by Sophie Pert
In all my years of bluster and bumble I had never seen someone so thoroughly and naturally in power. So at ease with it.
The doors dinged open and we both exited. He led me down a hall lit with tastefully muted lighting and straight to the door of his room.
We stepped inside and once more I felt myself aghast at the opulence. The hotel suite was enormous, with an entrance area, lounge and at least a few rooms leading off of that. Everything was subtly understated but absolutely elegant, rich colors and even richer fabrics. Even the floral bouquet on the table seemed on another level from anything I had seen before.
And the view, oh my the view. We were looking out over the bay, higher up than I could remember being in a long time. It felt isolated somehow, like the sight we were seeing wasn’t natural or real. Like right here and right now we were alone atop the world staring out over all of existence.
I heard a chuckle from behind me and looked. Alex was leaned up against the wall watching me take it all in. He was obviously amused by how much it had clearly impressed me.
I blushed and smiled sheepishly.
“Yeah I know,” he said easily, tossing his keys onto a side table, “It is really amazing. The best part is the jacuzzi. That you have to see come on.”
He walked over to one of the doors and opened it up.
The room beyond it was more than just a bathroom. It took up the corner of the building and was enormous.
There was the usual shower and sinks and all of that but there was also the jacuzzi. Elevated in the corner of the room it was enormous and inviting. It had a series of steps leading up to it and seemed to call to me.
And the windows.
They were floor to ceiling, giving a beautiful view of the whole city laid out before you like glittering crystal towers.
“One way glass,” he said, anticipating my question before I could ask it, “You can see out but they can’t see in.”
I nodded slightly in response, unable to really form words and concentrating only on keeping my mouth from falling open.
“You can take a bath if you’d like,” he said, just as easy as everything else, “I mean I’m not trying to get you naked or anything or do anything untoward. And I’m not trying to suggest you need a bath or anything I’m just... The bath is really nice. I really can’t stress enough how nice it is. It’s just kinda something everyone should try once.”
He smiled sheepishly.
“I’d like that,” I said quietly, smiling back and stifling a giggle at him fumbling over his words.
“Okay,” he said, his grin getting even bigger, “Well towels are there and shampoo and conditioner and soap and everything. You’ll figure it out. I’ll give you some privacy.”
He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.
I was alone in the big bathroom, and it all felt a little overwhelming to me. Which was odd.
I should be used to this, should be familiar with this kind of life. I had the money to have this, the power to command it. But it was just a luxury I had denied to myself and to have it like this… In this body…
But that wasn’t all of it.
Truth was there it was Alex that put me at ill-ease. There was something about him, something genuine, that I hadn’t seen in a very long time. When he spoke to me, when he looked at me, when he helped me. He was doing it out of the good of his own heart.
That was why people were drawn to him, why I was drawn to him. That was how he commanded respect.
In this world of shallow power his was a true power, one of loyalty the likes of which I hadn’t seen in a very long time.
I didn’t know how to react to it.
So I locked up and got shy, got overwhelmed, didn’t know where to look or what to do with myself. All of the opulence overwhelmed me, that much was true. But the truth was that Alex overwhelmed me far more.
I felt something stirring deep inside of me that I hadn’t felt in a very long time, and it wasn’t just to do with this body.
Sure I was drawn to him in this form, but if I had been myself I think I would have been drawn to him anyways. More to the point I think I wouldn’t have seen him as competition. I would have seen him as my superior. I would have naturally bowed to him and hoped for at the best finding friendship with him.
But this body wanted something else with him. Something more.
There was no denying the little voice in the back of my mind.
This body wanted him and wanted him badly.
I didn’t know if I would be able to resist him and I didn’t know for certain that I really wanted to.
Still it was irrelevant, because there was no way someone like Alex would see someone like me as a potential partner. There was no way he would even see someone like me as attractive.
He deserved someone more than me, more than I could ever be regardless of what I looked like at any given time.
No matter how hard I worked I would never be enough for him, so it was best to just put it out of my mind.
So I did. I shook my head and stepped forward into the room.
The room was shaped such that there was a smaller entryway that then opened up into the rest of the room. This had the effect of hiding a large portion of the room from sight. One entire wall to be specific.
As a result when I first saw the room I was completely unaware of what was behind that wall.
It was a massive mirror that ran the entire length of the wall. Floor to ceiling and right to left.
The mirror was spotless and impeccable. So perfect I couldn’t even notice a seam or crack.
I looked at myself, for the first time.
The clothes I was wearing were dirty and looked to be about two sizes too big. They were shapeless and formless and almost colorless. I mean at one point they could have been some type of color, but whatever that was had been lost to dirt and the natural fading of material under sunlight. They now registered as dull shades of what they once were, any variation between the materials rubbed out like a charcoal drawing where the artist pressed too hard on the page.
