“Sir, we’ll be landing soon,” I heard the pretty stewardess say as she reached over and touched my shoulder.
“Uh, thanks,” I said as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I looked over and saw the girls starting to wake up too. I pushed the window shade up a little bit and saw brilliant sunshine. It was morning in England. We had arrived.
A short time later the plane touched down at Gatwick airport. We were all feeling pretty groggy as we retrieved our luggage then slowly made our way through immigration. As we entered the part of the terminal where people were waiting to meet new arrivals, I spotted a young man in a dark navy suit holding up a sign with my last name on it. The girls spotted it as well and we headed over in his direction.
“That’s me,” I said as I pointed up to the sign.
“Mr. Smith?” (My real name is much more cumbersome and harder to pronounce correctly than this, but, for the sake of the story, I will continue to be “Mr. Smith”) I heard a female voice speak my name as a young woman stepped forward from the throng of people to stand next to the young man with the sign. I turned slightly and faced a very attractive red-haired woman that I guess was probably around 25-27 years old. She was very tall and slim, about 5′-9″ or 5′-10″ and she looked even taller in the high-heeled black pumps she was wearing. She seemed to carry herself with an innate air of sophistication and class, probably due to years of a privileged upbringing and education.
“Yes, I’m Mr. Smith,” I said as I extended my hand towards her. “But please, call me Jeff.” As I shook her delicate hand I had a good chance to size her up. Her height gave her a regal bearing that seemed to command your attention automatically. I saw a number of males who passed us by looking at her with more than a casual passing interest. And I had no doubts why, she was stunningly attractive. Her long deep red hair cascaded down on her shoulders and framed a beautiful face. She had startlingly pale skin which just seemed to suit her perfectly. She had the most alluring green eyes I think I had ever seen and her makeup accentuated them beautifully without being overdone. Her high cheekbones and slender nose gave her the look of high-fashion model. Her full soft lips were enticingly adorned with a bright red lipstick which looked even more brilliant against her pale white skin. It was the kind of face that you just wanted to hold in your hands and feed your hard cock right between those full red lips of hers.
“Alright, Jeff,” she said as she emphasized my name and then turned to the two young girls standing beside. “So which one of you is Emma and which one is Sharon?” she asked as she gave the girls a big smile which showed a dazzling set of brilliant white teeth. As she turned to speak to the girls, I was able to check out her body. She had on a dark navy suit with matching skirt which I was happy to see ended about halfway down her thighs. From the side, I could see the trim-fitting skirt forming nicely to a beautifully curved rear-end before molding itself against the back of her thighs. Her bare legs looked long, lean and beautiful, just like a model’s. They were the kind of legs I could easily picture wrapped around my back with her high heels locked over my ass I pounded away at her hot tight cunt.
Up top, her smart suit jacket nipped in nicely to accentuate a small waspish waist and then flared out over her womanly flared hips. Beneath the buttons at the front of the jacket, I could see a crisp white blouse with a stylish collar open at her long regal neck. Although it was difficult to see with the business-like suit jacket, beneath the rich navy material seemed to lurk a perfectly shaped pair of breasts. They filled the nicely contoured jacket beautifully; if I had to guess, I would say a nice full C-cup. All in all, like I said earlier, a stunningly attractive woman.
“I’m Emma and this is Sharon.” My niece replied to the young woman’s enquiry by nodding and then pointing to her friend.
“Welcome to England girls,” she said as she shook each of their hands in turn before turning back to me. “I’m Nicole, Mr. Sterling’s personal assistant.” Mr. Sterling was the General Manager of the new hotel we’d be staying at and that I’d come to review. “During your stay with us, I’ll be available to provide you with any assistance you may require.” Well, that certainly sounded promising, “any assistance I may require”. If things didn’t work out with Sharon, I might need a lot of “assistance” releasing some cum build-up over the next week. If the girls weren’t going to be available, I would certainly have no qualms about filling up this sweet young thing with some thick milky semen.
“Thanks very much, Nicole. I appreciate that,” I said giving her my best smile. I turned to the young man now holding the sign with my name on it at his side, “and this gentleman?”
“Oh I’m sorry; this is Henry, he’s our driver. He’ll be taking us back to the hotel. If you have all your things and are ready to go, we can be on our way.”
