2 comments/ 24810 views/ 2 favorites Eliza's Game By: BlackQueenBishop Eliza's lips drifted slowly down over the hardening cock in her hands. She easily felt it slide to the back of her mouth. Any lack of solidity was banished as her tongue expertly circled the swollen head. She drew her lips back up it holding the ridge of the bulging head firmly she sucked on the tip eliciting a groan of pleasure from the recipient. Slightly releasing the tight grip with her lips she lets her suck turn into a swallow and slides her head down once again in a sharp motion squeezing the throbbing shaft between her lips. As the tip hits the top of her mouth she feet the whole cock twitch and swell accompanied by a tell-tale groan. She knew he wouldn't last long; she took pride in her skills. Two more rapid bobs on this shaft and she felt him cum. It splattered across the back of her throat and she expertly swallowed it, curling her lips along the length of his cock as she swallowed the small amount of cum he had managed. "God yes, swallow it." he groaned as she did just that. Her perfectly manicured painted finger nails scraped slowly across his balls as she gently squeezed them; this was too much as his final spurt dribbled onto her tongue. She dutifully swallowed it all and then squeezed the last out before leaning back letting it fall from her mouth. She fixed his eyes perfectly and stared smiling; lifting a finger to her lips she pushed a drop of escaped cum back into her mouth. She rose up slowly giving him another good look at her. Her hair was a dark brunette shade, she had deep hazel eyes, tanned skin, lips that pouted just enough. She was very pretty but that was before you even got to her curvaceous frame. Her 34Cs were pert and were presented well in her tight blouse. Her waist tapered but was abruptly interrupted by her flaring hips and pert butt. Her legs were not long but shapely and the 4" heels she stood up in gave added height to her 5'2" frame. She straightened her over the knee tight skirt and smiled again flicking her hair back into position and quickly examined herself in the mirror to see that her ruby her lipstick was still perfect. At 24 she looked like a dream. She dressed in the finest clothes, went to the finest places she had the sexual skills of a pornstar. She loved her life, looking down at her most recent 'lover' she smiled and collected the cheque from his table. It wouldn't bounce; he'd want her to come back after all. He had already drifted off and Eliza pushed his now flaccid cock back into his slacks and covered him with a blanket. His gentle snoring had just started so she opened the door quietly, looked back at her 80 year old blow job junkie snoozing and slipped into the corridor of the retirement home. James her tame care assistant was waiting for her. "She's coming girl, you better slip out the back." he said referring to the matron of the facility. She has caught Eliza once in a patient's room and had only just bought that she was the granddaughter of the naked resident. If it hadn't been for James coming in and saying the resident had had an accident then she would have been in caught. "Thanks James, he's sleeping." She kissed James on the cheek and slipped him $100 and smiled. As she darted off down the corridor toward the service entrance, she ran in her heels making barely a sound with the ease a normal person would run in bare feet. This was a girl who knew what she was doing. After slipping out she walked away from the service entrance for a block. As she went she passed a young couple. Eliza smiled at them politely as she passed them and then could not help but smile wider as she heard the wife saying "What are you staring at?" to her husband as he watched her pass. Eliza had always been a hit with the guys and for the most part, a great friend to any girl; as long as the girl in question kept her boyfriend clear of Eliza who had quite the penchant for attached men. She slipped into her blood red Porsche and turned the key. It was a couple of years old now but still made her smile every time she gunned the engine. For about 3 years now Eliza had turned her favourite pastime into a paying job. She didn't consider herself a hooker and in truth she was more an angel of mercy to the forgotten guys of the world. She had tried every kink you can name and she just enjoyed any opportunity to mix it up. She no longer slept with the conventional guys, the handsome jocks or chiselled city guys or even the rugged manual labourers; been there, done them. Eliza was into the unconventional guys and this was the key to her fortune. Retirement homes were a great source of revenue, the single guys, the widowers or ones whose wives were past satisfying their needs would pay handsomely for her charms. She would do anything for them and they gave her money. If she was a bit short or just needed a little going out money there was always some pensioner to relieve of his funds. She looked down at the cheque for 500 bucks and three more for that amount as well as one with $2000 written on it. It had been a good and profitable day. She was going to have a relaxing evening and tomorrow she was meeting a new guy back at Pine Acres who had sounded very nervous about his request to see her. Just off to the bank and then one more piece of business to take care of. She headed home and stepped into the lobby of the hotel she lived in. Mikey the bellboy was manning the desk, he had just turned last week 18 and was quite a head turner. He was quite confident but Eliza knew how to get anything out of him and was well aware of the effect she had on a man his age. "Heya Mikey, is your dad in?" "He's in the back Miss Dawson." he replied "Could I do anything for you?" he said with a grin "Aww, I'm sure you could baby, but I have business with your dad." she said not breaking her stride, brushing around the front desk and opening the backroom door. As she entered the back room she turned back to face a flustered Mikey. Slowly she bent over as she closed the door, 'accidently' offering him a glimpse of her pert breasts before it shut. The backroom was what you'd expect; lost luggage, a safe, spare keys, general office stuff. Sat behind a desk working on a stack of bills was a man in his early 