Trying It On For Size

"Your eyes will adjust in a few moments. The table is to your right. The bed and night stand are ahead of you."

I stood frozen in the doorway, taking in the light scent of perfume that seemed to surround me. It seemed like a long time but probably was only a minute or so, but glancing over in the direction of the voice, I finally started to make out the outlines of furnishings - two chairs and a table. Then movement, Tanya rising from one of the chairs. I still could not make out any details, the form, more of a silhouette, rose slowly. My eyes adjusted a little more until the table became clearer and I could see well enough to be sure there was nothing between it and me that I would trip over. I took a couple of steps over and dropped my bag on the table, tossing the magazine I had picked up from the door frame alongside it.

I heard the rustle and swish of clothes and saw movement again from the dark form coming into further detail as my eyes adjusted. It was Tanya and she was facing me, looking at me, looking down at me - in her heels she seemed incredibly tall. As my eyes adjusted further, I could make out the reddish color of her hair and the blood red color of her lipstick. She smiled and her very white teeth seemed to glow in the dark. She was wearing a slinky black mini-skirt and stockings that showed off her long legs and a halter top that accentuated her substantial cleavage.

I continued to follow the instructions she had given me, stepping over towards the bed to drop off the gift envelope on the night stand and then finding the edge of the bed and taking a position standing about mid way along the side facing nearest me. Looking down, I saw the bed only covered by a sheet and two pillows stacked near the center of what looked like a queen-sized mattress. I heard Tanya approach from behind me and then stop by the night stand. The slight rattling sound told me she was checking the envelope contents; then I felt her right behind me.

Her hand came to rest lightly on my shoulder; I was struck by the contrast between the gentleness of the touch and the large size of the hand. I felt her lean closer, her warm breath on my ear as she whispered: