drink. I ordered lemonade.
I set my tray down. I wanted a glass of Insel Deutsch Bier. It’s made here on the island by a retired German Meister Bierhersteller. Long story but tl;dr He got bored doing nothing, found a brewpub, and started making beer by German beer purity standards. The brewpub had to expand to meet the demand for his Insel Deutsch Bier.
It was the same “very good local beer” that Ed mentions in his guest introductions.
I walked back through a park mostly killing time until my next appointment.
My appointment was 19:30. At 19:10 I entered the hotel bar ordering a large coke with a little rum. I drank most of it, left $20 under the glass, and went to the lady’s room. There I put on eye makeup. Likely less than a street whore might use. But still too much for my taste. I exited the lady’s room and took the elevator to the sixth floor. I entered the stairwell. Time 19:25.
Now out of sight, I put my blouse and panties in my purse. I pulled up my skirt just over my bra. I sent a text. “I am close. 10 seconds from your door. Please be ready to open it for me.”
Text response: I’m by the door now.
Extra bright red lipstick on. Stairwell door open. Nobody in hallway. Good. I knocked gently. The door opened. (My keycard was ready in case there was a problem.)
He closed the door. I said, “Clark, it’s good to see you in person again. You look better than your picture on the Towering Palms website.” Then I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. Then said, “In case it matters you might want to keep my lipstick off your clothes.”
“Miss Kimi, It’s good to see you in person again. I am still considering making appointments with some of the other server girls. But you were the highlight of my time at the Founder’s lunch.”
I pulled a tissue from my purse. As he used it wipe off my lipstick I reached down and pulled my bra out from under my seriously hiked-up skirt. I left the bra on a chair. Another tissue removed most of my excessive lipstick.
Clark pulled me up for another kiss and in the process discovered I was not wearing panties. He wanted to fuck me now. I could tell because he pulled his zipper down and started reaching inside. “Mr. Hargrave! Not so fast. Let’s look at our time together as a delicious meal. This is the time for appetizers.” I pulled my skirt with its elastic waistband down around my waist. I put his hands on my little tits.
He seemed to enjoy that. He bent down to kiss where his hands were. I asked for a moment to make kissing easier. I stood on my 22 cm high step stool. That put my tits at a much better height for kissing. It would have been a better height match with my heals on but they were with my things in the closet.
While he was enjoying my tits I asked, “About when do you want an actual food type dinner?”
He chuckled when he said, “Actual Food? Soon. But first, your little appetizers need more attention.”
While enjoying my exposed breasts he put a hand on my kitty. “Fingers flat, please. No fingers inside until after we eat actual food.” He followed instructions like a good boy.
Clark announced, “I made a 20:00 reservation in the hotel’s premium dining room. I asked for a very private table.”
I said, “I will get dressed for dinner. Let’s be a man with a lady dinner guest as if we were family friends.” I put my padded bra back on. Let’s have at least some cleavage. I wore my go-to-classy-dinner top along with the skirt I was still wearing. Then I took my panties out and asked if I should put them back or on.
“Oh please put them back.”
Depending on how private “a very private table” is my lack of panties could be a lot of fun. There was no way it could be as much fun as SU’s wild side dining area. But its forbidden, must not be caught, aspect adds much to the fun side of sexy touching.
Our table was in a VERY private booth. The dining area had at least 4 booths like ours. It was dark - might have been as many as 8 booths. The booths had 3 solid walls and a full-length curtain. We were told to open the curtain slightly when we wanted service. Or we could use a call button on the table. That call button device had a light saying “your food is ready”. A second button signaled we are ready for our food.
At least one other booth was occupied. I could hear voices from another booth but could only understand a few words. My steak was tender and delicious. I had steamed rice and stir fry vegetables. I’ll try to get our cook, Randy Robert, to make something like this when I get back to SU.
The fun part of lunch was all the erotic touching we did with the curtain closed. Our tablecloth hung to the floor. I was brave enough to remove my skirt. I allowed Clark to butter my pussy. I allowed no penetration with fingers buttered or not. He pulled his dick out. Covering his pants with a napkin I rubbed his dick with a buttered hand. Gently as not to get him off at the table.
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