suite surrender part III
by Michele Christopher
the hot water runs into the bathtub as i take my glasses off and set them next to the sink.
i reach down and grab the heel of my left boot. i pull it off and toss it through the bathroom doorway and into the suite. i do the same with the other boot. i unbutton the top button on my jacket, then the second and third. i slip off the jacket revealing the black lace bra and let the jacket fall to the floor. unzip the side zipper on the pants and coax them off leaving them lie on the white tile next to the jacket.
i stand in front of the mirror in the matching bra, thong, garter belt and stockings. i look good for thirty four. damn good. i twist slightly to check my ass in the mirror. thank god for the gym. i would've died for this full ass in high school. god gave me everything just a bit too late. or right on time, depending on how you're looking at it.
i prop my foot on the toilet to unclasp my left stocking from the garter. first front, then back. i slide the stocking down my full, toned calf and off the heel and down the pointed toe. i switch feet and do the same with the right. the stockings pile on top the clothes and then the garter.
the mirror steams up from the bath water so that my figure is barely visible.
i bend over the tub and the tap squeaks three times as i turn off the hot water. facing the tub i reach behind my back to unclasp the bra and i let it fall to the floor. i bend over and slip off the panties, straighten up and let them slide off my finger and drop onto the floor.
i step into the tub and breathe a sigh of relief as my ass and then back ease into the hot bubbly water.
i relax and let the possibility of what is to happen slide into my mind. however this evening works out will be amazing. there is no bad choice. this has been a long time coming. all the players are in peak performance, no ties, no lies. the evening stretches out before me in all it's splendor and if i weren't in the tub i would be able to feel the wetness between my legs. you never have to guess when i'm excited.
i look down at my tits. again, they look fucking fantastic for my age. shit, for any age. thank god i never changed my full b's. they still sit just as high as ever. i brush the suds away to get a better look. it's chilly on the top side of the water so my nipples are in perfect form. quarter sized areolas tilted ever so slightly outward. pencil eraser sized nipples. odd comparison, but that's what they look like. ticonderoga dixon ends. perfect.
kali writes daily at Kalipornia Sux and is a big proponent of overtipping bellboys