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Mia, and the rules of room 367 (part one)

CanadianRocky

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(There is a music component here, just like there was with Violets story. It is Ravels Bolero. Doing two things will make the reading of this more enjoyable. One is to listen to it while you read and the other is to get a picture of Mia on the monitor so you can enjoy the vision of her at the same time. Trust me on this, do not be impatient. I have also put in both part one and part two, as I could not put all of the first writting into just one part/ Make sure you listen to both with the music.)

Mia, the rules of room 367 (part one)

“Hello” the woman said.

“Yes, I have an appointment with Roxie at 8:00 pm. I was just calling to confirm.”

“Is this Rocky” she asked.

“Yes it is” I replied.

“I am so sorry to tell you that Roxie is sick. She has the flu and will not be able to make the appointment. She wanted me to tell you how sorry she was that she could not make it, she was looking forward to meeting you.”

Damn I thought.

“That is ok, if you’re sick you’re sick, I will see her another time. Tell her that I understand.”

“Is there someone else you would like to see instead?”

Well, that is tough I though as I like to plan out the time and make sure that the woman who I want to see likes to do what I like to do.

“Who else is on?” I asked.

She mentioned several, one of which was Mia.

“How about Mona?” I asked hesitantly.

“No, but maybe I can call her and see if she will come in”.

With my heart in my mouth I said “No, that is ok. Please ask Mia to come over at 8:00 for two hours.”

When I originally decided to go to Victoria for the long weekend, I PM’d Mia and asked her if she would like to meet me in Vancouver for the long weekend, or at least part of it. I had such a wonderful time with her I. She did not respond. I thought maybe I had offended her with the report I wrote in Perb after the last time I had seen her. I did not want to ask for her when the woman said she was available as I was afraid she would say no when she found out it was me.

“She will be there at 8:00” the woman said.

It was around 6:00 and I had two hours to wait. Two hours to wait for the call that said she was not coming once she found out it was me.

That call never came.

There is this ritual thing that I do before I have sex. I put music on. I have a shave, and then get into the bathtub. First I have a shower and wash myself completely, after that I put the plug in the tub and let it fill. I sit in the tub as it fills and get the water hotter and hotter. Once the tub is full I sit and take water in my hands and lift it over my head, time after time. It is a way of relaxing, and it is a way of getting ready for the event. It is something I do alone and it is just for me. (just in case you are wondering, I am also a Pisces)

I get out of the tub and lay on the bed while listening to the music. After a quite a while I get dressed and prepare the room. I get out the lotions, toys, condoms, everything I have that I will need. I get the music ready and tidy the room up.

Then it is usually sit and wait. But not this time.

I was in an upstairs room at the hotel and had a view of the parking lot. This is where the entrance to the hotel is. I opened the window and leaned against the bottom rail. I could see the entrance from the position I was in.

It was about 10 minutes before 8 and as I was looking at the reflection in the window across the parking lot, I saw someone in black walking towards the front door of the hotel. I looked sideways out the window.

Even from three floors up I recognized that beauty that is Mia. Tall, black hair, great body, gorgeous pouty lips and walking like she owned the world.

My mouth responded by going dry, my heart by beating harder and my penis in the usually manner.

It seemed like an eternity before there was a very gentle tap on the door.

I walked to the door and looked through the opening. There she stood.

I opened the door.

“Hi” I said.

“Hi.”

“I am glad you could make it Mia, please come in.”

She came in the door and kissed me, on the cheek and on my mouth. A gentle kiss, one that someone gives to someone they recognize, one that they give to someone they like to see.

She was wearing a black top and skirt with black stockings underneath and black boots.

I reached over and kissed her on the side of her neck. She responded by putting her free arm around my shoulder and kissing my lips.

She came in and sat on the bed.

“How long do you want me to stay for?”

“Two hours. I know you had short notice for this so if you cannot, I understand” I replied.

Forever was what I wanted to say though.

“No, that is fine. I will call in and let them know, ok?”

“Sure. Just so you know the money is on the table there. There is $320?”

“Actually, Rocky it is $340. I have to pay the driver $20.”

“Oh, I am sorry, of course, I will get the rest for you right now”

“No” she said “don’t worry about it now, you can do that later”

She called the agency. But an interesting point here. Mia, along with Violet the next day, did not take the money and do the bathroom dash to stash it in the purse. Both of these women left the money on the table until they almost left. This is what makes both of them in my mind courtesans. The money may be what gets them to the door, but it is not what gets them inside the door. Everything after they get in the door is because they want to be there and be with me. What extraordinary women they are.

After she called she laid on the bed on her side propped up with her arm. She looked so damn good to me at that point in time.

“I would like to talk to you about something if that is ok” I said.

“Of course.”

“I just wanted to tell you why I booked with Roxie and Violet and did not book with you this time.”

“You do not need to tell me why” she said. “Your reasons are your reasons”

“No, I want too, and if you will let me, I will”

“Ok” she said.

She was still lying on the bed and it was like I was confessing my sins.

“Well, I PM’d you and asked you if you would like to meet me in Vancouver and you did not respond. I though maybe you where upset or mad at me about the postings. So I did not book with you because I though that maybe you did not want to see me.”

“I wanted to see you, Mia; I was just not sure you wanted to see me.”

“Can I tell you something now?” she asked.

“Anything.”

“I was talking to Violet and she told me that Roxie was sick and that you had an appointment with her. I called in right away booked on and told the receptionist that if you call in that I was available and that I wanted to see you. I was not suppose to work tonight, I only booked on because I thought maybe you would choose me. I am very glad that you did.”

