Or did we?

By this time we should have been floundering around on the bed and frantically seeking out the hidden joys of our sexually attuned bodies, a cooperative effort. Only we weren't. Inez had made no attempt to come near me as yet, nary a pass – and I just wasn't confident enough to get things started myself.

She rose suddenly and set her glass down. "I ought to grab a quick shower. You won't mind waiting, will you? It won't take me more than a few minutes."

"Go to it. No hurry, we said. Don't worry, I won't start without you."

"Great. Pour yourself another drink meanwhile." Smiling, she ambled off and vanished into the bathroom.

A moment later I heard the noisy gush of the shower. I pictured her standing there under it, pelted by the spray. Naked, of course, although it took some imagination on my part. Naked and glistening! With droplets of water coursing down past the bulges and hollows of that pneumatically fleshed body. It excited me no end. I could hardly wait for her return.

The sound stopped. Then the bathroom door opened a little way, and her head popped into view. "Hey! What kind of perfume do you like? Got any special favorite?"

"P-perfume?" The question seemed a bit odd.

"Uh-huh. To make me smell nice for you. How about it, should I dab on something real spicy?"

"You choose. Anything is all right with me."

Once again I was puzzled. She had evidently wanted me to dictate her choice of scent. But why? What for? Why should the woman go out of her way just to please me? My very presence here in her hotel room should have been enough to quell any doubt. She didn't have to sell me on herself. I was already sold. Eager. Impatient. So why make such a production out of it?