The Operation

By

Donna Dee

 

Martina effortlessly steered the powder blue Bentley convertible into the car park of the Travel lodge motel and stopped outside the chalet she knew would be hers for the night. The car with it's personalised number plate, M4RTI was her pride and joy, and not so much as a speck of dirt sullied the gleaming paintwork. The top was down, it was a beautiful day, the hot sun shone brightly and she considered it was wonderful to be so rich that even her Bentley had been bought with petty cash. Getting out of the car she smoothed the skirt of her new Gucci suit with practised ease, checked her face and hair in the mirror of her compact, (unnecessarily since she had come straight from the beauty parlour) and then stepped daintily towards reception. Martina looked and felt sensational, confident that it was unlikely there would be another woman within miles who could hold a candle to her today, or any other day for that matter.

Through the glass doors she noticed that Patricia was on duty at the desk and this pleased her because she always gave Martina the very best service. "Good afternoon Doctor Templeton," said Patricia; "What a lovely day – you are quite well I hope?"

"Yes, thank you, I trust you have reserved my usual chalet?"

"But of course, everything is as you like it."

Martina was a regular at the Travel Lodge, she stayed there almost every Friday night and she knew that, in her chalet, a fridge would be stocked with a half dozen bottles of champagne and some smoked salmon sandwiches sealed in foil containers to preserve their freshness. Obviously there was a kettle for making tea and a bottle of fresh milk instead of those pathetic little cartons. This was also the only chalet they had with a double bed.

"Patricia, I will not be here next week or the week after, I have to go into hospital tomorrow for a small operation – in Switzerland – I'm having a small growth cut away, nothing serious, but the surgeon thinks I should rest there for a couple of weeks to recuperate and I am taking his advice. Please keep the chalet for me three weeks from today."

"Certainly doctor, leave everything to me. I am glad to hear you say it's not serious, nevertheless, please do take care."

"Of course, thank you, actually I am quite looking forward to it, I shall be glad to get it over with. One other thing, Patricia, I really don't want to be disturbed this evening, so no calls whatsoever please."

"I understand, doctor."

As Martina accepted the key she noticed the time was a few minutes after four, and knew she had plenty of time to do the things she wanted. She carried in her own suitcase, it was quite light really and unpacked two dresses and some exotic lingerie and began to undress slowly as if doing a striptease to some imaginary erotic music. First the jacket was unbuttoned and shrugged back to expose her shoulders; holding it on bent arms, the elbows of which were tucked firmly into her sides, she turned from the waist to the left and then to the right in front of a big mirror, admiring her superb breasts as they pushed her already erect nipples encased in the skimpiest of bra's, almost through her grey silk blouse. Laying the jacket on the bed, she unbuttoned and removed the blouse letting it fall to the floor; breathing in she arched her back and thrust her breasts even further forward than they had been before. God they were magnificent.

She unzipped the skirt, removed it carefully, stepping out slowly to ensure her 5-inch heels didn't catch on the waistband – the suit was far too beautiful to be treated with anything less than total loving care. Dropping her silk waist slip to expose a microscopic pair of panties with matching garter belt, Martina once again posed provocatively in front of the mirror, stretching her hips this way and that and came within a hairs breath of falling in love with herself just as Selina had done. Off came the bra and yet again she stared at her almost perfect body in the mirror, knowing that on Monday the growth, the one blemish would have been removed and her body would then indeed be quite perfect.

Martina removed the skimpy bra and tugged hard on her nipples, rubbing them firmly between thumb and forefinger to make them even harder, drooling at the thought of Selina's luscious red lips kissing them and sucking them in a little while from now. She then selected the first of two 2-inch gold bars, about the thickness of a strand of spaghetti and eased it through the hole she'd had pierced in her left nipple a whole year ago, and then did the same with her right. She looped a gold chain round her slender neck and attached each end to one of the bars, gently tugging on the nipples, lifting them up in a most exciting way. Martina wished she could keep the bars in her nipples all the time, but they were uncomfortable under any of her bras.

To the gold ring that had nestled seductively all day in her navel, she attached an enormous ruby pendant, the size and shape of a walnut, and almost wet herself with the excitement it provided. Martina had perfect legs, longer than Selina's, and as she rolled down the 7-denier stockings and looked again at her pretty toenails, she shuddered in gleeful expectation of the thrill yet to come when her girl friend sucked her toes. Shrugging off her skimpy panties, she studied her rounded bum and hips as she released her garter belt. Before she could actually remove the left stocking, Martina had to take off the gold identity bracelet that announced to the world that she was SELINA'S, replacing it as soon as the stocking was off as Selina had told her she must always do. She removed six, no I tell a lie, seven gold rings from her fingers, each one encrusted with diamonds and including an engagement ring identical to the one she had given Selina. Selina had insisted on buying one for her even though she had had to borrow the money from Martina in order to do so. Her very long brightly painted fingernails added to the length of her fingers. She then removed three gold hoops from the lobe of each ear and placed them in her jewellery box.

Entering the bathroom she took the new bottle of bath oil she had purchased just an hour ago – her favourite with the rich smell of musk - and poured far more than she needed to into the tub before running the hot water. Carefully she removed her make-up, tucked her long blonde hair into a waterproof hood and gingerly stepped into the steaming water. As she lowered herself into the seemingly boiling water, her body took on the appearance of a lobster but as the heat penetrated her every pore she started to relax for the first time in what had been a very busy week as a psychiatric consultant. She had taken off her gold Rolex wrist watch and placed it near the bath where she could keep a check on the time, for Selina would be here just after seven by which time she must be out of the bath, dried and powdered, dressed in her finest lingerie, hair arranged tidily around her face and perfectly made up. Selina liked her to be perfect when she arrived and, for Selina, nothing was too much trouble.

In the steamy atmosphere she happily contemplated what lay ahead – a night of passion that would be nothing less than sensational, a night of uninhibited sex that set her whole body tingling in eager anticipation. She sponged her arms, her legs and her breasts, playing with the gold bars for a few moments as she worked her way over the mini mountains that adorned her chest. Satisfied she had explored all of her body, Martina glanced at her watch and realised Selina would be here in 45 minutes. She had the timing off to a fine art and knew she could relax in the lovely hot water for another 5 of them before she must get up, pat herself dry with the fluffy towels provided and dust a little talc on her breasts and round her bum. Then she would put on her new lingerie, skimpy panties, microscopic bra and nude nylons, attend to her hair and re-apply her make up to a professional standard, add Selina's favourite perfume and pour their first glass of champagne. Her lips could already feel Selina's kisses, soft and wet, her long tongue seeking and finding her tonsils. Just 41 minutes to go and the tension was becoming oppressive.

Just before she stood up and under the cover of the foam that had settled on the top of the water, Martina's hands once again flitted over her pencil thin waist and perfectly flat tummy, flirted with the jewel in her navel and then, self consciously touched and pulled gently on her ever shrinking penis causing her to think of her lover to such a degree that she became harder than she had been since the last time Selina had sucked her to three climaxes in one night. This very night Selina would suck her little dick for the last time ever, for on Monday her 'growth' would be removed and her vagina constructed. Then, at last, the two of them would be real women together. Frustratedly she left her rock hard digit alone and started to climb out of the bath – there would have been hell to pay if Selina found out she had wasted her cum in the bathwater.

 

Watch out for the sequel, "After the operation."

 

 

 

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