50s and hardly a picture of beauty. Eliza often wondered if the son had got any of the father's characteristics and made yet another mental note to improve her friendship with the hotelier's wife. "I've come to pay for the room John." Eliza said in a business-like tone. "Thursday already is it?" John responded with a lustful sneer, pretending to have forgotten the highlight of his week. "Come on then, and pay it real good." "Have I ever disappointed you?" said Eliza smiling. "I'll let you know." he said as he unzipped his pants pulling his tiny cock out which was already hard as a rock. Eliza reached under her own skirt and pulled offer her panties throwing them on his desk as part of the rent deal and climbed onto his lap. His hands were all over her body, groping touching her firm skin, squeezing her pert breasts and ass. She grabbed the base of his throbbing organ and squeezed hard sliding down on it. She just about felt him inside as she held the base of his cock like a cockring and started riding. She flicked her hips rapidly along his shaft as he buried his head into her tits. Physically she was repulsed by this man but that made her so hot for him. He was fucking a girl so hot that even in his prime he would never have stood a chance with. She just loved how it made her feel, paying the rent this way when she could easily afford it. Three weeks a month she fucked his tiny prick for a $1500 a week suite. He grunted clawing at her blouse, his nails digging in as she held off his orgasm squeezing hard on the base of his shaft. The groans were loud but muffled by her ample breasts as her hips bucked along the rod. "Now bitch, now!" he screamed out as she quickly jumped off his shaft and dropped to her knees. John looked down at her, she covered his mouth with her free hand then released the grip she held on his shaft. This unleashed his pent up orgasm which arced from his twitching cock and sprayed across her pretty face. His cries now subdued by her hand were only barely supressed as several spurts of watery cum hit her face. As his orgasm slowed he relaxed back from her hand and muttered "Wow, your some hooker." She milked the last of his cum from his softening rod and let him relax. Again she stood up, reached into her bag and retrieved a tissue and wiping herself clean. "You can call me bitch, slut, tart, escort even whore if you want to; but if you ever call me a hooker again I will be looking for a new hotel. Is that clear?" "What's the difference?" he said complacently "I don't expect you to understand that." she said smiling "But that's the way I want it and if you ever want to have my body again, you will respect my wishes. Are we clear?" "Yeah, sure, ok." He said. He watched a smile return to Eliza's face and he knew, she knew, that he didn't want to lose their Thursdays. "But you ARE damn good!" he said by way of appeasement. "I know." she said "Rent paid?" "I may have to put the rent up." he said lecherously already feeling life returning to his cock at the sight of her. "And I may have to re-evaluate my living arrangements." she replied in a matter-of-fact way. He thought about this but he knew what he was going to do, same thing he did every week. Write off her rent again and hide it from his wife and son. "See you next week, slut." he said defiantly. She rolled her eyes, smiled and opened the door. The sudden opening surprised Mikey who had been trying to listen in to see what this business was. He could have sworn he'd heard his father scream at one point. "Good afternoon Mikey." Eliza said by way of a goodbye as she walked past him and strutted across to the stairs; her heels clicked on the marble floor. As she climbed away John came up beside his son. "Good looking girl, I know son. It's a bad idea to get involved with the guests though. So stick to looking, a girl like that is no good." "Why dad?" "Trust me son, when you have seen what I've seen, you know how to spot a bitch." John ran his finger over the underwear in his pocket memories of the last few minutes still playing through his mind. He already wished it was next Thursday. Eliza's Game Ch. 02 Eliza slipped a toe into the water, she felt its warm embrace circle her foot and pull it in. The sensation relaxed the muscles in her toes and ankle. She continued to slide her leg into the inviting grip of the hot tub, as she did a moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. Here in the solitude of her room she could relax and wash away the frustrations of the day. Soft jazz was playing in the background and the scent of the bath oil rising with the steam filled her senses; she climbed in and stood naked in the warm tub. She bent down and a quick twist of the switch sent soft massaging bubbles into the still water. She looked at her naked body in the mirror across the bathroom and smiled. Her hands ran naturally up her figure, over those devastatingly dangerous curves and up to her firm breasts. She let her fingers find the soft areolas and gently circled the nipples; she looked through the steam into her own deep dark eyes. The heat was having its effect; her hair was frizzing up and beads of sweat formed on her beautiful tanned skin. The sight of herself in the steam filled room even excited her and she felt her nipples hardening and her eyes dropping shut. With this she lowered herself into the warm bubbling water; kneeling at first she felt it wrap about her waist as though it was a skirt. Slowly she allowed herself to sink into the inviting waters and lie back letting her head slide under the surface. As she lifted her head out of the water she kept her eyes closed and spread her legs, the bubbles rushed in and she felt goose bumps of pleasure form on the most sensitive parts of her body. One hand with slender fingers found its way between her legs. Initially it protected her exposed pussy from the sensory assault of the inquisitive bubbles but, as soon as she felt her fingers make contact with her labia, her body responded. Eliza let one finger slide between her swelled and stimulated pussy lips. Slowly and effortlessly she started to slide it back and forth across the opening to her pleasure centre, her own juices mingling with the water. A coo of pleasure escaped her lips as she drove a nimble