Maria Steps Out (Chapter 1)
Maria felt like she had been sitting forever, though realistically it was maybe 15 minutes. Her car engine ran as her hands remained on the wheel, squeezing harder than she thought. Looking out the window through the snow coming down, passing by the light posts, the flakes glittering, she looked at the hotel. People going in and out. The usual business. Rolling their bags. Using those trolleys piled high with bags. Families on their way to or from some trip. It gave her another pang of doubt, or guilt.
Could she go through with this? Was she ready? She kept looking at that door. Finally, she pushed the ignition button, bringing the gentle sound to a stop. She let go of the wheel, took a breath, and grabbed the travel bag on her passenger seat. She stepped out of her car and made her way through the snowy parking lot to the hotel front doors. A slight feeling of cold sweat followed as she entered.
She started to walk past the front desk, already knowing which room to go to. She could have swore the woman at the counter gave her a judgmental glance. As if she had an idea of what was going on. Maria's pace picked up. She made her way up to the fourth floor. It was room 427. In the elevator, she quickly thought about her kids and husband, Steven. He was a good man. A great father and husband. But her friends kept telling her this was worth it. For the thrill alone. She had to admit, she was vibrating with all of this tension, and part of it was with terrified anticipation.
She stood at the door. Frozen. Finally, she pushed on the door that had been opened just a crack, as planned. She walked in and closed the door. As soon as she did, a deep voice spoke up. "This is how we decide to move foward." Maria was again frozen. Unable to move as this strange voice addressed her. "You can turn around and leave now. No harm in that. Or, you lock the door, and go to the bathroom. Items are in there for you I'd prefer you wear. Please make your choice." This was her moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let her air out slow. As she did, she let go of all her mental baggage. She turned and locked the door. "Excellent" the voice said. "take your time in there".
She walked into the bathroom and saw a makeup case on the counter top along with a black box. Opening it, sitting top of black slick were red lingerie, consisting of a red lace bra, matching panties, garter belts, and thight high stockings. All folded immaculately. Red leather high heels sat under the counter. Maria stared at the contents of the box. She ran her fingers over the items. They felt wonderful. Soft. Inviting. She looked up into the mirror. She was surprised to see a slight smile looking back.
She took off her pants suit. She felt like an idiot, but she didn't quite know how to dress for this situation. Jeans and a t-shirt seemed wrong.
Looking at herself, she took a slight turn to the left and right. She wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination, but after having two kids, and being in her early 40s, she was not a supermodel. She had a very slight stomach that lead down to a trimmed waist, defined and soft hips, and a butt that was big, but not overly so. Her breasts, a lifetime ago, were perky C cups. At this point in her life, they were slightly over D cups, sagging a bit, but still something she found desirable. Her face was older, but one of natural beauty. Her long dark brown hair sat over just past her shoulders. Whisps of gray ran through it.
Making herself up, she tried to find a look that rode a fine line between respectable woman and what she thought "whore". She ended up leaning more towards the ladder. Once that was completed, she brought the lingerie from that wonderful box. She slowly clipped on her bra, stunned that it fit perfectly. Admiring it, her areolas could be seen through the lace. Her nipples, hard this whole time, almost pushed right through the lace. The panties slid up her legs, the front barely covering her short public hair, the back up high on her ass. She looked at it in the mirror. She had to admit her ass looked amazing. She put the garder belt on and then slowly slid up the stockings on each leg, clipping them in place. Finally, she stepped into the high heels. Staring in the mirror, she saw a different woman staring back. A woman ready to do what comes next. Steven who? Kids? No idea. It was one thing now. It was the man with the voice.
She opened the door and stepped out, her heels clacking on the tile of the room entryway. She realized she was strutting. She turned the corner and took a slight gasp. He was gorgeous.
"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, Maria." Said the man.
Could she go through with this? Was she ready? She kept looking at that door. Finally, she pushed the ignition button, bringing the gentle sound to a stop. She let go of the wheel, took a breath, and grabbed the travel bag on her passenger seat. She stepped out of her car and made her way through the snowy parking lot to the hotel front doors. A slight feeling of cold sweat followed as she entered.
She started to walk past the front desk, already knowing which room to go to. She could have swore the woman at the counter gave her a judgmental glance. As if she had an idea of what was going on. Maria's pace picked up. She made her way up to the fourth floor. It was room 427. In the elevator, she quickly thought about her kids and husband, Steven. He was a good man. A great father and husband. But her friends kept telling her this was worth it. For the thrill alone. She had to admit, she was vibrating with all of this tension, and part of it was with terrified anticipation.
She stood at the door. Frozen. Finally, she pushed on the door that had been opened just a crack, as planned. She walked in and closed the door. As soon as she did, a deep voice spoke up. "This is how we decide to move foward." Maria was again frozen. Unable to move as this strange voice addressed her. "You can turn around and leave now. No harm in that. Or, you lock the door, and go to the bathroom. Items are in there for you I'd prefer you wear. Please make your choice." This was her moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let her air out slow. As she did, she let go of all her mental baggage. She turned and locked the door. "Excellent" the voice said. "take your time in there".
She walked into the bathroom and saw a makeup case on the counter top along with a black box. Opening it, sitting top of black slick were red lingerie, consisting of a red lace bra, matching panties, garter belts, and thight high stockings. All folded immaculately. Red leather high heels sat under the counter. Maria stared at the contents of the box. She ran her fingers over the items. They felt wonderful. Soft. Inviting. She looked up into the mirror. She was surprised to see a slight smile looking back.
She took off her pants suit. She felt like an idiot, but she didn't quite know how to dress for this situation. Jeans and a t-shirt seemed wrong.
Looking at herself, she took a slight turn to the left and right. She wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination, but after having two kids, and being in her early 40s, she was not a supermodel. She had a very slight stomach that lead down to a trimmed waist, defined and soft hips, and a butt that was big, but not overly so. Her breasts, a lifetime ago, were perky C cups. At this point in her life, they were slightly over D cups, sagging a bit, but still something she found desirable. Her face was older, but one of natural beauty. Her long dark brown hair sat over just past her shoulders. Whisps of gray ran through it.
Making herself up, she tried to find a look that rode a fine line between respectable woman and what she thought "whore". She ended up leaning more towards the ladder. Once that was completed, she brought the lingerie from that wonderful box. She slowly clipped on her bra, stunned that it fit perfectly. Admiring it, her areolas could be seen through the lace. Her nipples, hard this whole time, almost pushed right through the lace. The panties slid up her legs, the front barely covering her short public hair, the back up high on her ass. She looked at it in the mirror. She had to admit her ass looked amazing. She put the garder belt on and then slowly slid up the stockings on each leg, clipping them in place. Finally, she stepped into the high heels. Staring in the mirror, she saw a different woman staring back. A woman ready to do what comes next. Steven who? Kids? No idea. It was one thing now. It was the man with the voice.
She opened the door and stepped out, her heels clacking on the tile of the room entryway. She realized she was strutting. She turned the corner and took a slight gasp. He was gorgeous.
"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, Maria." Said the man.
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