The Greener Field

Luxury and Solitude

As Sarah went into the enormous bathroom, again she was featured in enormous mirrors. This time on three sides of the room. Only the shower and deep circular bathtub were enshrined in a cobalt blue tile which did not reflect an image back to her. Glancing at her watch, she knew she indeed had a couple of hours before Jess' anticipated arrival time at the hotel. Her stomach was churning with anticipation at seeing him again. In this environment of the opulent bathroom she began to feel the potential of their lovemaking again. It was a thought she entertained as she took off her clothes to get into a warm, soapy bath and try to let the whole reality of where he was fully sink in.

Placing her smartphone near the sink in case a call in, announcing Jess was on his way up, Sarah went across the spacious room and began to run the bath water. She could see several perfumed soaps were available to make that snowy bed even more luxurious, and actually—erotic. Exactly  the word for how the place made her feel.

Once she had settled into the foamy hot water, she began to consider whether she should meet Jess there in her room, elegantly dressed—or perhaps in the lobby, as a less obvious maneuver. It would nevertheless lead to where they would end up anyway that anticipated evening, there in that incomparable bedroom. Sarah even devilishly considered something quite out of her character, which was to meet him already in the bedroom in the jade green silk teddy, an item she had purchased earlier back in La Jolla. It was the perfect enticing apparel for the long nights of pleasure awaiting the both of them during her stay in England.

Opting for the conservative 'lobby plan,' Sarah calculated she could spend another quarter hour just laying back and letting the ambiance of it all consume her. This would be before her obligatory hair-dryer ritual and the application of light make up, to  put the finishing touches on her grand reception at five o'clock. Stretching out under the perfumed water and laying her head back on the inclined porcelain tub, she noticed two little buttons next to the soap shelf--Air and Massage . Unashamedly pushing the "Massage" button, she immediately could feel the water jets within the tub, just below the surface at strategic points aimed at her body. These began to initiate a jubilant vibrating action conducive to total relaxation. Once accustomed to this heavenly agitation, seemingly to affect every muscle in her body, Sarah closed her eyes and took in the decadence of it all.

As her relaxed mind began to wander, conjuring up images of this man who could bring to her such heightened emotions and feelings of pleasure, she began to notice a familiar pulsing from her body in places quite premature for the ensuing evening's events. Such sensations would have been naturally scheduled for what was to come most deliciously later, at the hands and other manipulations of Jess. Yet, her body in this decadent setting was not behaving. It was beginning to encourage those growing pulsations, and not obediently deny the source of such rich and sensual agitation.

As her carnal instincts dictated instead, Sarah turned herself more willingly toward these jets. She quickly assumed a certain position relative to the nearest one which hit the inside of her thigh with great and pleasant agitation. To her delight, a simple re-alignment of this allowed the undulating water source to find its way to a highly more sensitive area—a positioning which rapidly threatened to send her preparation schedule totally off the rails.

Prudence, and her past history of a more conservative path, however, successfully won-out over her baser instincts. Her safer, and perhaps more boring nature quickly quelled any auto-erotic notions she had, therefore leaving for Jess his more expert industry. In doing so, she rose out of the enticing water, dried and covered herself with a sumptuous robe.

While moving to the bedroom mirrors and slipping on her evening dress to see how the overall effect would play out, her phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"So welcome to London, pretty girl"

"Jess?"

"None other, sweetie. Are you settling into your accommodations OK?"

"It's amazing!  I didn't expect this to be so . . ."

"Great. Great. So listen, angel. I've been . . . well . . . hung up here for a bit. In a meeting across town. And yeah, it seems I'll be . . . Well it looks like it's going to continue at least for a while. Some intense business stuff . . . I think you'll understand."

"Oh. OK. Well . . . so when do you think . . ."

"Not right away, baby. At least not soon. Later this evening possibly."

"Jess? Are you OK? Is everything alright?"

"Basically, yes. Just some unexpected . . . events, that's all. Things I need to take care of. I'll call you back when I know more."

Her disappointment did not allow her to further respond.

"So look, Sarah. Do some shopping in the lobby. Anything you see you like . . . just put it on my account there. They know me. I promise I'll be over as soon as I can, baby . . . as soon as I can get away."

"Get away?"

"It's complicated. Sarah, just trust that I'll see you as soon as I can."

"Alright. Take care, Jess. I'll be here."

"Call for room service if you're hungry . . . or thirsty."

"I can wait. Really. Do what you need to do. It's very comfortable here. I'll be fine.

"Super, angel. I knew I could count on that. It shouldn't be too long."

"Just call me again . . . when you can."

"That's the plan. See you, lover."

She heard the phone quickly shut off.

After three more hours, Sarah had already dried her hair, carefully dressed, and had put on her light evening make-up. She made two trips out into the lobby to settle her nerves. She even ordered a glass of wine at the bar while making several unanswered calls to Jess by cell phone. By eleven-thirty that evening she seriously doubted they would be dinning together as she had hoped and expected.

At 4:00 AM the next morning, Sarah's dress was hanging back in the closet. She had worn her new teddy to bed, all night. Alone. And for the rest of the early hours before sunrise, she awoke only twice to reach out across the silk sheets. There she found only the same luxurious but empty space.

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