finger into her open pussy and then slowly withdrew it. She stretched it along her labia searching for her swollen clit as the music came to a crescendo. Just as the tip of her nail grazed the aching hard nub... Knock, knock, knock went the door. Eliza moaned in frustration and lay still in the tub hoping the intruder would go away but the mood was broken. Knock, knock, knock went the persistent knocker. "Coming!" she shouted. "Or at least I was going to." she muttered to herself. Reaching for a towelling robe that she had placed next to the tub she stood up. Anyone watching would have seen, rising from the water, a 24 year old knockout brunette glistening with water and oil, classically beautiful features and just a touch of frustration on her face. Reluctantly she wrapped the robe around herself and stepped out into the comparative biting cold of the bedroom. As she approached the door she heard once again, knock, knock, knock. Stopping in her stride she folded her arms and stood 6 feet from the door. "Who is it?" she enquired. "It's Mikey Miss Dawson." Came the slightly nervous reply. "What is it Mikey?" she said slightly less frustrated, uncrossed her arms and approached the door. "A package was delivered for you Miss Dawson." He said nervously then added "I signed for it." Eliza sighed at least someone could share her frustration. Teasing this boy was almost too easy but she could not help herself when she heard the obvious eagerness to please her in his voice. She looked quickly through the spy hole and saw him stood there smartly holding a nicely wrapped gift box. Before opening the door she pulled the cord on her robe letting it fall open then pulled it closed again about her naked body and held it in place with her arm over it. When the door opened his eyes were all over her, she leant against the frame and greeted him. "Hello Mikey. Thanks for bringing this up." She purred in an exaggerated fashion of gratefulness. "Oh it's no problem Miss Dawson." He replied happily, missing her tease. "Your dad's not about Mikey, you can call me Eliza." "Yes, Eliza." He gulped, lingering on her name, never letting his eyes leave her. "Oh." He said coming to his senses and offered her the parcel. "Are you going out tonight Mikey?" she asked not yet taking the offered box which would release him from his frustration at being in her presence. "Umm, yes Miss... Eliza. My mate, Tony got us tickets to this gig in town." "Sounds fun, you taking your girlfriend?" she asked. Mikey squirmed at having her ask this. "Umm I don't have a girlfriend." He replied, half in shame, half in hope as he looked optimistically into her eyes. "Aww" she said immediately making him feel about 6 inches tall. "That's a shame. Thanks for the parcel Mikey, enjoy the gig." Suddenly she took the offered parcel and as she had planned let the robe fall open. He got the smallest of small glimpses of her naked body as she took the parcel and shut the door. He almost thought he hadn't seen this flash of his fantasy woman's naked form but, they both knew he had. As the door clicked shut Eliza forgot about the frustrated youth and turned her attention to the parcel. The paper was expensive, the bow was a real ribbon cut from fabric and the folds were nearly impossible to see. If the wrapping was anything to go by then this was an expensive gift. There was no card on the outside so she pulled the ribbon. The paper practically unfolded itself as the ribbon came away and presented its contents, a black gloss stiff card box and a small white envelope. Eliza took the card and opened it. Inside it simply said: "I very much look forward to tomorrow. If it is not too much trouble could you wear this?" The card was simply signed Tom. Eliza smiled again; her appointment tomorrow was looking promising. Expensive gifts and she hadn't even had to take her clothes off. Her reputation must truly be preceding her. After lifting the top off the box she had to peel back a layer of tissue paper and then she saw it. She had been given lingerie before but this was not some cheap sex shop effort, not even something as classy as Victoria's Secret. This was exclusive, classically designed and probably had cost as much as her fee on its own. She could not help herself and lifted the corset from the box. Holding it against her body it appeared to be a perfect fit. Oh she was going to like this guy. Realising she was still wet and oily from the tub she placed the lingerie back in its box, and put the lid back on before almost running back into the bathroom. Looking up at the clock she decided not to climb back into the scented soak and instead turned on the shower. The stem had caused her reflection in the mirror to be blurred of any detail, but by the soft light she could see her body outlined in it. She let the robe fall off her shoulders and began snaking her body in time to the music briefly. Sighing she returned to stillness and watched herself move as she stepped into the shower and closed the glass door which further blurred her image. The water ran down her like the snaking hands of a dozen men, feeling for all the intimate corners of her body. Tilting her head back she let the water cascade over her breasts and run through her hair slowly as she washed it. The soap and shampoo once again made her body smooth and slippery to the touch and she took her time outlining her breasts and hips. All too soon her shower seemed to be over and she stepped out again. Wrapping her hair in a towel and pulling her robe on again before strolling back into the bedroom. Glancing briefly at the lingerie box she decided it was best to leave that till tomorrow. If it truly fitted she would wear it. If not, she was sure she could find something in her collection to suffice. She knew if she tried it on now, she could not trust herself to take it off again. She went through her own collection and picked out a simple black lacy bra and thong set. She matched this with a black suspender belt and almost sheer black stockings. Tonight was a 'little black dress' night she thought and found an old faithful Chanel classic. Laid out on the bed the clothes looked like shapeless material crying out to her to give them form. An hour later she was dry, her makeup was done, her hair