I had pants, or what passed for them, and a baggy shirt overtop of it. The shirt had a hood which was pulled over my head. My long hair spilled out the front of the hood, hiding most of my face from sight. What little I could see was smeared with dirt, only the thin lines cut from my tears revealed the tan skin beneath it.
All I could really make out were my eyes and my lips. The latter were plump and full despite the bedraggledness of my appearance. The former were big and bountiful, large orbs that bespoke a sort of innocence and naivety innate to the character of this body.
I turned away from my reflection, stepping up to the jacuzzi and fiddling with the knobs to get it to start filling with warm water.
Then I took a deep breath and turned back the mirror.
Somehow the prospect of undressing was intimidating. Even here alone in a room I had a hard time getting past it, getting over the psychological barrier I had placed here. It felt like I was intruding on a stranger, and that made the whole thing feel odd.
I bent down and undid my shoes, slipping them off my feet. It was simple and easy but even that was so very much. Such a very big step it felt like that last step on a staircase when you miss it and accidentally take the last two in a single step. I felt the world fall out from under me and felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
But I had to go on.
So I closed my eyes shut, clamped them tight, and took deep breath before pulling the shirt over my head and letting it fall to the ground.
The air in the room was warm but it felt so very cold on my bare skin. I stood there with my eyes clenched shut and my fists balled at my sides. I willed myself to take the next step, unclenching my hands and slipping my fingers into the loose waistband of my pants I tugged them down over my hips in one smooth movement.
I had managed to mostly undress. I could feel underwear cling to my body, a bra and panties tight around me like they al
ways were on women. But I couldn’t feel anything else.
Taking a deep breath I willed myself to open my eyes but found only darkness.
My courage only extended so far, I couldn’t bring myself to see her bared before me.
So I took another baby step, reaching out with tentative fingers to touch my bare skin.
They connected with my stomach, and I felt the firm skin and hard muscle beneath them. I spread out, feeling the muscles of my abdomen beneath the slight softness of my skin. Sliding out I touched her hips, feeling a lack of bulge, feeling her hip bones there and a curve up to her waist. So I followed, soft skin of her sides leading to the hard bone of her ribs and the fabric of her bra.
My eyes opened naturally as my hands left her body. I saw her reflection bared before me for the first time.
She was beautiful. Her curves were graceful and sweet, her body toned but not too firm. She looked like a woman who spent all of her time watching her diet and working for the body she had. But absent was any sort of directfulness on her part. In her eyes and in her open face I could see an honesty that said that she was natural, an easy beauty.
Her hips were wide and her stomach flat. There was a gap of a few fingers at most between her long and smooth thighs. Her neck was slender and graceful, the curve where it met her shoulders just begging to be touched, to be kissed, to be sucked on. Her breasts were large, more than a handful each and encased as they were in a bra that was just the slightest bit too small they seemed to overflow and billow with each shuddering breath she took.
With her hair pulled back from her face I could see that her whole features were honest and open and just the littlest bit naive. She looked almost wistfully sad, like she was remembering a loss that she had a long time ago, one that left her always a little sad.
Her skin was smooth and tan, an even color all over her body. It was flawless, that much was evident even under the dirt and grime.
She was beautiful in a way that I had never seen before. A pure sort of beauty.
I was drawn to move, drawn to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Drawn to let it slip over her shoulders and fall to the floor. Drawn to do the same with her panties.
She was bare before me, fully exposed to my sight. She seemed to glow in the warmth of the room and all at once the air changed. It was no longer cold, no it was warm like the light of a fire in the cold of winter, comforting like the warm sand of a pure and snow white beach.
Her nipples were small and pert and erect, perfect drops on the edges of her upturned breasts. The lips of her sex were slight and puffy, a dusting of hair at the hood of her clit was all that kept them hidden from my sight.
I saw her reflection smile. Basking in the attention I was giving to her. She was enjoying being an object of desire. She liked it. She reveled in it.
I had to muster my willpower to turn from the mirror and step away, away to the tub.
Switching the water off I stepped in and immediately felt about a million times better. All of the unknown tension that had crept into my body melted away and I giggled at the feeling.
I floated over to the collection of soaps and shampoos and cleansers that had been neatly arranged beside the tub and looked over them.
Taking my time I used each of them in turn, cleaning my body of all of the combined dirt that had managed to accrue on the skin as whoever this body belonged to spent her time on the street.
I felt my fingers knead the soap and the shampoo into my body, taking time every now and then to rinse myself by plunging under the surface of the water.
Under the water I felt a stillness and a quiet, felt at peace for the first time in a very long time.
I don’t know how long I worked at myself but I do know that by the end the water was still warm and so I decided to take another few moments to relax and enjoy it. I floated over to a seat that was right next to the window and slipped into it.
The jets started automatically, and they seemed to move and change on their own. I let them work the tense muscles of my shoulders and back as I stared out across the city.
