There was something oddly appealing to Betty about her driver, his silence wasn't empty but relaxing, his face was weathered and his scowl caused a squint, but she caught a sparkle in his eyes when his gaze shifted in her direction. She suspected he had adopted the scowl many years ago for affect and it had stuck, but his eyes could not hide his sweet soul.
By the time they reached The Hudson Hotel lobby Betty's dress was crumpled, her hair had still not dried and in the day's humidity, she wondered if it ever would, the air-conditioning in the lobby shocked her damp skin and caused her nipples to harden and protrude. The driver pointed to an area of low couches and told her to wait, he sauntered over to the reception. As she watched him comfortably talk to the lithe, androgynous receptionist, she began to form another opinion of her chauffeur, his clothes where scruffy and his face unshaven, but he wasn't cheap; his flip flops were dusty but leather they looked like nice quality although she couldn't make out the brand, his chinos looked soft and worn and his button down shirt which had seen better days was indeed tailored of fine cloth, perhaps Italian. The receptionist handed him a room key, she glanced over at Betty, he expression deadpan. Betty felt translucent, her gig was up, her curves more exaggerated in contrast to the skinny, stone faced bitch reading her mind, she faked a smile and joined her driver as he beckoned her to.
Betty trusted Oliver, when all logic told her not to her gut told her otherwise, yet she didn't want her driver to leave, he opened the door to a large suite, comfortable leather chairs and wood paneled walls warmed the modern space. “I'm sorry I didn't think to bring money to tip you, what's your name?” He laughs and places the room key card on a table near the door “Enjoy your stay Miss.”
Staring down at the pillow, Betty's mind wanders off to the pile of dirty dishes she left sitting in the sink, the coffee pot she left sitting on the hot plate and the wet clothes that never made it from the washer to the drier. She rolls over and sits up, kicks off her heels, pulls her knees toward her chest and wraps her arms around her legs. “How long are you planning on keeping me Oliver?” “You came of your own free will, you are free to leave anytime Betty.” His confidence is alluring, she uncouples her fingers and slides herself down the bed, her skirt riding up to her underwear she reaches her arms behind her head and grabs the pillow on each side, she turns her head to one side burying half her face in the pillow, with her back gently arched she thrusts her pussy into the air, beckoning him to advance toward her. She makes a little groan, breathes in deeply the buttons on her dress pull tighter still. “You must have imagined me thinner?” She laughs. “I think my image of you was fairly accurate, undo some buttons Betty if the dress feels too tight.” One by one Betty unbuttons her dress until she reaches the sash tied loosely around her waist, she concentrates hard to untie the knot without appearing flustered and then continues undoing the rest of the buttons until the dress falls completely open.
“Betty, you are a thing of beauty” “Stop it” she says smiling, her right hand tucks in between her clenched thighs and her left hand wraps around her neck, her bent arm hiding her breasts. “When will you see yourself the way I see you?” Pleading with him, “I'm so turned on Oliver, when will you come join me?” Betty can only imagine how wet she would feel if she were to slide her finger between her labium, she resists the urge in the hope that Oliver will feel for himself this time.
“Soon, first you have to get the door.” Her tummy flips at the idea he is outside the room a few feet away, then she hears the knock and although she is sure he has been watching her through a camera from another room she is now concerned again with her appearance. “Room service” a female voice is heard from outside saying, Betty's heart sinks “There is a robe in the closet by the door Betty” “I thought it was you at the door” she says pouting her lips. “Like I said, soon.” Betty grabs the robe from the closet and opens the door to a stunning young woman, with olive skin and gleaming long dark hair wearing a traditional maid's uniform, she smiles sweetly at Betty and confidently pushes the cart over to a small round mahogany table. She places a champagne bucket containing a bottle of Rug, two champagne flutes (he wasn't kidding about having fine taste in beverages), a box of Valrohna chocolate truffles and a plate covered with a silver domed cover. May I open the bottle for you Mademoiselle? She says in a distinct French accent, she sounds as good as she looks. “And will there be anything else?” No thank you. Betty lifts off the plate cover and reveals a purple silk blind fold and a neatly wound length of red silk ribbon, she bursts out laughing. You are the sexiest man on earth. Would you trust me if I blindfolded you?” he asks with a chuckle. “Yes Oliver I would trust you.”
Betty picks up her champagne flute, she has had fine wine and good champagne but this was her first tate of Krug, she takes a sip and lets the bubbles gently dance on her tongue, without warning Betty is jolted back to two days earlier when she had looked on the shelves at the Stop and Shop for Blue Mountain coffee that Oliver had spoken so highly of, silly Oliver she thought he got the wrong color mountain as she reached for a bag of Green Mountain house blend coffee off the shelf sitting close to the starbucks variety she usually bought. After making a pot later that day and thinking how it wasn't that special, she considered perhaps there is a Blue Mountain coffee afterall, maybe this was even a clue as to his hometown, could be a local coffee and sitting at her computer she googled it. YIKES! $125 for a bag of coffee! Reading this Betty came close to spitting the mouthful of green mountain out at the shock of it, she could not contain her laughter, the idea that a bag of coffee could cost $125, the idea that anyone would pay that and the idea that she thought he was color blind was altogether hilarious. And now sipping champagne she didn't dare to consider the value of, she was close once again to spraying the room with it, she quickly swallowed and then allowed herself to laugh out loud. “Betty, everything ok?” “Yes it's beautiful, I don't know why I'm laughing.” “How is the champagne?” “It's really lovely, you should come and have some with me.” “I will, take it to the bed and bring the blind fold with you.”
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