was soft and full bodied and left to fall down to its full length. It took her only a moment to pull on the clothes and each piece came to life as it fitted tightly to her body. Finally she slipped into the strappy 4 inch black heels with steel tips and looked once again at herself in the mirror. A quick look at the clock and she was out the door. As she settled into the back of the black Mercedes, she allowed herself a minute to laugh at the faces of Mikey and his friend Tony. The pair had been waiting for a cab as she left the hotel and she had heard a groan of desire from Mikey upon her arrival on the pavement. "Damn man, look." Tony had said and none too subtly nudged his mate to point her out. Even though she was behind privacy glass they had both stared at the car with longing as it drove off. "Where to Miss Dawson." Said the driver, looking at her in the rear view mirror. "Gino's on 5th." "Coming right up." Said the cheerful driver. "I'm Phil by the way, you need anything back there?" "No thanks Phil, everything is perfect back here. Is this your first day? Not seen you before." "Yes ma'am, started this morning. The boss said I was to look after you." "We go way back your boss and I." said Eliza "He always sends me the best. You must have impressed him. Are you ex-services?" "Veteran marine ma'am." He said correctly "Thirty years' service." He had kind eyes and broad shoulders. From the little Eliza could see he looked like he could be intimidating. "And a gentleman too? No wonder James hired you. Well Phil I need you to pick me up at 1am sharp, same place you drop me off. You on all night?" "I will just be finishing up then. I can drop you off on my way home Miss Dawson." "Perfect!" As their conversation finished so did the journey. Phil pulled up right at the club entrance and stepped out of the car. Quickly he rushed round unfurling an umbrella and opened Eliza's door. She stepped out not a drop of rain was allowed to hit her as Phil walked her to the canopy of Gino's bar. "My god!" said Eliza. Anyone hearing her, including Phil assumed she meant the weather. In reality she had just got her first proper look at her 6 foot 8 inch black driver. Handsome was the only word that fitted. She looked into his big eyes and felt the strong but gentle touch of his hand as he helped her to the door. "Have a good evening Ma'am." Phil said as he tipped his hat and walked back to the car. Eliza stood and watched as he walked away, tall and proud. His training and discipline however did not stop him from stealing a look back at the beauty he had dropped off. Eliza smiled at his stolen glance then turned and headed into the bar. Inside music from Italian crooners provided the soundtrack and smells of good food and fine wine filled the air. The bar was busy but not crowded and several heads turned to see as she came in and many an eye lingered on her as she walked up to the bar. "Eh Eliza! Beautiful lady. How is you this evening?" a very excited Gino greeted her as she approached. "Doing good Gino! How are you?" she replied smiling at the compliment. "Oh, not so good you know? Now you're here though, my heart, it sings to see you! Such a vision!" he said almost gushing at the sight of her. "And how's your wife?" she asked. As she said this the collected men and women at the bar laughed at the old Italian owner. "Oh, you tease me. She's the same as ever, still alive, still a bitch and thankfully, still in Italia!" Again the group laughed and Eliza took a seat. Crossing her legs she sat at the bar and started to get to know the assembled crowd. The drinks flowed, the single guys took turns talking to and dancing with Eliza. The attached guys kept hoping for their wives to go to the bathroom so they could do the same. The evening wore on and finally the clock struck midnight. "Okay, drink up, go to your homes." Gino shouted across the bar. The place was quieter now anyway, most people stopped into Gino's to start off their evening and he closed up around midnight. Eliza stayed sat at the bar as the hopeful single guys sighed and realised that they had not made enough of an impression on her to be the lucky one tonight. Gino leaned on the bar and talked to Eliza. "It's not that I don't love her Eliza. I do! It's just; well she's not the woman she was." "I know Gino. When I was growing up my daddy always told me that you two were a perfect couple and something to aspire to." "Sadly, that has not been true for some time." He said slowly taking a sip of his wine. "When I first met you father he was about your age, all rough, all fight. You know he made a play for my wife?" "Really?" "Yes! Can you believe it, she was 40 then. Still a looker but, he was 25 and handsome, why play for my wife? We had our first and last fight that night!" Interesting she thought. Maybe she had inherited her desire for older men from her father. "Still." Gino continued "When he met your mother five years later he was a much calmer man. He thanked me for straightening him out." Gino looked suddenly sheepish. A little drunk perhaps he looked into her eyes. "Oh, beautiful girl. If only I were fifty years younger..." "And what difference would that make?" she said, teasing him. "Oh if you only knew how beautiful you are, how you excite even my old heart." At this she stood on the foot rest of her stool and leaned over the bar. She placed a kiss on his cheek only a few millimetres from his lips. The groan that came out of him told her all she needed to know. "You are an old friend Gino. You don't even have to tell me." With that she slipped off her bar stool and walked round the bar. Standing behind Gino she reached round, unzipped his flies and reached expertly into his slacks. His cock was hard as a rock and not a bad length, though a bit thin. Gino opened his mouth as if to try to stop her but she silenced him with a long slow 'shh'. Pulling his cock free she started to stroke the length slowly. He sprang to attention and had to brace himself on the bar. Eliza saw a waiter on his way over and ducked down to the floor stopped stroking but held his cock in her soft warm hand. The waiter could not see her as he approached his boss. "I'm just about done boss. Could I take off early? My girl is waiting for me, it's our