Night visit (part7)

  "Let me help you up," Marina heard his words through the fog that was beginning to cloud her brain with a myriad of disturbing imagined possible outcomes, for what she knew was about to occur. It wasn't just her over-active mind, however, that now contributed to her sense of unease. Since she'd returned home that day, the sophisticated Embassy guest had spent most of her time lying down, if not always actually asleep. As the stranger gently helped her to stand, her head began to spin a little, owing to the continuing effects of fine wine. Her unknown handler, for his part, had not seen Marina standing up since the earlier event & he had never seen her upright in such a state of undress. As a result, from deep within himself, he experienced such a rising tide of desire that he was in danger of becoming even more befuddled than the seriously gorgeous woman beside him, a feeling enhanced as he inhaled the strong, intoxicating scent of Marina's costly perfume. Inwardly he re-focussed, taking a moment to steady himself, realising that this was no time to give in to an understandable but still controllable passion. "Lead on, if you please madam," he said presently.

Marina started walking towards the bathroom, which luckily was close to the bedroom. Her unknown imposed companion hung back slightly, in order to fully take in the fabulous sight of Marina wearing nothing except a suspender belt, stockings & shiny black high heels, moving ahead of him with a truly hypnotic rhythm, despite being in something of a hurry herself. At that moment he felt very lucky to be a witness to such a poetic progress. When Marina arrived at the bathroom & went in, it immediately dawned on her that she would not be able to lock the door. "I'll wait here, 'til you're done," the man informed her, " then sit astride your bidet facing the taps & let me know you're ready." So it was that, in a short while, he heard the lady's voice & went into the room. As he'd intended, the sight that met his eyes was a scene he would have described as delightful. Marina sat astride her bidet, which inevitably placed her buttocks in a prominent position. His gaze wandered up the curve of her back to the top of her head, then stared back down again. He approached the controls & turned on the blender tap, waiting until the water temperature was comfortably warm, before ensuring a soothing jet travelled the length of Marina's genitalia from front to back. When he deemed that the task was complete, he reached for one of the white towels hanging from hooks on the back of the door .