Adventures of Sable

ADVENTURES OF SABLE HOLIDAY

In this section, you will find stories and adventures... some true some not, but amusing just the same!

HOLIDAY IN MONTE CARLO
By Gunslinger

With the whisper of the small dust-brooms attached to the bottom of the slab of brass-rimmed glass, the door to the Hotel D'Elegence swung open, a gust of warm Riviera air sweeping around the heels of the woman who entered.

The eyes of the desk-clerk rose from the computer to take in the form of the woman as she paused to allow her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light of the lobby, one strongly slender hand removing the small, oval sunglasses she wore and tucking them decorously into the breast pocket of the blouse she wore. His eyes flicked up her smooth legs to just below her knees, where the hem of her fitted white skirt shaped the lower half of her hour-glass figure, the short-sleeved blouse outlining the toned-yet-feminine upper half. Her face bore a bored yet aristocratic look as she glance casually around, her long, dark hair brushing her shoulders as her head turned with a strong-willed motion. Apparently satisfied with the suitable understated elegance of the hotel, she began to walk across the muted red plush carpet that led to the desk.

'Elegantly...' Sable told herself as she walked towards the desk, forcing her steps to be slow, gracious, yet not overly 'attractive' as she moved. 'I'm supposed to be 'Miss Rich-Bitch' on holiday in the Riveira...'

It wasn't as easy as it appeared to balance the walk between femininity and causal sensuality - she was much more comfortable with an easy, hip-swaying glide, which would have (unfortunately) been 'out of character'. Still, the heels helped - she usually wore heels much higher, or flats, and the unusual feel of the 'in-between' height of the heels helped remind her of the role she was playing for any potential observer as she crossed the lobby. Perhaps she was being over-cautious - but, in her line of work, that was a redundant phrase.

There were old agents, and there were bold agents - but there were no old, bold agents.

She approached the desk, letting her lightly-glossed lips curve in a faint, slightly condescending smile.

"May I help you, Miss?" The 'clerk' asked politely, a mechanical smile answering her own.

"Sandy Vacances." She said, coolly. "I have a reservation."

While the clerk tapped at the computer, she let her eyes glide over his for. Beneath the suit he wore, his body was lean and trim, pressing out at the stiff fabric at the shoulders, Her eyes traveled lightly across the bulge at the crotch of his trousers... then reluctantly traveled upwards to take in the slight bulge under his left armpit, verifying her assumption that this man was to lean, tough and serious to be a 'real' desk clerk.

A shame, Sable thought to herself - he was quite handsome, and the bulge in his pants indicated he was 'packing heat', so to speak....

"Ah, yes - Miss Vacances." The 'clerk' said with a smile. "Room 1215. Shall I send somebody for your bags?"

"That won't be necessary." Sable said as she accepted the proffered key. "I'm planning to buy a hole new wardrobe this afternoon."

"Of course." The 'clerk' nodded as she began to move gracefully towards the elevators. She had to force herself to keep the smooth, elegant pace she'd entered with as she felt the effect of the air-conditioning in the lobby, hoping that the warm air that came in each time the front door was opened was enough to delay things another few seconds...

As she waited for the brass-clad doors of the elevator to slip open, she was aware of the ersatz clerk scratching his chin and he looked side-long in her direction - and she was sure that it wasn't an idle movement. There was probably a microphone clipped to his cuff-link, allowing him to describe the tall, raven-haired woman about to board the elevator...

With a muted 'ping', the doors to the elevator arrived, and Sable stepped inside, letting the closing doors allow the desk-clerk one last look at the attractive, apparently unconcerned woman...

Then she pressed the buttons for both the eleventh and twelfth floors, and prayed that the tech-section had gotten the temperature specifications right...

They had.

The air-conditioning in the elevator's cab was more effective then that in the lobby, and as the temperature dropped that crucial degree-and-a-half, the very special chemicals incorporated into her clothing came to life, triggered by the change in temperature.

With no appreciable odor or heat, her skirt began to 'smolder' as the chemicals making up the fabric began to dissolve. Quickly, the threads of the skirt began to fade into a fine, damp mist as the garment disintegrated from mid-thigh down. At the same time, the color of the upper portion of the garment began to change, slowly acquiring a faint blue tinge that rapidly darkened.

The upper half of the skirt, aside from it's color-changing fabric, also had another change - the strands of fabric contract, forming what remained of the original skirt much tighter across the smooth curve of her womanly hips and full, firm ass. The now faded-denim-blue mini-skirt now revealed long, toned legs that glistened with the slight moisture created by the dissolving of the rest of the fabric.

Legs that would be further enhanced...

With a muted hissing sound, the soles of her shoes began to inflate as compressed foam filled the hidden latex-rubber sacs in the soles, rapidly filling out into inch-and-a-half high platforms. As Sable braced herself against the wall of the elevator for balance, the foam that filled out he new platform soles hardened into rigidity - as the 'short' heels she wore telescoped, the painted titanium segments inside the heels extending in much the way a sports-radio's antenna did. Within seconds, they had locked into place, turning her 'sedate' black leather pumps into a pair of black platform pumps with six-inch stiletto heels, whose extra 'boost' helped emphasize her shapely legs and firm derrière.

The tight, heavy layers of fabric that bound her breasts down painfully also dissolved, leaving her torso slick with a faint sheen of oil-like gloss as her firm, round tits were finally freed from their prison. As if eager to escape, the huge, firm mounds shoved outwards, the force of their release popping all the snaps that held her blouse closed and allowing them to thrust firmly from her ribcage and into the cool, fresh air of the elevator.

Moaning in relief at having her bound breasts freed, Sable reached up and began to massage her nearly gravity-defying mounds, her strong hands not coming close to encompassing all the smooth, softly taut tit-flesh that rose proudly from her chest.

Regretfully, she removed her hands from her spectacular breasts and quickly tied the blouse into place around her, exposing a mouth-watering chasm of cleavage and a fair amount of the creamy curve of each magnificent breast. As he fingers ties the blouse into a bow beneath her firm mounds, her pale-pink fingernail polish was fading into a bright, rich shade of pink, even as the chemicals in her lipstick also brought the color richer and brighter then it had been.

The opposite thing was happening to her hair, as the chemical coating that darkened her silken strands also dissolved into a fine mist, leaving behind hair that was a rich, brassy gold.

With a soft 'ping' the elevator reached the eleventh floor after a scant few minutes of travel, and the doors slid open.

A tall, broad-shouldered man with a deep tan was 'waiting for the elevator', one hand held tight to his left side to disguise the bulge in his jacket as the elevator doors slid open to reveal...

The man's jaw dropped and his eyes tried to pop from his face as the woman in the elevator stepped out, different parts of her body jiggling and swaying most enjoyably as she moved with an ass-swaying, hip-swiveling sensual strut. The muscles of her long, glistening, tautly sensual legs flexed and released seductively as she swayed out of the elevator, the skin-tight pale blue skirt she wore clinging to the smooth curve of her hips and ass. The blouse that she - barely - wore revealed a tight, trim stomach below... and a pair of mouth-watering, eye-popping tits above, the milky flesh glistening with a faint sheen that made sweat pop out on the man's brow........JOIN NOW for the rest of the story!