anniversary." Gino struggle to respond, the nubile young woman holding his old cock was quite a distraction. "You alright boss?" the concerned waiter asked. Eliza released her grip to allow the old Italian to concentrate on the question. "What?" said Gino finally responded before remembering the question. "Oh sure, sure. Lock up for me on the way out will ya?" "Will do boss." replied the waiter. "Good night." Again Gino didn't respond as the skilful lady below the counter had started to slide her hand up and down his shaft again. Eliza jerked his cock with short strokes then spotted the olive oil under the bar. She poured a small amount onto his cock making it glisten as she rubbed it in. This increased lubrication allowed her hand to more easily and slide over the whole length. The silence was briefly shattered as the bar door shut and the waiter locked it, they were alone. Gino announced this with a long drawn out groan. "Uh, ohhh, mmmm. God, my god. I thought he'd never leave." Eliza increased her strokes and the sounds of pleasure kept coming from her old family friend. She pumped away on his thin old cock, amazed by his resilience. "You like that, Uncle Gino?" She said using the given title her parents had called him. "More than you know. How many times have I fantasised this? Too many! Is this a dream?" "So many questions; let me answer them like this." At this Eliza quickened her pace, the oil was all over her hand and his shaft and he became incapable of speech settling instead for a series of groans. He was close and she could feel him swelling. She squeezed the base of his cock and reached round with her other hand to grab his balls. No sooner had her fingers touched his sack then he screamed out loud letting loose a spray of cum over the glasses under the bar. His first spurt coincided with the clock striking 1am. Eliza milked his old cock making his screams fill the bar. As he began to subside she saw the reflection of the black Merc pulling up outside. As he finished his orgasm Gino buckled and she lowered him onto his chair behind the bar. Leaning in she kissed him again, this time fully on the lips. "Thanks for a wonderful evening Uncle Gino." She said. Gino smiled a look of affection as his breathing returned to normal. Eliza washed her hands in the bar sink and straightened her dress before heading to the back door and out onto the street. Phil opened his car door as soon as he saw her and hurriedly got to her with the umbrella. It was barely raining now but he took his job seriously and he really didn't want to piss off the boss's favourite client on his first day. "Thank you Phil." She said and took his arm as he escorted her to the car. Her steel tipped heels clicked on the rain soak pavement which reflected the neon lights of clubs and bars still open. As they reached the car, Gino's lights went out. Phil opened the door and she slid in letting her dress ride enough up so he could see that she was wearing stockings. Phil tried so hard not to look as he closed the door. He went back round to his side, took a deep breath of composure, got in and drove off. "Back home Miss Dawson?" he asked politely attempting to get his mind back on his job. "Yes, thank you Phil." She replied. The journey back to the hotel was uneventful. Eliza had her phone out and was answering messages. One message in particular made her smile and she looked up at the rear-view mirror catching Phil's eyes. He looked away quickly but it was an age in real terms. Phil pulled the car up in front of Eliza's hotel but before he could get out, Eliza stopped him. "Wait. I've just had an interesting message about you Phil." She could not hide her playful manner. "Nothing bad I hope." Phil asked nervously. "Very sweet actually, James says you finished at midnight, yet here you are picking me up a 1. How do you explain that?" "Well miss." He began nervously. "It is my first day and Mr Wilkinson impressed on me how important a client you are. I didn't want to start out by saying I couldn't pick you up so, I decided I would wait for you." "You didn't need to do that Phil. I am sure you have a reason to go home? One of the other guys could have picked me up." "I wanted to ma'am." "Oh and why is that?" "Well..." "No wife waiting for you?" "She'll be asleep anyway ma'am. I wanted to make a good impression on you." Confirmation of a wife was all it took to decide her. A married vet, tall, black, muscular and such a gentleman. "Could you take me round the back? I think they are locking the front door at 1am now." Eliza lied. Phil was feeling very nervous, had he offended her? He didn't know what to think as he took the big car round into the small car park at the back of the hotel. This time he got straight out and took a deep breath heading to her side of the car. When he opened the door, she wasn't there. He bent down and looked in; she had slid to the other side and had one leg on the seat and the other on the floor. Her eyes met his instantly and she released her hold on the skirt. The stretch of the fabric slid out contracting round her thighs and exposing her stockings. Eliza's Game Ch. 03 Eliza woke the next morning to the sound of her alarm ringing out. She turned her head and saw the blue LED display showing 10:00. Reaching across she found the cancellation button and clicked it off. The sheets clung to her body, as eager to hold on to her as any of her lovers. A quick look out the window showed that it was a lovely day. The rain had washed away the filth on the streets and provided a blank canvas for the city to dirty. Reluctantly Eliza slipped from beneath her white silk sheets and her feet found the deep pile cream carpet. She sat naked on the edge of the bed stretching and yawning the last of her sleepiness away. The prickle of morning's cold spread over her body. She stood up, and stretched to full height; the streaking sunlight from the unmasked window bathed her soft, tanned skin with the relief of warmth. She headed to the bathroom rubbing her head. Her hair was ruffled up but her fingers ran smoothly through it. She had showered the night before and the raking of her fingers through the tresses unsheathed the chestnut glow from if dull prison. A while later she emerged from the bathroom; her hair was