In that moment all of my anxieties melted away. Mia, this beautiful young, intelligent, sexual, passionate woman, wanted to see me.

I am sure the smile on my face matched the feelings I had in my heart for her at that moment.

“I am really hot” she said. “Do you have anything to drink?”

“Only water, but I can go down the hall and get some pop if you would like.”

“Ya, I would like that” she said.

“Which kind?”

“Dr Pepper if they have it or diet Coke or Pepsi”

After I got back with the pop, she opened a can and poured some for both of us.

She was now lying back on the bed, looking oh so inviting.

I lay beside her and started to kiss her lips and her neck. She responded in kind.

Any anxiety that either of us felt disappeared with those kisses.

“How do you feel” I asked.

“I am roasting in these clothes, can I take them off?”

“No, I said, I want to.”

“Can I at least take off the jacket?” she pleaded.

“Sure” I smiled.

She took off the jacket and there where those magnificent breasts once again. Hiding underneath the shirt and inside the black bra, but no denying that there they where. Perky, upturned and with those puffy nipples she had that I desire so much.

I started to undress her, taking her stockings off one at a time, then her bra.

“Let me see if I can take the garter belt off with taking my panties off” she said.

I watched in delight as she pulled her legs up and pulled it off. She then lay back on the bed with just her panties on. The last time she was with me she took them off too fast. Now she just laid there with them on the bed.

I reached down with my mount and kissed the inside of her leg. Her body tensed. Then the other side, she tensed again. Then I took my mouth and sucked on her panties right where her clit is. She opened her mouth and audible moaned as her back arched. I did not get to do that the last time we where together, and I damn well made sure I did this time.

I reached under her bum and grabbed her panties and pulled them of off her body. She was now completely naked, lying on the bed on her back. She was once again in my reach. She was once again in my life, even though it is a very short part of it.

“I want you naked” she said. “I want you naked now.”

I stood at the end of the bed and took off my t-shirt and pants.

I positioned myself on top of her without laying on her. We started to kiss once again.

“Kiss me like you like to be kissed” I said, “teach me how to kiss Mia.”
 

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Part two of part one.

I let her take control of my mouth with her tongue and her lips. What a delight it was to have this young woman teaching me something about her. We kissed like this for several minutes.

I lay beside her once again.

“I brought toys” she said with a mischievous grin.

“So did I” I said with a wicked smile.

“You show me yours and I will show you mine” she laughed.

“Ok, but mine is one a guy would bring to the party”, I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Let me show you” I said.

And I pulled it out.

“Ya” she said, “that is something a guy would have.”

She showed me hers, but we never got around to using them. We got distracted with other things.

Just about then on the CD player Ravels Bolero started to come on.

“Do you recognize this song?” I asked her.

“Yes, but I don’t know what it is.”

“It is Bolero, by Ravel. He was a French composer of the beginning of the last century and it is the most famous piece of music he wrote. But there is another story to it. There was a movie where this older guy tries to get this younger woman into bed and have sex with him. In the end of the movie they do end up in bed and she puts this piece of music on and says “This is the best sex music ever”. She is drop dead gorgeous, as you are Mia. The name of the movie is 10, and the woman’s who acted the part was Bo Derrick.”

“Ok, I have heard of it.”

I restarted the song, and restarted kissing her. Moving ever so slowly, in beat the music, down her body, her chin, her neck, her throat, down the breast with an excursion to each breast licking and sucking on her delicious puffy areolas, ending up by pulling each nipple into my mount.

Down her stomach, moving side to side with my tongue, finally getting to her belly button probing deep inside of it. Running the tip around the rim, and then continuing down to her star tattoo, tracing all of it finishing off at the bottom then continuing all the way to the little patch of pubic hair she has left.

The intensity of the music is only out matched by the intensity of her moaning.

I finally get to the place I have though about over and over again since our last meeting. I am at her pussy with my mouth, but I do not go there immediately. First I circle it completely, kissing and licking. Then when I am at the side, I gently glide my mouth over her pussy from the left side to the right side, blowing air against her clit.

Her back arch’s and she moans audibly. Her legs tense like there has been cold water thrown on them.

I can wait no longer, I start to run my tongue over her clit, and from side to side. Her sweet nectar is intoxicating, her moaning is exhilarating, and her pussy is the most desirable place I can thing of where I want to be.

The music is starting to come at us quicker now, and also louder.

Her body is in sync with it and she starts to explore it as a medium to which she can enhance her orgasm.

She is now completely entrapped by the music and my mouth. Her arms are wrapped across her body pushing against her breasts. I am watching all of this while I am tasting her. Watching for the signs when I can probe harder and deeper. Her body is telling me what to do.

She is passing from one moment of ecstasy to the other like the music passes from one instrument to another. Her moans are coming thicker and thicker and louder and louder and just like the song she is building in Crescendo. All of a sudden, she changes just like the music, from the soft rotating motions of her hips, she grabs the back of my head and pulls me aggressively into her pussy.

I do not think she now knows where the music ends and her body begins. Up come the cymbals and up comes her ass - up comes the bass drums and up comes the volume of her moaning.

Her body is now twisting and moving to the intensity of the music. She is responding to my mouth like the musicians are responding to the conductor’s baton.

There is a very deep guttural sound coming out of her mouth now, with the same intensity as the guttural sound of the trombones.

She continues in this writhing, moaning moment of ecstasy until I release her from my mouth.

She was done.

I was not.
 
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