To London

Niemira and Morgane are waiting for you in the hallway when you’re finally ready. Morgane is in her sexy chauffeur outfit, a blue blouse, a black blazer, a short black skirt, black stockings, but sensible shoes, and a chauffeur’s hat. You appreciate it but wonder why she does it. You’ve never fucked her in the outfit. Maybe you should. Maybe later. You hand her your suit in its suitbag and your other bag.

Niemira is in a simple outfit of a white top and a blue skirt. She looks immaculate. You’d say she’s spent a lot of effort, but you’ve seen her when she’s been fucked silly, and she looks immaculate then also. She’s one of those girls whose always stylish and elegant, regardless of what she’s wearing. Yes, she had her hair done yesterday, but she’s only done the basics of her makeup. If she turned up to the premier as she looks now, she’d already outshine most of the other women there. You can’t wait to see her in her new dress, with her makeup complete.

Morgane drives you to the Savoy in the Bentley, your go-to car when you want to look important. You and Niemira sit in the back. You can see the excitement in her. You hold her hand and squeeze it reassuringly. When she looks your way, you smile at her. Her smile back is broad and filled with her anticipation. Part of you wants to throw your arms around her and cuddle more confidence into her, but you know if you start down that route, you’ll end up having sex in the back of the car. You’ve always struggled to control your impulses around Niemira. She just drives you wild, more so than any of your other girlfriends.

An hour later you’re at the Savoy. The doorman helps Morgane unload the car while you and Niemira check in. The girl on check-in welcomes you back. You remember her from the last time when it was Morgane by your side. A page carries your bags to your usual suite.

You let Niemira explore the rooms while you open the windows and unpack the bags. She’s checking the bathroom, especially the shower, then she’s looking at the main room, and finally she’s in the bedroom, testing the response of the bed. You sit in the main room and check your emails and messages.

Niemira returns from her explorations with a big smile on her face. You pat your lap, and she almost skips in her haste to get to you. She sits down and cuddles up to you. You kiss. She almost melts into your arms as you continue kissing her. Your hands slip down her back to fondle her ass. Her hands roam your body as your tongues entwine. One of her hands starts unbuttoning your shirt. You stop her.

“I can’t wait until tonight,” she tells you.

“Neither can I. But if we start now, I won’t be able to stop, and we’ll miss our meal and the movie.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Yes, but the guys at Marvel are paying me for my assessment of their movie, and I can’t do that if I haven’t seen it.”

She pouts. But you can see it’s only play acting. You slap her ass and tell her to get settled and then get ready. You’re just amazed that you managed to act so mature.