Hotel Encounters (Of the naughty Kind)

Helena dressed carefully, this was the first time that she had done
anything like this. When she was ready she looked in the full length
mirror. She was pleased with her reflection.

Her long chestnut hair swayed as she twirled around, as did her knee
length sapphire blue dress. Satisfied, she picked up her car keys and
her overnight bag and drove to the hotel.

As Helena approached the hotel foyer, her courage started to fail her.
What if he didn't turn up? What if she was overdressed? What if she was
underdressed? Helena was so preoccupied by her thoughts that she didn't
hear the receptionist speak to her.

"Excuse me madam, can I help you?" reiterated the receptionist.

Helena looked up nervously. "Emm, w..well," she stammered.

The receptionist, who was becoming sumwhat impatient, asked again, "yes
madam, is there something that I may help with you with?"

Helena drew in a long breath and quickly asked for the room number to a
Mr Galagher's suite. The receptionist looked knowingly at Helena, gave
her the suite number, pointing to the lifts as he talked.

After what seemed an eternity the lift finally arrived, to reveal a
portly middle aged man.

"Hello darling," greeted the man, leering at Helena. "Going up?" he
added.

"No," replied Helena. "I..I think I'll take the stairs. Good for the
figure..," she added patting her perfectly flat stomach.

"Suit yourself, darling," answered the man as the lift doors swished as
they closed.

Helena ran up the stairs, anxious to get behind the closed doors of Mr
Galagher's suite. Checking the door number, Helena knocked gently, her
heart pounding from anticipation. The door opened, and there he was.
Six feet, dark hair and absolutely gorgeous. He smiled, to reveal a
perfect set of white teeth.

"Come in," he said, beckoning Helena into the room.

Helena put her overnight case down and looked around her, she was
impressed. The decor and furnishings were sumptuous. There were fresh
flowers in a vase in the middle of a table, which was set for two.
Beyond the table Helena could see a second doorway.

Mr Galagher followed Helena's eyes around the room. He had wached as
her eyes had rested upon the table. "I hope you don't mind, but I took
the liberty of ordering food for both of us?"

"N..no," she stammered.

He took her hand and led her to the drinks cabinet. "I think you need a
drink. What would you like?" he asked.

Helena asked for a small brandy. She sipped slowly, enjoying the warm
feeling as it coursed through her veins. When she had finished she
handed the empty glass back and asked for another small one.

Mr Galagher watched with amusement at Helena's obvious discomfort. He
reached out to touch her hair, when there was a knock at the
door.

"I think I'll freshen up whilst you see who's at the door," said
Helena.

"OK, it's just through there."

Helena once again picked up her overnight case and opened the second
door. She gasped at the opulance that greeted her.

Directly ahead of her was a king size canopy bed, draped with yards of
the purest silk. Beneath the canopy black satin sheets awaited the next
occupants invitingly, as yet uncreased and cool.

As she looked to her left, Helena noticed another doorway, obviously
the bathroom, she decided. As she passed the bed she couldn't resist
the urge to lightly run her fingers over the silk sheets, anticipation
making her slightly breathless.

She waited until she heard the door to the suite close with a soft
click before emerging from the bedroom. Mr Galagher was seated at the
table waiting. Standing up, he pulled out a chair for her.

Helena sat down, suddenly realising she was hungry. There was oysters
for starters, followed by a large steak and fresh vegetables. Finall
the obligatory cheese and biscuits all washed by a supreme claret
wine.

By the time the meal was over, Helena was feeling very relaxed. She
looked at her watch, she hadn't realised how late it was, she stifled a
yawn.

Mr Galagher had noticed the yawn, he stood up and gently led Helena
towards the bedroom. Slowly he started to undress. Helena watched,
enthralled by the sexuality of his movements. He slipped beneath the
cool sheets and with arms outstretched he beckoned Helena.

Helena giggled nervously. "I won't be a minute," she said as she moved
towards the bathroom door.

"Sure, I'll be waiting."

For the second time that night Helena examined herself in the mirror.
This time however, she blushed as she noticed her firm breasts and
erect nipples thrusting themselves forward beneath her new chiffon
negligee. Her loins throbbed with a life of their own. She opened the
door, "here goes," she sighed softly.

Mr Galagher drew a sharp breath. There she stood, a vision with the
light from behind her silhouetteing her near nakedness. She looked
almost ethereal. He could wait no longer. His outstretched hand gently
took hers as he pulled her to him.

At first his kisses were long and gentle, then increasing in passion
until he and Helena were locked together as one. Finally when all
passion had been sated, they fell asleep, still locked together in
contentment.

The following morning Helena was the first to awaken. Quietly she
showered and dressed. As she left the bathroom Mr Galagher looked up at
her sleepily.

"Good morning," he smiled. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmmm," replied Helena. "Did you?"

He reached out and pulled Helena to him. "Come back to bed," he
said.

Playfully, Helena pushed him away.

"Did you enjoy last night?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, it was wonderful, and guess what?"

"What?"

"I love you, Mr Galagher."

He looked at Helena and said, "and I love you too, Mrs Galagher. Happy
Anniversary."