They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in Avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the basic room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn’t afford it.
His room, even though it wasn’t premier level, still had an opulence that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her; she was probably in the presidential suite and well known as a patron.
By the time he had freshened up from the trip and explored the plush room he found himself in, Elizabeth had called his bedside telephone and asked him to meet her in the lounge in ten minutes.
Gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the walls and ceiling of the lounge. Carpet, a hovering waiter had taken his order of a club tonic with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.
“Robert, I will be going out for the remainder of the day and will be back at eight o’clock. We will have dinner in my suite at nine, please make sure you are there, but, why not sightsee while I’m away?”
Their drinks arrived, delivered by the waiter on silent soles. She took a sip and then left him alone.
The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel Tower and walking around the Italian Quarter, window shopping at the works of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the people of the city as they hurried around on their business.
Dinner that night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.
And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple turn of events, as if it had no more meaning than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.
“The master bedroom is through there.” She indicated with a nod of her head.
Robert was transfixed. He knew she was beautiful and had crafted an image in his mind. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.
Her breasts were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle swells that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight bulge to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no evidence of shaving, it was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some kind of procedure.
She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.
He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first time, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the huge bed.
His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of natural and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the major partner.
Intuitively, he knew that he should take the lead in this phase of their liaison. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.
“God Elizabeth, you are beautiful.” He couldn’t help the words escaping his lips, his mouth forming the words a millisecond after he thought them.
She smiled coquettishly, threw her arm around his neck and drew his lips to hers.
The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breath. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a breach of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his mind and bent to the task.
Her tongue found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.
Their temperatures and heartbeat had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish spot under normal conditions, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.
He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her breasts, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kisses, savouring her taste.
Elizabeth held the back of his head, her fingers entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve endings registered his kisses and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex built deliciously.
Her anticipation was at last rewarded. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine essence. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual tension, promise and the expert touch of Robert’s tongue and fingertips.
She would have tried for a reprise then, but Robert had other ideas as the pressure from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his mastery of her body.