now brushed and tied in a low loose pony tail secured with a white handkerchief covered in blue spots. Her nails shined a deep rose red to match the shade she had chosen for her full pouting lips. Her eyes looked deep and mysterious thanks to the skill of applied eyeliner, mascara and eye-shadow. Still naked she approached the gift box, delivered last night by way of the frustrated hotelier's son. Once again she removed the black glossed stiff card lid and looked down at the champagne coloured lingerie. Eliza let her fingers play across the delicate silk of the corset which lay on top and felt the soft lace of the bust line. She removed it slowly from the box in an almost reverent manner cradling it in her soft, nimble hands. Gently she loosened the lacing on the back and stepped into the delicate bodice. She pulled it up her legs allowing it to caress them and up to her perfect rounded butt. She pulled it tightly over it and the corset came to rest almost naturally on her flared and sensual hips. She lined it up against herself and held it with her hands around her waist. As she had suspected, a perfect fit. Reaching round to her back she pulled the cords tight, the fish-boning seemed to clip into place around her flawless figure hugging her into the sensual garment. Standing back she looked at herself, the corset sat comfortably on her hips and accentuating the curve of her body. It pulled in tight to her waist though it did not squeeze her and smoothly flared out to hold in and push her breasts pleasingly. The outline was flawless. This was a piece of lingerie designed with love, care and a desire to show beauty. Coupled with Eliza's stunning figure and natural grace, it did not seem fair on the rest of the world. Next the matching suspender belt clipped round her, hugging her hips without adjustment, again as if made for her. She had to un-wrap the stockings from soft tissue paper. They were so soft she could barely feel them in her delicate hands as she ran the silken material through her fingers. Eliza ran her hand down her leg to be sure they were still smooth and would not snag them. Her hands glided across the skin on her legs and found no trace of interruption so she sank on to the bed once more. Rolling up one stocking she placed it over her right foot and pulled it up her calf. The silk caressed her skin and passed effortlessly over her knee. She stretched the gently weaving out and it held her leg perfectly. As the top approached her thigh she slowed down the pull, slowly she straightened her leg and lend back to remove any hint of wrinkle. This sight could have been lifted from a 1920s Paris boudoir. She pulled the stocking tight and met the dangling suspender strap. Expertly she threaded the strap and snapped it closed at the stocking top. Her hands reached again for her toe, she smoothed the length of her leg pushing the stocking into her skin all the way to her soft thigh. She rubbed her stocking foot against her other leg and felt how the softness of the material felt against her own skin. Slowly and with as much care she repeated this action with her other leg till both were covered with the fine silk sheathes. Again she looked into the mirror and smiled at the effect of her most recently acquired underwear. Finally she reached into the box and pulled out the matching thong. Like the rest of the items it was silk with a lacy and soft trim. She took great pleasure in pulling it up and against her pussy. As it made contact she could not help but be further aroused by the sensation of such soft material pushing into the most delicate parts of her. After a few indulgent moments she reached for a white dress she had lain out and pulled it over her head. From her waist down it flowed out full down to her ankles, from the waist up it clung tight to her body showing the curve of her hips, waist and chest. The top line of the dress just covered the corset top and provided the perfect stage for her ample cleavage; her arms and shoulders were left bare. A pair of 4 inch white stilettoes and some big sunglasses completed the picture and once again she looked in the mirror. Satisfied with what she saw she picked up a matching white bag and threw a white knit weave wrap across her shoulders. With that she unlocked her door and left the sanctuary of her apartment. Walking down the stairs she saw through the banister a somewhat dishevelled looking Mikey. He was bent over the front desk, half asleep, his hair a mess and his clothes not quite straight. He yawned widely and looked decidedly pale. "Good night was it?" she said as she approached the desk. Mikey stood up fast, startled by the sudden arrival of his number one fantasy. The rapid movement seemed to pain his head greatly and he winced even at the sight of her. "Umm, Good morning Miss Dawson." He feebly replied. "Yes thank you, it was great." He said trying to smile but gave it up. "Too much to drink? Your only 18, how come you have a hangover?" "Oh it's not a hangover; we were a bit close to the front which was very loud. That and Tony got into this fight which, somehow ended up with me getting hit in the head." "Awww poor Mikey. I hope you're ok, did you go to the hospital?" "Yes Miss." He said, making her feel a little like a school mistress, not that she minded. "Apparently I'm fine; I'll just have a bit of a sore head for a day or two." "That's good. Any messages for me?" she smiled, changing the subject. "Three." He said immediately. The hotel may well have been full of guests but Mikey took such a special interest in Eliza he was practically her stalker. She looked him over; he was about 6'6", athletically built, mousey but thick hair that was cut to about face length and usually well styled. He had big hands and feet which was always a good sign but, most of all he had soft brown eyes and a gentle delicate smile. He was handsome, how could he not be involved with someone? She pondered. If it had not been for the way he drooled over her she would have suspected his friend Tony. Mikey handed her two telephone messages and an envelope. Eliza glanced over the messages; one was from a friend in town telling her that the clothes she had been waiting for her would be in stock tomorrow. The second was from her nurse friend at today's home, Julie informing her that their matron was going to be away today and that she was going to be in charge. That was a spot of luck Eliza thought, a free reign with a new client, no interruptions. Cracking open the envelope she peered inside and saw the handwriting, it belonged to Gino and she decided it could wait till later. She pushed the small pile into her bag and looked back up at Mikey. "Thanks baby." She said smiling up at his slightly pained face. Feeling generous she placed her hand on his temples and softly massaged them. