Tessa lifted the first item in the pile. It was a red satin bra. She held it up against her skin and glanced in the mirror, which was still a little foggy from the shower steam. The cups were cut to cover only the lower half of the breast, beginning just below the nipple. A quarter inch of fine black lace stood up along the edge of the cups, providing peek-a-boo camouflage for the nipple and areola. Underwire and a standard hook and eye back closure kept the strapless bra in place. The next item was a matching red garter belt with black lace accents and black lace stockings. The last piece was a thigh-high kimono. The fabric was a very loose weave of black lace and it was entirely see through. The satin waist tie was red and a perfect match to the bra it was meant to cover. Tessa pawed through the pile a second time with the same results: there was no panty.
Well, she’d wanted to learn how to be sexy. If this didn’t do it, she didn’t know what would. She wiggled into the outfit, fixed her hair and makeup, grabbed the long stemmed red rose and strode out of the bathroom. Outside, she was a bombshell. Inside, she was shell-shocked, and determined not to let Russell see it.
“Very nice,” Russell said, looking up as Tessa walked into the room. “You are stunning.”
“Thank you. You are…” Tessa didn’t quite know what to say. Should she compliment him on his washboard abs? His thick, muscled thighs? His tight round butt? Or the star of the show, his six inches of thick manhood, growing larger even as they spoke, now that he’d seen Tessa in her red satin bra and black lace stockings.
“Stunning?” he said, winking.
“Absolutely, though I was thinking naked.”
“Oh, I left one thing out. Hold on a minute.” Russell reached into a large bag and pulled out a shoebox. “I’m not sure if they’re your size.”
Tessa lifted a red high-heeled shoe from the box. It was open-toed and shiny. A college friend of hers, Kim, had a wicked name for shoes like this.
“Fuck-me shoes!” Tessa said, slipping one on as she thought about Kim. It was two sizes too big. “Not a bad fit, if I don’t walk,” she said, and this time she winked as Russell roared with laughter.
Russell pointed to the table. “Your buffet awaits.”
Russell had been busy while Tessa was in the bathroom. All the usual things one finds on a hotel room table were gone, replaced with a smorgasbord of stuff, from sex toys to food.
“Let’s start with some mood music.” He tapped a screen on his iPhone and Tessa jumped, not expecting the rich sound to pour from a small Bluetooth speaker Russell had placed on one of the nightstands. It was jazz, Tessa thought, with sensual, bluesy guitar and a raspy voice she didn’t recognize. He took Tessa’s hand and led her to the table. “All the things we need to feed body and soul,” he said. “All washed and prepped and ready to go.”
Tessa nodded. Of course she recognized the food. Beautiful pink shrimp resting on a silver plate nestled on ice. Soft, flakey rolls and butter. Thin slices of cheese. Deep purple grapes. And a huge ice bucket with chilled champagne and bottled spring water. What she wasn’t as clear about was everything else.
“Let’s start with this.”
Russell handed her something that reminded her of her Lelo, but this one looked quite different. It was shaped a bit like a very chubby tampon, complete with removal string.
“The vibe is inserted into the vagina, or it can be pressed against the clitoris,” he said. “It’s operated remotely, by this.” He held up a disc, also bright pink, and pressed a button. The chubby four inch toy began to vibrate in Tessa’s hand. She almost dropped it. “Obviously you can use it solo, but it’s got great potential as a couple’s toy. I could explain, but as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.”