Peter & Mariska: The One Shots [A Collection]

Red Dress

Hello friends!

THREE OF THREE!! In this little smutty gem, Peter and Mariska meet up after work for a night in a hotel on Long Island. A flirty, teasing game at the hotel bar leads to a passionate night in their hotel suite, and for Peter, all it took was a look at her in their figure hugging red dress.

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Red Dress [ONESHOT]

The Long Island hotel bar was relaxed and peaceful. Patrons were dotted around; some couples enjoying a drink together before going about plans, other singles dotted around drowning their sorrows in drinks as they pushed through this day of love, groups of friends enjoying time together as they made the best out of being alone on this day. The bartenders were earning their money's worth as they topped up drinks constantly while chatting with each other and greeting some of the regulars of this establishment.

And here was Mister Peter Hermann, sitting on a stool with his elbows resting on the shiny oak top, his fingers wrapped around a glass of scotch that he had been nursing. Any woman that came his way was shot down, other women simply didn't bother when they caught sight of the glistening band on his left ring finger. He paid them no attention; he was waiting for someone special. He'd sorted out the reservations and as soon as she finished work, she was meeting him right here. In the seventeen years they'd been together, they had known that their schedules hardly ever allowed for things to go to plan. So this was the plan for their Valentine's Day today - meet up at this beautiful hotel on Long Island, then see where the night took them.

He had just taken another sip of his drink when he felt a presence beside him. From the corner of his eye, he could see a figure sitting on the stool next to him. He bit back the smile, especially when the familiar scent of that beautiful smelling perfume filled his nostrils. He always did love that smell, and she knew it.

He listened as she ordered a drink - glass of red wine, her favorite. He smirked to himself; she was toying with him now and he was allowing himself to be toyed with. He listened as she thanked the bartender for her drink, listened as she took a deep breath, and then from the corner of his eye, he could see that she'd turned to him.

"You come here often?"

Her voice still set every nerve in his body on fire. He smirked slightly, glancing at her before speaking;

"Not in about seventeen years."

"You married?"

He turned to her then, and he could see her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love, lust, and amusement. He eyed her appearance; she was clad in a figure hugging, long strapless red dress with a split up the side. Her legs were crossed and tanned skin peeped from under the slit, showing her long legs which were elongated by a pair of black pumps. Her hair was flowing in loose waves over her shoulders and back, her eye shadow was smoky, her mascara elongated those lucious lashes, and her lips were donned in cherry red lipstick. Around her neck was a diamond heart pendant that he had gotten her for a birthday a couple years earlier, and on her left ring finger was the glistening diamond band and large rock that showed that she was happily taken.

She was a fucking goddess, and whatever game she was playing with him, she would happily play along now.

"My wife is." There was a hint of teasing in his tone. There was an amused look on her face as she sipped her wine. She licked her lips slowly, keeping her eyes locked with is.

"She's very lucky."

"I'm luckier..." there was a brief pause, then she smoked again; "What's a woman as beautiful as you doing here alone on Valentine's Day?"