1. Meeting James - Chapter One


    Date: 12/20/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: Melanieatplay, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    don’t you get a shower and then we’ll get breakfast, err, um, lunch,” he said, looking at his watch and realizing the time, “we have things we need to discuss.” I smiled at him. “First, the only thing I have to wear is that wadded up cocktail dress in the corner. Second, I don’t really think we have much to talk about.” He smiled confidently. “First, we have a lot to talk about. Second, by the time you’ve showered, I will have solved the clothes problem.” I thought about my options. I could either do the walk of shame wearing a dirty thong and wrinkled cocktail dress all the way to the cab stand outside of the hotel, with everyone I came in contact with in the Paris knowing I had just woken from a night of what turned out to be really great sex. Or, I could take a shower, hopefully put on some clean clothes, get something to eat (my grumbling stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten in the last fourteen hours) and salvage a little dignity from the previous evening’s activities. I finally relented and agreed to eat lunch with him, provided I didn’t have to wear the same clothes I wore the night before. About half an hour later I felt human again. I was scrubbed clean and at the very least, looked presentable. I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped outside the bathroom and saw a large shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret on the bed. “I’ve never been that great at picking out women’s clothes, so I hope you like them,” I heard James call out from the bathroom, that must have been ...
    located in the other bedroom in the suite. I started taking the clothes out the bag. I found pink gym pants with matching pink socks; a white cotton thong and matching sports bra, a white athletic t shirt, a grey hoodie, and short brown Ugg boots. My jaw dropped open, how did he get all of this in the time it took me to shower, I wondered. I stepped out into the great room of the suite wearing my new clothes and James met me with a smile. He cleans up nice, I thought to myself, admiring his tight blue jeans and pressed white collar shirt. I returned his smile and asked, “How did you manage to get all of this, in my size no less, in a half hour?” “I've learned that when you tip the concierge really well, he can perform miracles,” he said laughing. “Now let’s get going. You look beautiful, and you must be starving.” I listened to James talk between bites as I silently ate my chicken Caesar salad. He had picked a small and relatively secluded Parisian themed cafe for us to dine. He told me that he normally stayed at the Bellagio. However, one of his close business associates helped to organize the charity fund raiser last night, and his friend expected him to attend and make a sizable donation, so it was easier to stay at the Paris for this trip. He asked detailed questions about the classes I was taking this semester and he marveled at how the undergrad business program had changed since he attended USC. He was at ease making small talk and although I got the sense that he was ...
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