Blind Date

"Hello, I'm supposed to be meeting a Mr. James here."

The receptionist looked up from her desk and glared at Zil, seriously not smiling.

"I believe you'll find him in his suite, on the first floor. The River Suite." She snapped, returning to her bookwork without giving so much as a second glance or a welcoming smile.

Zil walked slowly, almost hesitantly towards the hotel main stairs, wondering if she was doing the right thing, arriving in the middle of the afternoon, at a country hotel for some steamy sex. Did people really do this kind of a thing, or was it just a wild fantasy one read about in smut stories?

Anyhow, it was a lovely old hotel, and it complimented the village well, as it stood picturesquely over looking the river. So far this adventure had been a pleasing experience, and it had taken Zil away from her daily routine, so all was not totally lost.

She knocked on the door with the golden nameplate, telling her that this was indeed, 'The River Suite.' A tall slim attractive woman in her late twenties opened the door. She had neat black hair, cut short, and smiling warmly, beckoned Zil to enter.

"Hi, I'm Sal, I'm Mr. James's private secretary, and you must be Zil? Do come in and make yourself at home. I'm afraid Mr. James has been delayed, but he is on his way right now. He had to fly to Zurich last night on behalf of a client and has only just landed half an hour ago at Manchester, but he rang me to say look after you, and he'll be with you very soon."

"Zurich?" Zil asked, wanting to know more about her mystery date, this stranger who she was visiting out of the blue. This was a very blind date. Totally blind from her point of view, as she had no idea as to what her date even looked like. The whole point of this sexual adventure, all arranged by a friend, was the uncertainty of it all. How would she feel, being taken by a complete stranger, and would it make her feel a total slut?

"Please have something to eat, we have a wonderful buffet laid on," Sal said, showing Zil the table in the sitting room full of all sorts of delicious looking food. "And to drink, maybe some champagne?" Zil nodded, and as Sal opened a bottle of Vieve Clicquot, she asked more about Zurich.