From this height the city looked beautiful. Only the slight flitting of movement gave any indication it was occupied, instead it looked still and quiet and peaceful. I relaxed and imagined myself floating between the tall skyscrapers, high above and separated from everything that used to concern me.
The jets moved downwards, so slowly it was almost imperceptible. I felt them shift from my shoulders to my lower back and then felt them move lower.
The first time one shot between my legs it was a shock and my hand shot out to grip the side of the tub. My eyes flew open with surprise, but the surprise quickly gave way to pleasure.
The warm water pulsing between my legs kept a constant and insistent rhythm, the jet vibrating the lips of my sex and making my breath quicken.
I bit my lip and my fingers tensed harder on the side of the tub.
I knew that I should move, knew that this was probably crossing a line. But the truth was that the sensation this jet was pulsing into my body was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was unspeakably powerful.
With a blush on my cheeks I realized I wouldn’t be turning it off anytime soon.
Instead I closed my eyes and relaxed into it, my body slipping further into the seat, my legs parting slightly to give it better access.
It seemed to sense my movement, shifting to run straight across my lips and just slightly brush against my clit.
I felt a warmth building between my legs, and the hand that wasn’t holding the side of the tub traced gentle lines on my thigh, odd little patterns without sense or meaning.
My hand on the side of the tub fell back into the water with a slight splash and then moved immediately to my rib cage, tracing the same nonsensical patterns there.
Tentatively and slowly, as if I was an inexperienced and nervous virgin, my hands shifted up. The one on my ribs slid fingers over the crest of my breast, feeling their buoyant weight in the water, feeling my hard nipples standing straight up in the air. The one on my thigh traced lines up and between my legs, falling at the mound of my sex, coming so tantalizingly close to touching it.
I made the decision.
Simultaneously my hand pinched my nipple while my other darted between my legs to start strumming my clit. I gasped out loudly to the room, my pretty features no doubt furrowed with the pleasure of my own company.
My hands moved unbidden, unfamiliar fingers still guided by my experienced hand. In my old life I knew just how to please a woman and just because the body had changed that didn’t mean the skill didn’t translate.
I worked at myself, feeling my smooth skin and playing with it, teasing myself to greater and greater heights until I was nearly panting.
My eyes were clenched shut and images were coming unbidden to me. I saw Alex standing before me and his fine suit evaporated in the air until I could see every hard line of his bare body.
He stepped into me and kissed me and I swear I could feel him bury his thick cock deep between my legs. The sensation was overwhelming, filling me up with his hard and unrelenting cock and driving it into me again and again until I was exhausted with the passion of it. With the pleasure of it.
He took me.
His handsome features ever present in my mind as I felt my passion crest over and explode. My whole body tensed as a wave of pleasure washed over me and I cried out my passionate satisfaction to the room.
I cried it loudly.
A single word.
His name.
Alex.
And then the tension melted away and I slipped beneath the water with a giggle and a smile.
I slid out of the water and moved with purpose, towelling myself dry and wrapping myself up in a robe. I opened the door to main room and stepped out.
The robe was fluffy and warm, but the warmth of the smile he greeted me with was even warmer. It seeped into the core of me and made me feel light and happy.
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�Hi there,” he said, “Wow, you look great!”
I stood there blushing, at a loss for how to accept that compliment.
“So I was thinking,” he continued, “That we can get a meal anywhere you want. My treat of course.”
He kept talking, his words coming quickly as he made recommendations and suggestions and filled the empty air with his words. He talked with a nervous frenzy to him, and I knew right then and there that he had heard me call out his name and knew just what that meant.
I made a decision, a decision to stop listening to him. A decision to cross the room to be closer to him.
A decision to step right up to him.
Our lips connected and the sensation was sweetly soft. He tensed with surprise and then returned my affection twofold. His lips pressed into mine and while his hands came to rest on my hips I wrapped my arms around the back of his head and pulled him down to me.
He was so tall I had to stand on tip toe to reach him, so pulling him down to me had the double effect of pressing his body into me.
I felt his imposing bulk, the hard muscle of his body pressing against mine. He tensed slightly and I felt the full weight of his restrained power in it. I knew this was a man who would not disappoint, who had a strength to him that I was only too willing to test.
We stumbled backwards slightly and I felt my legs his something and then I slipped.
I fell backwards, falling out of his arms and finding myself sliding into the comfort of a couch. I landed with a giggle and looked up at him.
He was so handsome, a goofy smile plastered across his face as if he couldn’t believe his luck.
He shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the back of a chair beside him. His suit was a three piece and the vest was snug and fitted. I looked at the arms of his dress shirt, seeing the muscle moving beneath the fine fabric.
He got to his knees before me, moving with a grace that didn’t seem possible from someone as bulky and muscular as him. His hands touched my feet and they were warm and gentle and smooth. But as they slid up my calves I sensed the tension in his fingers and knew once more that his body was not to be underestimated.