Unexpected Meeting at Hotel Chanteclair
Hey there, welcome to another one of my Encounter tales! If you've followed along, you're aware that our Main Female Character (MFC) will give you a glimpse of her true self. For those who are just joining in, every Encounter story is self-contained, but if you want to get to know our MFC, you should start with the first story, Encounter at the Movies, and read them in the order they were published. I hope you enjoy this little tale, and as always, your votes and feedback mean a lot to me.
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The Gulfstream G700 was approaching its landing at Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport as I closed my laptop and gazed out the window. The airport was beneath me. My destination wasn't there; I was heading for a small riverside town where I'd be giving a speech the next day.
Usually, I trust my staff, but yesterdasy was unusual. While I was walking a red carpet, mingling with the Broadway elite, and partying until the wee hours, my business became a mess, all because of Bradley. My Executive Assistant followed my instructions, filtering any urgent questions to him. However, when he tried to deal with the problem beyond his abilities, he CC'd other employees on the answer. Some of those employees were capable of addressing the issue, but their voices got lost in the chaos, all of which were copied to the customer.
I took control of the situation with an email to all employees, stating that I would handle the matter with the customer, and anyone who responded after the date/time stamp on my email would be expected to clear out their desk. My tone was bold, leaving no doubt it was no joke. A second email was sent to the customer, outlining our plan, and requesting a call as soon as possible. An hour later we were on the phone; a conference call with multiple text messages, and the problem was solved.
Driving to the hotel, I used the time to unwind. As I entered The Hotel Chanteclair through its front door, each click of my heels sounded against the white penny tile floor. It evoked a vibe of a classic British Gentleman's Club. Built in the late 1800s, it had served as a livery, a bottle works, and since 2021, an eight-suite hotel. The design combined dark and light elements: light ceilings, dark furniture, exposed brick, and wooden floors. The decor matched my current mood. A fireplace was on my left, surrounded by sofas and chairs for various seating areas, and in a corner sat a turntable, vinyl records, and a woman. With auburn hair, she wore a green dress with a heart-shaped neckline and a floor-length, draped skirt. There was a matching hat, clutch, and black pumps completing her look.
The desk clerk greeted me, checking me in quickly. I proceeded to my room, dropping my bag and removing my grey pinstripe suit coat. I took my laptop to the lobby bar, ordered a Boulevardier, and sat at a two-seater table. I started reviewing the emails from the day to understand where things went wrong and who might need a conversation or, God forbid, disciplinary action upon my return. Bradley was first on my list.
With my white blouse, a skirt matching my suit coat, and black heels, one dangling from my toes, I was deep in my review when a calming voice interrupted me.
"You need to relax; it seems like you're about to explode."
She placed a Boulevardier beside my empty glass, looking down as she settled in. It was the woman I'd seen earlier, sneaking up to the bar while I was deep in my work. When I glanced up and caught her, she smiled. She had bright red lips, neatly manicured fingers, and a vintage air about her. Around her neck was a scent reminiscent of the 1950s, L'Air du Temps, a favourate of my mum. In one hand she held a Sidecar cocktail.
"I've spent the day dealing with issues caused by my employees," she said. "It's been sorted, but I need to decide whether they deserve consequences."
"Sounds like a difficult day," I replied, attempting to sound casual.
"On the contrary, I find it rather fun," she said, her tone jubilant. "In an old lobby, talking about managerial problems. It's like being back in time."
"Droll," I couldn't help but comment.
"Really? What does 'droll' mean?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh. Just a fancy way of saying something's witty or humourous," I explained.
She smiled. "May I join you?" she asked, sitting without waiting for a reply. "I'm Emma."
"Alexis," I said, shaking her hand. She had a soft and warm touch, without any imperfections. Her eyes rose to meet mine as we sat close to the stereo.
"I chose this music for you," she explained.
"I like Big Band," I admitted. "I don't listen to it often, but it's pleasant to hear."
Our conversation revolved around my work situation. When we ran out of topics, she suggested we move closer to the record player to change the album. We chatted as I followed her to the loveseat, finding a coasters-on-table setup. Emma inserted her parting selection on the turntable, streching her feet out and insisting I do the same. After serving more drinks, she focused on lighter topics: the surroundings, music.
I felt very comfortable with Emma. I rarely talk about myself with strangers, yet here I was, feeling like I was disclosing everything. There was something alluring about her - reassuring yet sexually charged. At some point, I relaxed and raised my foot, indicating a willingness to be massaged. She obliged, cupping my heel in her hand as she began the massage.
