After the tour,Archer and I went back to the suite at the hotel to dress for the gala that evening. We showered, and I opened the closet next to one of the bathrooms. My gown was freshly steamed and hanging in the large closet.
"I always wondered, why do you even need a closet at a hotel?"
Archer shrugged. "To put your gown in. Where else are you going to hang it?"
I watched him. He stood naked in front of the bathroom vanity. The heat and all the brandy earlier were doing weird things to me.
"All that talk of edible body paint making you horny?"
"All that sexy naked man in a stupidly attractive hotel room is making me horny," I replied.
"I thought I was the stupidly attractive one," he said.
"Must be if I'm practically living in your hotel with you."
"This is nothing," he said. "You should see my Manhattan condo." He was tipped upside down, doing that thing to make his hair look half wild. I paused to admire the view.
Archer stood up, his abs flexing, and he grinned. "Hazel! I never took you for the creepy ogling type."
"I'm trying to control myself. I don't want to be late."
Archer sauntered over to me, cupping my breast through the soft bra.
"This fabric is really amazing," I said. "I thought lace was supposed to be itchy."
"It is nice," he said, slowly running his hands over me.
I swallowed. "I wonder what they use. It can't be cotton."
"Whatever it is, it's nicer than the edible underwear."
"I put a lot of work into that!"
"I know," he said, slipping his hand between my legs, "but with these, I can feel how soaking wet you are."
I swallowed again. My throat was dry, and my voice came out more like a croak. "I'm going to have to change."
"Hmm? My apologies," he said, stepping away and walking out of the bathroom.
I almost screamed. I readjusted the bra and panties and fanned myself.
"One more thing," Archer said, coming back in, holding a box. He opened it. Inside was a huge asymmetrical gold necklace studded with amber and emeralds.
"This is insane!"
He shrugged. "It goes with the dress. It was the only piece that would work. I could have had something ordered, but you said not to go to a lot of trouble…"
"Are you going to get dressed or just watch?"
"Watch," he said smugly. "We need to make sure it will work." He helped me put on the large necklace. It sat just over my cleavage.
Archer leaned back against the bed as I admired the jewels in the mirror.
"I love how nice your tits look in that lace," he said, kissing my neck. His cock was hard through the thin fabric of my panties. He kissed down my back. I spread my legs slightly for him. He mouthed me through the panties.
"Fuck!"
"That's what I wanted, but you didn't want to change your panties."
