Temporary Secretary

Part 21

It was an upscale room. Quite beautiful, actually.

There was a balcony overlooking the city lights, not quite a suite, but still quite large and decadent. You'd been expecting something smaller at least. You were a bit surprised. (You'd only need it for one thing, after all...)

It was nice though, regardless. A backdrop fitting the occasion.

You turned on a lamp, a lovely vintage thing, though upscale, white.

The whole room was rather white, though in a comfortable way, very ornate. It wasn't distinctly homey like Paul's cabin, nor old fashioned yet nostalgic in it's charm like the Edinburgh hotel, but not sanitized and cold like many hotels tended to be.

There was a large bed on a platform. It had a lovely canopy, the bed made immaculately, with a large comfy duvet.

You fell back on the bed, your pleasant buzz making you slightly dizzy. You giggled to yourself, for nothing in particular, raising your legs off the edge, your head tilting back. The bed was very plush.

You sat up, beam on your face. Your curls must've mussed up.

Looking across the room, you could see your reflection in a large mirror, and you gave your double a scrunched smile.

You watched it, and ruffled up your hair, watching it fall back over your shoulders. Messy curls, curling every which way. It amused you. You stretched your arms up, watching your reflection doing the same. You giggled at it, falling back down.

You went to the restroom to freshen up. There was an ornate tub there... You would quite like to give it a try... Perhaps with Paul...

You wandered around the room, looking at the ornate details. You were rather high up, and the view out of the large windows mesmerized you. You always did love looking down at cities at night.

You found it enchanting, so high up, the sounds of the city coming so distant, everything looking so small in comparison to the night sky. There were no stars, but the lights from below made up for it.

Your attention was diverted to the door to the suite as it opened. Your eyes lit up at seeing his pretty face.

Paul looked up as he unlocked the door, shutting it behind him.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but you were quick to him. You pulled Paul in by his lapels, pressing giddy kisses to his lips. You were happy to see him, so lovely and pretty, a familiar face.

Paul seemed quite happy with the fuss and attention over him too, his hands lightly moving to your arms in reciprocation. Classic McCartney... loving every bit of flattery he got.

"Oh Paulie..." You murmured adoringly between kisses. "I'm awful sorry I had to share you with that Londoner... You're much too precious to pass around..."

Paul was giggly from the words, playing off your own buzzed demeanor.

"It's alright... alright. Don't mind so much." Paul replied, though muffly as you kissed him. "Gotta keep my pride, you see. Couldn't concede to such a thing without a fight, y'know...my pride..."

Paul nearly purred as you began to palm lower, not wasting time in riling him up, the door already closed, you both knew what you'd come here for... what the rooms upstairs were for...

You palmed to his arousal, which was... already there? Oh my... no need to work up to it.

"Paulie... oh Paulie...?" You were murmuring teasingly into his ear.

"What?"

You flinched as Paul took on a low deep voice, just to trip you up.

"The bath! Let's fuck in the bath, Paul." You said to him, hands still feeling up wherever you could reach. His waist, his hips, his prick, his ass, the curve of his back... what a lovely figure.