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The elevator was empty when I entered on the basement spa floor. I used my room key to activate access to the suite floor and went to the back corner and leaned in. I rested my head on the paneled wall and plunged my hands in my robe pockets. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. The elevator rose to the reception floor and the cabin was immediately filled with guests and businessmen. In my exhausted state, I did not move.I kept my head leaning against the cabin wall looking up at the lighting on the ceiling. The elevator stopped at each floor on the way up, every time emptying more guests into the hallways of the hotel.It seemed like an eternity as we slowly made our way up. Once the final guests exited on the fourth floor there was just me and two businessmen facing me on the opposite side of the cabin. They were obviously on their way to the top-floor conference rooms for a meeting. I lifted my head from the corner wall to better see them and could tell they were taking in my robed state.A sudden spasm in my left shoulder, obviously the result of my massage, sent a jolt of pain coursing through my shoulder. I instinctively raced my right hand up to my shoulder under my robe to massage the pain away. The sudden movement up to my shoulder caused the loose robe to open even more, exposing most of my left breast, but I did not care.The pain was intense, and the massaging was effective in toning it down. The doors opened onto the fifth floor and I smiled at them and exited to our suite still massaging my shoulder. I was sure they were grateful for my unintended flash on their way to their meeting.I entered the suite and took stock of the rooms and view out the window before disrobing and taking a long hot shower. It felt amazing but I was still exhausted and was looking forward to a noon-time nap. I dried myself with a large bath towel then wrapped my hair in the towel, turban style. I would have to do something about that later in the afternoon before dinner. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror. My tanned body was still blushed and radiating. I was proud of the way I looked.I slowly walked out into the living area and took in the view. I walked closer to the open windows and could now tell with the change in the sun’s rays that, indeed, you could see into the windows of the opposite building now. I wondered who might chance to look to see if the same were true for our building.I turned to check out the view of the Avenue des Champs Elysées but suddenly noticed a difference from before. On the ornate desk by the window was a neatly wrapped package. I was sure it was not there before I took my shower. It was expertly wrapped but light. I gently opened it in an attempt to salvage the fine wrapping paper for some later use. On top of the box inside was another letter identical to the first one placed on the bed earlier in the morning.I opened the letter and again found a note card written in Jacque’s handwriting.Dear Love,I hope you had a relaxing massage!I wish I could be there with you sooner, but that will have to wait for later tonight.This note is your second set of instructions for the day. Remember, you must follow them exactly:I trust the curtains have remained open?A chilled bottle of Champagne has been provided for you on the terrace outside of the bedroomYou are to enjoy the Champagne on the terrace nude: by now the sun will isvecbahis be shining there and it will be warmOnce you have relaxed with the Champagne you may open this present for youYou are to wear this at all times and only this until you receive more instructions.I love you,JacqueTerrace?! What terrace? I rushed into the bedroom and opened the large curtains on the wall revealing a set of French doors leading to a small terrace outside of the bedroom. “Wow,” I said audibly to myself.I removed the towel turban from my head and shook out my hair, then opened the doors to the terrace. You couldn’t help but notice the clear view of the Champs Elysées two blocks down on the left immediately on entering the terrace. On the small table was an ice bucket holding an already opened bottle of champagne and a lone flute along with a beautiful red rose. The sun was indeed warm, and it felt amazing on my naked body.I poured myself a glass of champagne and took in the view of Paris while leaning forward over the wrought iron railing of the terrace to get a better vantage point. I was confident that no one could see me from the ground floor, so I luxuriated in the warmth of the sun on my body and beautiful Parisian sights and let the champagne fill me with a soft haze.A second glass of champagne made sure I was feeling relaxed as I re-entered the suite and went back to the wrapped present on the table. I opened the present to find a well-crafted satin covered box and I opened it to examine the contents. Inside was a dark red, sleeveless singlet with long pant legs and a matching colorful wrap. The singlet was quite sheer, and it was obvious that the wrap was meant to offer modesty when desired or required.I moved to the full-length mirror in the bedroom and tried it on. It was a tight fit and snugly encased my body. Jacque had obviously listened when I told him of my need for security to hold the “girls” together. But was it that he cared about my desires or that the result of the snugness meant that I was basically wearing a second skin? A very see-through skin, at that. My entire body was on full display. My breasts and landing strip were in clear view.The shoulder straps were strong but thin enough to show off my shoulders. The neckline was high but that didn’t really matter. The fabric clung to my body, holding my breasts in place and curved in around my fit abs. I felt like a superhero! A naked superhero, that is.I took the wrap and played with different ways of concealing myself. It was large enough to offer some coverage, but it would take some work to perfect! ‘That would have to wait for later,’. I thought to myself as I hung the wrap in the closet. Between the long flight, my morning spa experience and the champagne, I was in dire need of a nap. I retrieved the bottle and poured myself another glass and headed back to the bedroom.I opened up the covers and fell into the bed with my head resting on a very large and comfortable pillow. The softness of the bed and pillow enveloped my body. ‘What did Jacque have in mind for this outfit?’ I took a few more sips of champagne then closed my eyes to review what had transpired already on this trip.I re-lived my day in Manhattan: shopping and that amazing dinner at 11 Madison Park. The confident walk I made through Central Park and, of course, Paul the Uber driver.I thought about the sauna experience. Becoming isveçbahis giriş aroused thinking about what Jacque was planning. Having the unexpected guest join me in the sauna pushing me to be confident in myself.The non-sexual but oh, so arousing massage…I drifted off into a deep and blissful sleep. The next thing I was aware of was a gentle touch on my shoulder and a voice saying, “Madame… Madame… I am very sorry, Madame.” I groggily opened my eyes. It was the same concierge that showed me the suite earlier this morning.He was standing next to the bed calling for me. “I am sorry, Madame. I knocked but you did not answer, and Monsieur Jacque has made a reservation for you at Le Joy for lunch and requested that I escort you there.”In my waking fog, I was unaware of exactly where I was, and it seemed that I had slept for hours and it took me more than a few seconds to get my bearings. I also forgot that I was wearing Jacque’s “superhero” outfit. I raised myself from the downy pillow and slowly realized what the concierge was able to see of me.It was one of those slow-motion experiences when, in a split second, data is coming in and the processing of it all seems to be like a movie. ‘Where am I?… What time is it? … Holy shit; I am basically nude in this outfit… is this what Jacque intended? What do I want to do now?’I prefer to be in control of who sees me and how much they see so being woken by the hotel concierge in this very revealing state was irritating and caused me to want to cover myself. But as my hazy nap fog dissipated, I realized that this is exactly what Jacque wanted. But more importantly, I still felt like a superhero and I wanted to play his game. I was proud of who I was and how I looked. So, I squelched that immediate desire to cover myself.The concierge had obviously been able to see me as I slept and as he was waking me. I decided in that moment that I was going to show this concierge my strength and confidence. I thought of Jacque and smiled. ‘Game on, Jacque,’ I decided. ‘If this is what you want this weekend, then let’s do it and you better be okay with whatever happens!’I raised myself from the pillow; pushing myself up to a sitting position. I knew I was on full display for him. My breasts felt alive in the amazing fabric as the blood rushed in to engorge my areolas and nipples again. Being seen again was rekindling the sensations from this morning.I was determined to be confident and let the concierge see me but then realized that he was not the only one who would see me in this outfit. Jacque had not purchased this for me with the thought that I would be wearing it just in the privacy of our suite by myself. My husband had other plans.The clock read 1:20 pm so I had only slept for about an hour, but I felt refreshed. I walked to the washroom and splashed water on my face and tied my disheveled red mane up in a bun, retrieved the wrap from the closet and attempted again to find the best option for coverage and control.Since the entire singlet was sheer, I had one of two options: I could either wear the wrap as a skirt leaving my breasts exposed or over my shoulders like a shawl leaving my ass and pussy exposed. Either way was provocative, even by Parisian standards. I opted to wear it as a shawl since it would give me the most options.‘Game accepted, my dear Jacque!’“What is your name?” I asked the concierge.“My isveçbahis yeni giriş name is Michel, Madame,” said my concierge.“Well, Michel, what do you think of this outfit my fine husband bought for me?” I asked as I twirled around for him with the wrap in my hand. I knew every inch of my body was visible for him to see. I stopped facing him. My hands held the shawl at my side.Michel could not take his eyes off of my breasts. “To be honest, Madame, I have been admiring you from the first time I saw you sleeping on the bed. I apologize. You are incredibly beautiful and very brave to wear it for people other than your husband. I am sure the other guests in Le Joy will be very impressed. I am not sure I would like you wearing it on your own if I was your husband,” he said with a smile.“Well, Michel; my dear husband bought this for me with specific instructions to wear it and then he sent you here to bring me out in public wearing it. It seems as if I don’t have a choice. Shall we go? I am starving and haven’t eaten all day.”Michel smiled and bowed to me slowly. “Follow me, Madame,” he said.I put the shawl over my shoulders with both ends covering my breasts as we made our way towards the elevator. Seeing myself in the hall mirrors made me think that maybe I made the wrong choice, however. My landing strip was in clear view through the sheer and tight fabric. ‘Did Jacque know what he was doing to me?’The Le Joy bar and restaurant had been totally redone since my last visit. The yellow leather banquettes were the same, but the décor had been updated and the adjacent garden had been set up for outdoor seating. And to my chagrin, it was packed. Being Friday afternoon, the French had obviously gotten a head start to L’Apéritif. Of course, Jacque would have known how crowded it gets on Friday afternoon since he had been staying here for the last three weeks.‘Damn you, Jacque,’ I said to myself. ‘But here we go.’It didn’t look like there was an open table anywhere, but Michel took me to the bar then out the side door to the garden. There was a lone pillowed garden bench and coffee table reserved for me just outside of the bar. Michel motioned for me to sit, bowed a courtly bow and said, “Bon appetit, Madame,” then swiftly left me on my own.I felt alone and was also now on full display from the bar area with its plate-glass windows looking out into the garden. Sitting on the garden bench meant that I had no table to hide behind so I was fully visible to any and all who would look. I was certain that this detail was not lost on Jacque.A waiter swiftly brought me a glass of champagne and took my order of white asparagus with sauce Mousseline and a mixed cheese plate. I couldn’t afford to eat much in this tight outfit. I adjusted the shawl wrap so the ends cascaded over my breasts and if I kept my thighs closed, my landing strip was mostly out of sight. I had things under control. If anyone got a glimpse of me it would be because I wanted them to. It certainly wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities though. I was turned on by this escapade, but I was going to be in the driver’s seat.The garden seating area was as crowded as inside, most likely because a band was setting up getting ready to play. Most of the crowd were men ending their work week but also a fair number of women. As I surveyed my surroundings, two attractive men approached me and one of them said in American English, “Well, hello. It is good to see you again!”“See me again?” I asked, not recalling where they may have seen me.“We saw you on the elevator this morning. You had on a robe at the time,” he said.

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