"Could you accompany me on trips?" I asked, relaxing as she caressed my feet.
Emma laughed, "It seems you're intrigued by me. And yet, while I'm touching your foot, you're the one making the first move?"
"I'm not ignoring what I see," I admitted. "You're cute, sweet and it was easy talking to you. But good foot massages, of course, help too."
"Would you care to stay a while and see how I treat the rest of you?" she coyly suggested.
"Before we move further, I should mention I have a morning meeting."
"No need," she said, waving the bartender off.
As the place closed, sharply, we stood to leave. "Maybe we can explore other options later?" she teased.
"I wouldn't mind," I admitted, accepting her proposal of what's beyond interactions on a hallway.
With a shrug, she acknowledged our intentions, but no more. "I'm not averse to pleasure, Alexis. I wonder how easy it is to seduce you?"
I allowed my expression to answer for me. Emma's boldness surprised me. "I've not considered it," I admitted. "I'm curious to see what a woman could do."
She smiled, her fingers trailing my calf as she considered her next move.
"Surprised?" she asked. "I'm guessing you've never had a relationship with a woman. That's a real pity. A mouth-watering specimen like yourself being assaulted by a man is only half the story of life."
I stared at her in amazement as she approached and pressed her lips against mine. The sudden contact instantly snapped me back to reality.
"You want... you consider... um... wow..." I stammered.
She gently stroked my hand. "Behold me, Alexis," she whispered. "I want you. All I can think about is caressing you, kissing you, making you feel amazing." She paused and inhaled deeply. "Am I misunderstanding this?" Skepticism clouded her face.
"I... wow... I need time to digest this. I... I've never..." I fumbled through my words.
"Bedded a woman," she concluded my sentence. "Yes, we've established that."
My mind was reeling, I'd been pursued by plenty of men, and I knew all the signs they made. But, shit, I'd missed all her signs. I wasn't even on the lookout for them! I appraised her, allowing my gaze to roam across her body in a manner I'd never openly allowed myself to do before.
"You're so attractive," I breathed.
"The feeling is shared, darling," she smirked and arched an eyebrow.
My lips found hers before I even gave myself permission to kiss her. They were so delicate, the kiss so tender. Her fingers became entangled in my hair, gently pulling and I made a frustrated noise. What the hell am I doing?! my mind screamed.
"Oh my God, that feels good... better than I thought. Goddamn it, what am I saying, I've never even fantasized!" I gasped.
"I'm currently fantasizing, and my imagination tells me that being with you, Alexis, would be incredible. You are gorgeous. It's fine, dear. I understand it's sudden. I don't want to push you into something you might regret. But trust me, you won't regret surrendering to me."
"I'm not sure... I just... wow," was all I could mutter.
I was still stupefied, and Emma looked at me with an insatiable hunger in her eyes. A hunger I'd only ever seen in men until now. It was clear she wanted to be with me, but what did I know about pleasing a woman? Seeming to read my thoughts, she murmured.
"You're worried about pleasing me, but trust me, being with you is all I desire tonight. Haven't you ever simply given yourself to a man and let him take control? It can be like that with me, Alexis. Just give yourself to me and let me pleasure both of us. You've already begun, haven't you? Don't lie to me that you're not aroused from the foot massage."
She was correct. I could feel the dampness between my legs. Her foot massage had soothed and aroused me. If she were a man, I'd be throwing myself at her at this moment. But she wasn't, and I was hesitant. Just as Emma was about to walk away, she turned and sauntered into her bedroom. Standing at the foot of the stairs, I noticed that I'd stopped breathing for several moments. I inhaled sharply and exhaled hastily as I gripped the ornate banister of the elegantly restored staircase. Suddenly invigorated, I hurried up the stairs and fled to my room as if caught in a pursuit. Once there, I discarded my clothes and initiated the shower. I needed to wash off the filth from a day's journey, and I needed to clear my head. The warm water pouring over me provided a sense of relief and allowed me to evade the tumult of the evening temporarily. Then, as I lathered my body, running my hands over my skin, thoughts ofher infiltrated my mind, and I realized that, although I had misinterpreted her signals, she hadn't dismissed mine. [end of paraphrase]
Stepping out of the shower, I contemplated how I never realized I was the "interested woman." Looking back at our encounter, I had accepted her drink offer and when she sat with me, I offered my full attention. My face lit up when we started chatting as I loved having someone to vent to. I had been drawn in by her appearance, and regularly made eye contact throughout our conversation, even leaning closer to emphasize my points. I happily followed her to the sofa, where we could get closer together, and casually touched her a few times while laughing at her funny remarks. What if I had accidentally invited her touch? Were there other subtle signals I had sent? She clearly sensed my interest, but the question remained: was it real? After drying myself, I blew my hair dry while thinking about her. Such a striking woman – her glorious auburn hair, and stunning emerald green dress that accentuated every curve. Even her captivating red lips curved into a smile, her brows were attractive too. There was just no feature of hers that was unattractive. As I thought about her, I recognized my growing need to step outside my comfort zone. With the opportunity to do so seemingly unlikely, I swiftly dressed and knocked on her door four minutes early.