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her soft hands on his head. Slowly she pulled his aching head downward so as he didn't even notice and she placed a gently kiss on his forehead. The sudden contact with her lips shocked him and he opened his eyes as she let his head go and he found himself staring right into her eyes. She was already leaving and as she turned away he once again watched her go, his pants were twitching, all thought of his pain gone. That was until the next customer had to raise him from his gazing stupor by ringing the desk bell. Thirty minutes later, Eliza pulled her Porsche up to the curb two blocks from the nursing home and got out. It was a lovely warm day but she pulled the wrap onto her shoulder to protect from sunburn. A big Audrey Hepburn style hat protected her face from the ravages of the sun's heat, her skin needed to remain perfect; it was part of her appeal. She walked down the street attracting the usual glances of passing men and pushed her hand into her bag, pulling out the letter from Gino as she walked. This is what she read: "Dearest Eliza. For so long I have dreamt of you. Last night I thought was a dream also until I went down to the bar and discovered the mess I made under it. I hope you will forgive me for taking advantage of you and I hope you are not angry with me. Please come over soon so we can talk. If you get here for four it will still be quiet. I am quite busy though this weekend as my son, Marco is coming to stay. Please Eliza I beg you, come and see me. I am sure we can work this out. Ciao Gino." Eliza smiled. He actually thought last night was his idea? She really had thought her plan would have been harder to execute than that. She folded the letter away and glanced at her watch, 11:43 perfect timing as she walked up the drive of Pine Acres. The front door opened and Julie greeted her on the step, she was a pretty woman in her late 40s with curly blond hair and a matronly figure, clearly once she had been quite the knockout. She greeted Eliza, kissing her cheek and giving her a hug. "It's good to see you Eliza and so nice I can greet you at the front door for once!" "Good to see you Julie, how's that son of yours?" "He's very well, just got accepted to NYU on a football scholarship and you just keep your hands off him!" Julie laughed knowing full well her friend's desire for forbidden fruit. "Why, does he not have a girlfriend?" she asked almost innocently. "He does, three if truth be told." Julie replied with sly warning. "Oh well I'll defiantly have to pay him a visit!" The two women broke out laughing and walked nearly arm in arm to the open reception hall. It was a grand, old building with plush carpets and lavish furnishings. Rows and rows of fine ornaments and polished glassware shone about the place, the sort of establishment only the incredibly wealthy could afford to die in. "Now, Miss 'Price' your 'uncle' is up on the second floor, room 204 at the end. Just turn right as you get to the top of the stairs." Julie said in a business-like manner. "Have fun!" she added in a much more mischievous tone. As Eliza climbed the stairs she turned onto the corridor as instructed and walked slowly toward room 204. She passed Michael, a gentleman who she would occasionally call on, walking with his wife as they made their way toward the elevator. Eliza smiled at him and winked, he had given her name to the mysterious Mr Tom Larson, the man who she had come to see. Michael longingly looked at her and mouthed 'Tuesday' at her. Eliza nodded in acknowledgement and walked on past them. She stopped outside room 204 to draw out her diary and write, 'Michael' in her appointments for Tuesday afternoon at 14:00, his usual time. She removed her hat and held it in her hand the sunglasses and wrap she put into her bag and knocked smartly on the door. "It's open." Said a slightly nervous voice from behind the door. Eliza twisted the knob and pushed it open. She had never been inside one of the end residences before; it was large and finely decorated. Residents bought their own furniture and possessions and she could tell from a glance around that this was not cheap flat pack creations. This glance round the sitting room of the suite made her think she was charging this guy too little. Any lingering guilt she may have had over keeping the lingerie faded and she slowly spun round looking at the finery. Tom Larson was nowhere in sight but there were several rooms off this one so she decided to wait for him to reveal himself. Eliza was used to men trying to make an impression with a dramatic entrance, she had long since learnt it was by far the best policy to flatter their plans with the reaction they were after. After about a minute the door to what was obviously the bathroom opened and out stepped Mr Larson. Eliza estimated he was about 6'4" and in his early 80s from his had grey but it was quite thick hair which was combed neatly. He was a fairly thin man with glass blue eyes and a nice set of teeth and he stood still smiling nervously at her. He was not exactly in the pique of fitness but for his age he seemed solid on his feet and moved with a gently grace. Tom stood framed in the doorway of the bathroom and stared at her, his breath taken away by what he had 'bought'. Eliza struggled to suppress a wry smile and after giving him ample time to admire her, she stepped forward to meet him. "Mr Larson, I'm Eliza, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said holding out her hand at a turned down angle as if offering it up for a kiss. "Tom. Call me Tom." He said nervously swallowing, taking her gentle hand. "I've never done anything like this before, you are quite lovely." "Thank you." She