Nervously you stand, alone, a solitary figure facing a wall of lockers. The key that the young lad at the Avis desk had given to you on producing the ticket, now being worked between your fingers as you stared at the metal door. “This is it” you thought to yourself, still pondering the merits of this bizarre and intriguing turn of events. “It’s now or never”. You placed the key into the lock and turned it firmly to the right.

The decision to collect the bag today had taken you nearly two weeks of internal struggle. Every possible scenario of how the Avis storage ticket ended up in your pocket, and what on earth was to come, had kept you awake each night until finally your mind was made up. Life is an adventure, why be trapped by your own insecurities into living a safe and boring life. If ever there was a time for an adventure, now was that time.

Swinging open the door you found a single, black trolley bag which you retrieved then took the key back to the chap at the desk. As you exited the Avis building you found a bench and sat, staring at the case wondering what its contents would reveal. Eventually your curiosity could be denied no longer and you unzipped the top of the case. What you saw did nothing to dampen your intrigue, several smaller parcels and envelopes, each with a number embossed on the front. “OK, here goes” you thought taking hold of the envelope marked with a number one. Hardly daring to look, you prised the top apart and found enclosed a mobile phone and a note. The note was marked “Read me First”. Obligingly you unfolded the crisp white paper and began to read:

“We start with an easy task”

“Simon Says; Take the phone, it has been modified and only has one purpose. Press the on button then press send. You must then discard the phone. If this is done, then read on.”

“All or nothing” you thought to yourself and did as instructed, tossing the phone into the bushes.

“Simon says; You must follow the directions below on foot which will lead you to a hotel. Here you will check in under the surname Élan, enter the room and await instructions. The room is paid for. Enjoy your walk. X”

“Wow” you thought to yourself, what a thrill. As you walked you followed the directions to the letter. Up 64th then right onto 2nd. Each step you took, wondering if you were being watched, and by who? Up 65th as far as Lexington then right. As you followed Lexington, every passing stranger became your potential master. Who was in charge? Left at the flower shop on to 69th then right after Park onto Maddison. Following Maddison past Prada and Ralph Lauren you began to wonder if you should be doing this. Was it really wise to hand over total control to such an unknown? What if this was not going to turn out to be the exhilarating experience you were hoping for? Why do things always feel more sinister as it gets dark? After 7 blocks you reached 76th and turned left. The note said that the next hotel would be the one you were looking for.

The Surrey Hotel, towering above you looked as grand a hotel as you have ever stayed in. Whoever it was leaving these notes certainly had some means. “How on earth is this going to work?” you thought as you entered. Surely I can’t just waltz up to the desk and give a false name. “Time to be brave” you said under your breath and did just that. To your astonishment within minutes you were being ushered up to your room by a friendly bell boy, it really was that easy. The bell boy showed you in to the room wished you a good day and disappeared. “What a room” you said quietly, but before you settled in your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to have a proper look around.

A knock at the door interrupted your searching and with some trepidation you ran on tip toes to the door and peeked through the peep hole. A bell boy stood outside with a tray topped with champagne and a single glass. Your eyebrow twitched up slightly at this new development and as you pondered what it meant you opened the door to the staff and ushered him in. He placed the tray on the table and stood, waiting expectantly as you stared at him. “Oh…of course” you said flushing with embarrassment that you hadn’t thought to tip him. You pulled your purse from your hand bag and thrust a few dollar bills at him. “Here” you said, “oh and by the way, do you know who ordered this?” gesturing towards the tray. “Afraid not miss” he said on his way out “though I guess it’s explained in the letter”. Having closed the door behind the bell boy you turned back to the tray and sure enough, tucked under the glass was another envelope, this time marked with a big, black number two. With shaking hands you tore at the paper and pulled out the note inside. As your eyes scanned the text your heart began to beat faster, your lips slightly parted and your fingers began to tremble.