"Emma, what a lovely surprise!" my heart skipped a beat when she opened the door.
My eyes then scanned the room – a queen-sized bed, an armoire, nightstands, a seating area with a table and chairs, and a kitchenette. The black walls gave the room a dimly lit and mysterious feel. I glanced at the glistening bathroom – pristine white.
I shifted my gaze back to Emma, now clad in a black lace teddy and matching kimono robe. Her feet were adorned with black Maribou slippers. Studying her made my uncertainties disappear. Her enchanting beauty claimed my full attention. I felt my lips meet hers, her response tender yet passionate. My fingers wound through her hair, tugging at it gently as our lipslocked. My tongue sought to explore her mouth. She pulled back and kissed my neck. I grew warm as she trailed her tongue along my throat.
"You have such a delectable taste, Alexis," she sighed.
As her lips left my neck, she gently pulled my robe from my body. It fell to her feet, leaving me exposed. She stepped back, looking me up and down. She gazed at my exposed breasts, licking her lips.
"You're so stunning, Alexis."
Her fingers traced over my skin, caressing my breasts. "You're gorgeous!" she repeated.
She bent down and nibbled my nipples, which had now hardened. I was engulfed in her touch.
"Yes," I panted.
"Yes, what?" she asked.
"Yes, I want you. Please, Emma."
She smirked then removed her slippers. Kneeling before me, she inhaled my scent deeply.
"You seemed so hesitant and shocked earlier. Why?"
"You did that," I moaned as she softly kissed my pubic region.
"Lie down on the bed," she ordered gently, pressing my legs apart.
I hadn't noticed, but I'd been migrating towards the bed during our brief time together. I sat, raising my legs and lying back on the bed, revealing my sex for the first time to another woman with an insatiable longing. I felt simultaneously embarrassed and eager. My breath caught upon seeing the longing in her eyes. She removed her lingerie and displayed her full, luscious breasts. I wanted to feel her pressed against me.
"Are you ready, what about you?" she asked.
"Please," I whispered.
Emma held my calves and bent close to kiss my knees. She kissed the insides of my thighs, her pressure increasing as she got closer to my throbbing center. Her tongue joined in with each kiss. She tenderly bit the soft skin at the top of my leg before reaching my sex, the area also being kissed. I was on the verge of catching fire. My folds were soaked and sticky, and I quickly gasped when Emma's tongue teased my clitoris beneath its hood. My sex throbbed with desire as she touched my swollen lips. I moaned and squeezed my legs together to steady their involuntary movements while spreading them out. Completely exposed and unguarded, I was eager for what was to come.
Then Emma changed my world. For the first time, I witnessed and felt the gentleness of a woman licking my vagina. Her tongue flattened against my entrance, pausing for a moment, before slowly moving upward toward my swollen clit. I arched my back and released a growl. The flat of her tongue brushed against my clitoris, like a snake sampling its prey. Then she repeated, lick, brush, lick brush.
"Please, Emma," I moaned.
"Please what, Alexis?" she said, looking at me through her eyelashes.
"Make me cum, please, Emma. Make me cum," I pleaded.
"But I've only just started, my dear," she responded.
Her next lick, I felt a finger enter my boiling core as she licked my clit. I groaned and thrust my hips, my body sliding on her penetrating fingers. Then there were two fingers moving in and out. My breathing quickened, and I knew that if she kept this up, I would soon achieve my goal. But she didn't. Emma removed her fingers from me and inserted them into her mouth with a loud "Mmmmmm." At that moment, I briefly wished for a cock so that I could feel her plump lips around it, feel the sensations of her moan against its head. She was doing to her fingers exactly what I would do to a male's member. For a brief moment, I was envious of all the men I had ever pleasured with my mouth.
But then she slipped them back inside me, curling her fingers towards the front wall of my sex. They were hitting the right spot, and all feelings of envy vanished as she gently stroked that sensitive place. I moaned and shivered as she begged my orgasm to emerge with her fingers. Soon my body began to tremble, and at that moment she stopped.
