The location was easy; a very splendid hotel in Central London. The timing was obvious; a Saturday night. The selection of a partner was random; cocktails in the early evening, flirting in the bar and my boyfriend having a very serious conversation.
Well, that was the plan.
We checked in early in the afternoon and I enjoyed a luxurious bath. I had treated myself to some spa treatments earlier in the week before, so my legs were genuinely silken. I had even, for the first and so far, only time, had my bikini line waxed. I had selected a French wax – most of the hair is removed, but that around the labia is left alone (and trimmed), and a landing strip remaining on the front. What a curious feeling to have a complete stranger preen my intimacy! Normally I prefer to shave as my skin is very delicate and tends to flare with the slightest abrasion, but for this unique occasion I thought that I would try a professional job. I was very pleased that I had done so, because the results were incredible – no lumps and bumps as usual, but instead a genuinely pornstar quality finish to the sheen of my tender skin around my lips. It was so sensual simply touching it in the bath.