We'll all be seriously disappointed if you write later that she came back and you didn't show her some hospitality.

So, Well. How to begin.
The nodding off, I did say I've been working twelve hour shifts which is why I'm in Wales in the first place.
And the waking up, that feeling something isn't right.
She must have tapped at the door, I wasn't that sound off but I was up like a shot, pillow over my shrunkeness (wasn't like that when i dosed off).
She was walking away along the corridor. Heard me and turned. I wiggled a finger, she came, smiling again. I must have been too, my face has been aching all day.
I opened the door wide to let her in and she did that inspection thing, you know, tracing the finger nails along over everything.
I start to put trousers on, feeling a bit naked infront of her black waitressy low top and trousers. ( Sorry, no mini skirt - this is WALES)
She wagged a finger at me so I stopped, stepped out of them again. She came closer, put her finger to her lips in a 'Sshhshh'
She flipped her bag open then and took out a pretty pair of panties, light blue, frilly little girly ones. then she flicked the light out.
She took my chin in her fingers and opened my mouth, pressed the panties to my mouth, scented by her, unmistakably.
She pressed them against my tongue and pushed up on my chin. The scent invaded my nostrils, set pulses racing.
Her smile was calm, Enigmatic? is that the Mona Lisa one. Calming yet -
Then she turned, her hands reached behind her and slipped her jumper up over her head and off.
Her body scent reached me as my eyes earched her bare skin in the near darkness. The skin of her shoulders was warm to my touch as I stroked out to her bra straps, followed them down, moved in to the little clasp. hoping it would come open at the first try and she wouldn't have to do it for me.
She shrugged it away from her breasts and leant forwards to toss it towards her handbag.
To get the balance back I reached for my tie, snapped it tight between my hands. Her eyes opened wide as she turned towards me. That damn smile never left her face, got broader, curled up at the ends, went Mona Lisa again. She offered her hands together, towards me, to be bound. Then she looked down to see how big it was. that smile again, well at least she didn't laugh.
I took one wrist,made a loop in the tie and slid it over her hand. Then I turned her, drew her hands together behind her, aand tied her wrists together. there was no pulling away, as i pulled the knot tight she looked back over her shoulder and 'smiled'.
I reached around, cupped her breasts. Full as only a chubby girl can be, but just nicely chubby, a good waist, nice thighs (that reminds me - her trousers). A side zip, awkward. She was patient, playing for the end game, knowing she'd struck lucky. This wasn't going to be a quick bonk and and call a cab.
She stepped out of them and moved to a chair in front of the dressing mirror and sat, smiling into the mirror.
I moved behind her, watching her face, becoming uncomfortable with the dry cloth in my mouth. I went to remove it but she shook her head 'no'. What could I use on her then. Nothing soft to push in, nothing so naughtily scented.
My belts, a simple woven strand leather that lets the buckle slide all the way along until it locks between the strands. She accepted it between her teeth, let me tighten it behind her head to leave the long tail like a pony tail hanging down her back.
i grasped the tail, drew her up to stand, pulled her towards the bathroom and looped the belt over a hook on the inside of the door.
She stood quietly in the gloom, breathing quite heavily but calm, unhurried, even when I came close, began to explore.
She opened her thighs as I moved there after cupping her breasts, nipping her nipples. Her smile still there even with the belt holding her lips apart.
I teased below, found her wetness, drew it along her slot to lube her button, and back to tease her darkness, her tight place.
That surprised her, her eyebrows went up and there was a hint of alarm. I flattened my finger and pressed it along and across that dark puckered opening so she knew I wasn't looking to drive in there. I wasn't so sure but she relaxed a little as I smeared her own sweet juice forwards, found the swelling of her button and teased all around it, avoiding that judder of first coarse contact.
But she was searching for it, becoming eager for it. But I wanted to be in charge,
i unhooked her and lead her obediently back into the main room

Look, I'm sorry, but I've got a 5:50 am call for another shift tomorrow. I'll try to finish this tomorrow night.
She was just what I needed and I really want to do her justice.
She wasn't working tonight, a blonde girl, surly, nice ham and eggs though. (That's not a euphanism for tits or legs by the way.
Goodnight, 5 and a half hours deep sleeping to do.