"No orgasm yet, my dear," she scolded. "I was so caught up in tasting the woman I've been lusting after all evening that I forgot to give proper honor to those beautiful breasts of yours."
"Let me cum first!" I begged.
"But it will be so much better if your whole body is aroused," she whispered as she pulled out her fingers and began kissing my stomach.
I sighed in frustration, but soon small laughs followed as her butterfly kisses made their way to my breasts. My nipples were still erect due to the stimulation of her mouth on my vagina, and when she reached my breasts, she sucked one deeply. I arched my back and pushed into her, my body trying to get closer. She pinched my other nipple. I moaned softly this time. I ran my hands through her smooth, reddish hair and felt her lips on the underside of my breasts. She nipped and sucked, kissing my skin and around my breasts, until she picked up one breast and put her lips in the crease beneath it. She nipped and sucked again, and I intertwined my fingers in her hair and gasped as I felt the mixture of pleasure and pain. My eyes closed, my back arched, and my mouth opened. I was lost in the luxurious bliss of this experience.
Releasing her bite, she kissed her way up my chest and nipped at the soft flesh of my neck. Kneeling over me, she reached my mouth and kissed me for the first time. I had the taste of myself on a woman's lips, my familiar flavor, yet the sweetness and tenderness were different. Her auburn strands surrounded us, shutting out the room, and for a moment it was just us, getting lost in each other's eyes and our lips and tongues touching each other.
"You are so receptive," she whispered.
I responded by placing my palm on the back of her head and pulling her lips tighter to mine. We locked lips in a daze, a fervent kiss overflowing with desire. All thoughts of my actions were pushed to the side, allowing the sensations to overcome me. The idea that I was in a woman's bed did not obstruct me from experiencing this, the greatest foreplay of my life and some of the most incredible kisses.
Her hand traveled from my breast, down my side, and across my hip, finding a spot to rest on my pubic area. She started moving her fingers over my clit, alternatingly tickling and pressing it. My breath got more uneven, and she glanced at me.
"Breath along with me, dear," she said while breathing deeply and slowly.
We continued synchronizing our breathing as her magical fingers guided me closer to orgasm. Our gazes never strayed. I'd never felt so turned on before, and it would have been likely that I would have cum if this hadn't been happening. What she was doing managed to take me to levels of pleasure without falling into the swirling lights and fog of orgasm.
"Are you ready to orgasm, sweetheart?" she inquired.
"Oh my God, yes, please!" I whimpered. I was dangling on the edge and barely needed any urging to fall over.
She smiled and commenced kissing her way down my body. From my chin to my earlobe, down my neck, into the notch between my breasts, and all the way to the sweltering pool between my legs. She gave me a long luscious taste, then pushed me over the edge by sucking on my clit.
"Aaaah! Fuck! I'm coming!"
She inserted two fingers into me and guided me into the precipice. My body convulsed and I lost control on her face. Flashes erupted behind my eyelids, and I was carried away by euphoria.
When I regained my composure, she was nestled against the pillows. She had a content smile on her face and was tracing my hair away from my face.
"Thank you," I murmured.
"You're welcome."
She rose and walked over to the fridge to retrieve bottles of water and returned to her post next to the head of the bed. I snuggled against her, drinking the water as I remembered what had just happened.
"That was incredible," I mumbled.
"It was extremely fulfilling," she chuckled softly.
"But you didn't…"
"No, but I told you that being with you was everything I needed tonight."
"I want to make you orgasm."
"Do you, now? Your first experience with a woman and you want to make her orgasm after experiencing what I would wager was the best orgasm of your life?"
This wasn't false; I'd had sensational orgasms with men, but this was nothing like I've experienced.
"Yes," I said while staring into her eyes. "Will you teach me to satisfy you?"
"If you insist."
For the following hour, our bodies entangled, our mouths and fingers touching one another. Soft moans and sharp cries filled the room as I received guidance on how to please her. Through my practiced efforts, she attained utter satisfaction. I brought her to climax just moments after she'd pushed me, two fingers in her, and her clit pressed against my tongue. As we relaxed in bed, she asked me to stay the night. I was too exhausted to climb up stairs to my room. My brief walk of shame was a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, so I embraced her full, cozy form and slept soundly.
That morning, before leaving her room, we shared a passionate kiss. Before walking back to my room, my entire world had changed.
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I want to express my gratitude to everyone who takes the time to read my story. It would be incredible to hear your feedback, whether it's in the form of votes, comments, or both. Many thanks to my beta reader who kindly chose to remain anonymous. Their input was greatly appreciated.
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