said "Compliments are always welcome Tom. I trust you will not be disappointed by this experience. If you have any questions or concerns please do not hesitate to ask, you won't offend me and I just want you to be comfortable and of course, satisfied." Tom seemed to visibly relax at this reassurance and he let out a long breath. "Can I offer you a cup of tea or coffee?" Tom asked, moving into a more comfortable hosting mind set. "Tea sounds nice Tom. Can I have seat?" "Oh, of course, where are my manners, please sit wherever you want." Tom scuttled into the kitchen and Eliza put her bag down as she sat herself on the sofa crossing her legs seductively. She felt the soft silk of the stockings sliding against each other as her shapely legs moved across each other smoothly under her dress. She adjusted the hem to ensure he would see her ankle when he came back into the room. This glimpse would betray that she had complied with the request to wear his gift. "Lovely place you have here Tom." She said loud enough so he could hear her from the kitchen. "Yes" he said making his way back into the lounge. As he entered his eyes instinctively fell onto her body, he swallowed hard seeing the glimpse of silk on her legs. "It suits me fine." He managed to say weakly, a lump in his throat betrayed his excitement. "How long have you been here?" She asked trying to keep the conversation normal and light. "About 2 years." He said "I have always kept myself to myself. I don't really mix with the other residents much but, Michael found out it was my 84th last month and convinced the home to throw me a party." "So, we have been a mystery to each other then." She smiled coyly at him "Did Michael betray my existence to you as a birthday surprise?" Tom laughed weakly seemingly nervous again. "You will have to forgive me Tom, I tease rather a lot and I am afraid I have made you uneasy." Tom smiled again at her apology and relaxed a little feeling once again in control. "Could I ask you," he began but stopped nervously before restarting with more commitment "Could I ask you? When... How..." Eliza knew what he was trying to ask, everyone asked the same question the first time. "When, is up to you, I prefer to settle terms and then you just leave a cheque or cash somewhere obvious and I will collect it on the way out. How much is dependent on what you want. Eliza handed him a small, folded piece of paper which he opened and read. He did not seem fazed by the amount she had written on the paper. Tom stood thinking for a moment and seemed to be quite scared, he looked up at Eliza and she smiled a soft loving smile at him. Most of him then melted at the affection in her soft eyes, one part of him however was afflicted with the opposite effect. "Will the side board be ok?" He said indicating a place on the piece of furniture near the door. "Perfect." She said again smiling back at him. They stared at each other and the moment was only broken by the click of the kettle giving Tom the excuse to retreat back to the kitchen to retain his composure and fix the drinks. A short while later the mismatched couple sat on the sofa, drank tea and talked about current affairs, fashion, television, films anything but sex. Tom relaxed and soon they were laughing and enjoying each other's company. An hour passed which put Tom finally at his ease and gave him the confidence to bring the conversation back to reason for her visit. "I want you to know, I have only ever been with my wife; and she said I wasn't any good. It became a birthday treat for me mostly, and she obviously took little pleasure in that." "Was she a virgin when you met?" Eliza enquired. "No, she had had three previous lovers and she once told me when we were struggling with our physical relationship that I was the most disappointing." Eliza extended her hand and squeezed Tom's arm reassuringly. "Don't worry baby, I'm sure you'll be fine. What didn't she like?" Tom looked nervous again but he seemed determined to get his sentence out and apprise her of the horrible truth. "She said, my cock was, weird. She said it was peculiar and uncomfortable. I just don't want you to do something you wouldn't like, so please, tell me if you would sooner we, didn't." Again he looked nervous desperately hoping that he had not frightened off the 24 year old beauty. "Don't worry Tom; I won't let you hurt me. But I am sure it will be fine, I will help you get the pleasure you have always dreamt about. Thank you for your warning though Tom, it's very sweet of you." She smiled at him and he relaxed, her words comforting him as did the acknowledgement of his chivalry. "Thank you." He said, taking a long out breath again. Sensing that all had been said that needed to be, Eliza took the initiative. She leant across toward him and kissed his lips softly, he responded naturally pressing against hers. Eliza sucked his lower lip gently as she completed the kiss and fluttered open her eyes fixing his. Tom stared nervously back at her with an ever growing look of lust and desire crossing his face. Eliza waited. It was his turn to kiss her and she did not have to have great patience. Tom leaned in and kissed her hard, not with any great skill but with a great sense of urgency. Having not been hired as a teacher she accepted his unskilled advances and moved her lips on his to follow the movement and enhance the sensation. He slowly began to follow her guiding lips and after a couple of minutes they were making out nicely. Tom allowed his hands to reach her shoulders and with great reluctance broke the kiss. He breathed heavily trying to recover from the intense stimulation of this beautiful young woman. Eliza once again fixed his eyes her chest moving slowly up and down in time with her breaths before slowly she stood up. She walked away from him without a word allowing the natural swing of her hips to lead his gaze losing sight of her only as she entered his bedroom. Tom stood up and followed her like a zombie, still lost in the pleasure of their kiss, hypnotized by the swing of her hips and the click of her heels. He stopped off briefly and wrote a cheque leaving it in the pre-arranged location. Then he continued the entranced walk to his bedroom, following the temptress with no further fear.