The Bottom Line by Emma Savage

With which words we booked in and were shown to a modest but pleasant room with a double bed, a well-equipped private bathroom and a view over the hotel gardens and swimming pool. I put my case on the stand, kicked off my shoes, loosened my tie and turned towards Juliet.
    She began to peel off the mohair jumper, but then suddenly stopped and turned towards me. I was just thinking that it was a bit late for second thoughts when she spoke.
    â€˜Don’t worry,’ she said, smiling, ‘I know what I’m really here for. But before I show you the goods, may I say something?’
    I nodded, wondering what was coming.
    â€˜Just about every bloke in our line of business has tried to make it with me,’ she said, ‘and it’s all because they want to feel my tits, isn’t it?’
    â€˜Well, you do rather advertise them, don’t you?’ I replied.
    â€˜Yes,’ she admitted, ‘of course I do. In our business you use every advantage you’ve got. But it doesn’t mean I want every drooling lecher pawing at me.’
    â€˜My impression was,’ I told her, ‘that very few of our mutual acquaintances had actually made it with you.’
    â€˜None of them, if you really want to know,’ she replied, ‘though I’ve let one or two get as far as second base. If you see what I mean.’
    â€˜Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m sure I do. Probably what my friends and I used to call upstairs inside when we were in the sixth form. Anyhow, why are you telling me this now?’
    â€˜Because I don’t want your hopes rising too far,’ she said, to my surprise. ‘You’re used to seeing the goods on display, in the shop window, if you like. I hope you’re not disappointed when you unwrap them.’ The mohair pullover came off, and I stared, transfixed.
    â€˜Oh yes, they look pretty good to me,’ I assured her. ‘Suppose you complete the unveiling?’
    â€˜Why don’t you help me?’ she asked. ‘You could stand behind me and undo my bra.’
    â€˜Okay,’ I said, ‘I’d like that, but let’s stand in front of the mirror.’ I moved, and was pleased that she came and stood with her back to me, her hands on her hips.
    With slightly trembling fingers I unfastened her bra, the rear strap barely able to take the strain of her large breasts anyway, allowed the flimsy garment to drop to the floor, then reached round and cupped her superb, naked breasts, watching in the mirror as I did so.
    Juliet leaned her head back on my shoulder to whisper to me, ‘Do you like them now you’ve got your hands on them?’
    â€˜I’ve never seen or felt anything quite like them before,’ I assured her. ‘And what I really want to know is whether they taste as good as they look.’
    She disengaged my hands, turned to face me, pressed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling in front of her, and then leaned over me. ‘Now’s your chance to find out,’ she invited, swinging them tantalisingly just above my face.
    I took one large globe in my hands and sucked in as large a mouthful as I could of the soft flesh. Then I did the same with the other one, and then began to suck and chew the nipple, licking it and squeezing it tightly between my lips, and taking it between my teeth and nibbling it none too gently.
    There was little reaction from above, so I gave her other nipple similar treatment, biting quite hard as I pressed my face into the smooth, soft flesh. Then I stood up, took the two nipples between finger and thumb and pulled on them. I teased her for a few minutes then released her, took one of her hands and guided it down to the swelling my trousers were having difficulty in concealing.
    â€˜I think you’d better do something about this, don’t you?’ I suggested.
    â€˜That shouldn’t be too difficult,’ she said, unbuckling my belt as she spoke, drawing down the