By now I was cold, really cold. Your trip across town had taken longer than I expected and as it had grown dark I was beginning to wonder if you had quit already. Having received the text I had made sure I was in position in plenty of time. I had never been ready for anything, like I was ready when the light to room 1043 flicked on. I settled myself into my binoculars and watched, almost breathless as you crept into the room. I smiled as you began to search the room, obviously looking for some clue I may have left, or any trace you were being watched. Enthralled I stared through the glasses as you reached up to the lampshade, your tight red tee-shirt riding up so I could see your pretty little belly above your jeans. Satisfied with the light shade you made your way over to the window and cupping your hands around your eyes began to search the skyline and the opposite tower block windows. It felt like you were staring right at me but I knew there was no way you could see me. From my vantage point on the roof above the John Frieda salon opposite, I was perfectly concealed in shadow, and far enough away to make it impossible for the naked eye to pick me out. Through my binoculars I could see you perfectly, your frame silhouetted in the window with your soft breasts pinned against the glass. All of a sudden something made you jump and you scampered back to the door. “Good” I thought “that must be the bell boy”. I watched as he entered and set the tray down as instructed, then felt my blood boil as the cheeky shit waited for a tip. As if he hadn’t done handsomely enough already.

My heart began to pound as you gently set the letter down, having digested its contents. As I lay, uncomfortable and cold you began to follow my directions to a tee. My eyes strained to see more as you poured a glass of champagne then started wiggling out of your jeans revealing tight black, lacy briefs. My excitement grew as you stepped out of your trousers and slowly peeled off your tee-shirt over your ample breasts, and there you stood, facing me, framed in the window an exquisite picture of beauty. I felt a sting as my cock, now engorged became trapped between my leg and the hard concrete surface on which I was laying, but I could not move. I could not take my eyes off your body as your supple fingers unhooked the clasp on your bra and you let it fall to the floor. My soul melted as you slid your hands down, over your hips taking your briefs with them until you were naked, naked at the window, purely for me. An image that would be burned into my conscience and into my dreams for ever more. Slowly you turned, drew the curtains, and then you were gone.

As you stepped into the bathroom you could hardly believe what you had just done. Awash with excitement and shaking with adrenaline you stepped into the shower as the letter had instructed and stood there, rooted to the spot allowing the warm water to splash over your face and down your trembling body as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Having never felt a rush like that before you regained your composure, finished showering and allowed your thoughts to return to the last part of the note. It read:

“Open number three”

Wrapped in a soft white towel, having dried yourself from the shower you made your way thoughtfully towards the bed, picked up the black case and set it on the quilt. You unzipped the bag and pulled out the parcel marked number three. This one was bigger than before, and this time there was no hesitancy in opening it. You ripped open the paper and out fell a beautiful black cocktail dress complete with strapless bra and stockings. Also in the package was a plain cardboard box, about the size of a book, and another note, written on the same expensive paper, in the same thick but elegant typeface as before. Holding the note between forefinger and thumb you read aloud:

“Simon Says; Dress for the occasion, no knickers, you must insert the egg before leaving and then follow the directions below. Everything is paid for, enjoy your evening. X”

Bemused, you held the dress up against your body, wow, this was nice but what was the occasion? Ignoring the rest of the letter for the moment you diligently changed into the cocktail dress. It was a modest length with beautiful detailing, admiring yourself in the full length mirror your thoughts turned to the box. Your nimble fingers made deft work of the box and out came a pretty little box inscribed with the words “Lelo Insignia Lyla remote control vibrating egg”. Your mind raced with possibilities as you discovered that the box did indeed contain a vibrating egg, but no remote control.

Having come this far you decided that you just had to see where this was leading, you lay down on the bed running your hands up your inner thighs pulling the dress up above your pretty little pubic mound. With your mind full of expectation and thoughts of what it would be like, being so shy, to be totally at the mercy of a stranger in a public place, you began to gently tease your pussy, slowly stroking each side then dipping your fingers in and bringing them out, covered in juice to spread around your lips. You reached for the egg and ever so gently began to push it inside you. As the egg slowly filled your sticky pink tunnel you let out a soft moan of contentment. This is living you thought, this is adventure.

Snatching up your purse and the directions, you made your way down to the lobby of the hotel, all the time aware of the pretty little secret between your legs.