“Lead the way,” I said as I motioned towards the exit doors. As Nicole made her way past me, I was grateful to watch the sensual sway of her perfect ass. She must have done some modeling at some point; she had that same seductive walk that models have as they make their way down the catwalk. Her long bare legs looked beautifully sculpted as her trim ankles led into magnificent calves. The smooth bare skin of her lower legs showed just the perfect amount of defined muscle; not overly muscular like a female body-builder but just the right amount of definition that you could picture her legs on the sales packages or advertisements for nylons or pantyhose. Above that, my upward-traveling gaze unfortunately ended with only about half the length of the backs of those gorgeous thighs visible. Although she looked really fucking good just the way she was, I found myself wishing her little business skirt was about 6″ shorter. As I looked back down to those gracefully moving black pointy-toed high heels, I realized how much I loved the “CLACK, CLACK” sound of high heels as she made her way along the hard surface of the terminal floor. I eagerly watched her lithe young form moving gracefully before me for the short distance it took us to reach the exit doors.
“Oh wow! Is that for us?” Emma asked as just outside the terminal, Henry stepped forward and opened the rear door to a long black limo parked at the curb.
“Yes, Miss,” he responded kindly as he took our luggage and stowed everything in the trunk.
“Mr. Sterling wants to make sure your stay with us is as pleasant as possible,” Nicole said in her clipped English accent as she nodded towards the luxurious car. I thought to myself that holding that pretty face of hers on my hands and filling her mouth with over 9″ of hard cock would certainly help to make my stay as pleasant as possible too. The girls piled into the back of the limo and sat in the seat facing the rear while Nicole and I sat opposite them facing the front.
“This is so cool,” Sharon gushed as the car pulled into traffic and we started to make our way towards the city. The young girls continued to look this way and that from the windows on one side of the car to the other. In their excitement, neither one paid any attention to their abbreviated little skirts continuing to ride high up on their thighs. As they twisted and turned from side to side, I was treated to a spectacular view of their virginal white cotton panties as their legs carelessly parted. I flicked my eyes up a couple of times to see Nicole’s eyes focused on the delectable little display as well. I noticed she seemed particularly interested in Emma while my gaze more often sought out the plump thighs and pouting hidden labia of Sharon.
“So you’ll be having your interview with Mr. Sterling on Monday morning at 10:00am,” Nicole said as we made our way into the city. Previous arrangements had been made by the editor of the magazine for me to sit down with the General Manager of the hotel and get the necessary background and info for my article. Other than that, nothing else had been formally scheduled. All I knew was that all the amenities and facilities in the hotel were being made available to the girls and me, free of charge. Even when I had informed them I was bringing my niece and her friend as additional guests, they had continued to bend over backwards to accommodate anything we wished. Obviously they were hoping that a good review from me would benefit their business. It was true that the magazine I was writing this for was one of the most respected travel magazines in the world. Their opinion did carry a lot of weight with their many readers. I wasn’t surprised to see they were really rolling the red carpet for us; but the exquisite Nicole was definitely a delightful surprise.
“Okay, great. Monday morning. That’ll give us a couple of days to settle in and get used to the time change.”
“That’s what Mr. Sterling thought. Ah, here we are.” We had pulled into the main concourse of the hotel. As soon as we arrived, a couple of bellhops swarmed towards the rear of the car while we stepped out of the limo and took in our first glimpse of the hotel.
It was the newest 5-star hotel in London and understated opulence was everywhere to be seen. The decor was modern and sophisticated without being pompous or pretentious. It had a warm sense of welcome but still had you almost in awe at the spectacular grandeur of it all. A number of old derelict buildings in the center of the city had been demolished to make way for this impressive new structure. The designers had retained the classic charm of old London combined with the high-tech needs and desires of modern day users. My initial impression of the massive new facility was indeed a positive one.
“Right this way,” Nicole said as she led us into the large reception area. The girls tagged along behind me diligently as Nicole assisted in getting us registered. The girls’ heads seemed to be swiveling every which way and their eyes were big as saucers as they took in everything they could see. They were constantly pointing out one thing after another to each other as they spotted items of interest. The bellhops were told which rooms we were in and took a separate staff elevator up to the top level. When we had been issued our room keys, Nicole ushered us into the main customer lifts. We were in England after all, “lifts” being the proper word for our method of vertical transportation. We arrived at the fourth floor; this being the top level to fit in with the surrounding architecture of the vicinity. The hotel covered almost a whole city block and was massive in size, even though by American standards, the height of only four levels would seem quite different.