It had been a long day of meetings, and I was finally returning to my hotel. Business trips were always long and tedious. With the economy as bad as it is, your day was packed with meeting after meeting in order to justify the cost of the trip. I was a little on edge, and needed something to relax, so instead of heading up to my room, I went right to the hotel bar. The bar was dimly lit, reds and dark colors created a brooding but trendy atmosphere. It wasn't too crowded since my hotel wasn't in the middle of the business district, so it really didn't get a lot of walking traffic.
I walked up to the bar, and took a stool. The bar keeper wasn't busy, and he took my order for a vodka tonic. I sat sipping the drink, just decompressing for a moment, feeling the tension of the day begin to fade. There were a couple small groups adn couples in the bar, each spread out providing each with a certain level of intimacy. I took another sip of my drink, and I had resolved that I would just finish my drink, and head upstairs since it didn't look like I was going to get lucky tonight, not that I ever did. One of these business trips, I was determined to get lucky, but I had no idea how to make that happen. Even when I spotted a single woman, I never had the nerve to approach her. Groups of women were out of the question. If I couldn't approach a lone woman, I knew I could never face a group risking getting shot down in front of the group.
As I was finishing my drink, I noticed that in the corner of the bar, in a booth sat a lone woman. I hadn't seen her before. Probably because she had on dark clothing, and had long dark hair. In this lighting, it was easy to miss her. She looked like she was looking at me. I self-consciously looked the other way to see if there was another person behind me that was really the target of her stare. No one was there. I looked back again, peering over my drink, trying not to look like I was looking. The waitress was at her table now, blocking my view of her. When the waitress left, she had leaned back in the booth, and I could hardly see her again. No wonder I had missed her.
I took the last swig of my drink, pushed it toward the bartender, and I was about to reach into my wallet to pay when the bartender held up his hand.
"Its taken care of sir. In fact, there's another one waiting for you, but I've been told that you will have to go and get it," he said, pointing at the booth where the lone woman sat in the dimly lit corner.
My heart immediately began to beat faster. Careful what you wish for, I told myself. I wanted to get lucky, but I honestly really didn't know what I would do if luck came my way. I took a deep breath, and decided the worst thing that could happen is that I ended up in my room alone again. There was always pay-per-view.
I got out of my stool, dropped a couple dollars tip on the bar for the bartender, and walked to the booth. I tried to look confident and masculine, but I felt scared and weak really. My throat was suddenly dry, and I felt like a teenage boy again.
The drink was on the table, sitting next to this mysterious woman. She was sitting in the back of the booth. It was a round table with a circular booth surrounding it except for a narrow opening allowing you to slide in and out. She looked up at me, confident and smiled. It wasn't a beaming hi-how-are-you smile, but a sexy measured smile that said 'want some candy little boy?' Her long black hair shimmered in the dim light. She wore a low cut dress that left all but her breasts exposed. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her on the table, her nails painted some dark color, maybe even black. Her eyes sparkled from within dark eye shadow that made her look even more mysterious in the dimly lit room.
"Sit," she said, gesturing with a nod to the space next to her.
"Thanks," I managed in a hoarse voice, and I slid into the booth with her. "My name is--"
"Shhh...it doesn't matter what your name is," she cooed. "It only matters if you are willing to stay."
"Umm sure, yes," I responded, not really sure what else to say. She was a younger than me. Maybe a decade, maybe more. I certainly didn't mind being with a younger woman, what man does? She had a striking face. I couldn't see much of her in the darkness, but I could tell by her facial structure that she was a petite, hot woman.
"Good. Now drink your drink," she said, raising her own glass of wine in a toast.
We clinked glasses, and I took another swallow. Typical of my company, they kept us long, but didn't feed us well. What they called dinner had consisted of a couple tiny finger sandwiches 3 hours ago. Already, I could feel the alcohol seeping into my system. The social lubrication was welcome as it was probably the only thing that kept me from fleeing the scene. Why not let this play out?
"So, have you done this before?" she asked me. My heart skipped a beat again. She could tell how nervous I was.
"No, not really. But as you said, I'm willing to stay if you are willing to let me," I offered.
"Good. Then finish your drink and, we can go upstairs," she purred, and I felt her hand on my thigh.
By now my mind was racing, and I could feel myself getting hard. This was far too easy, but I was not going to complain. Maybe this is why they call it getting lucky? I took a long swallow, and finished the drink. The vodka burned a little, but it was a welcome burn. I tried to look relaxed, and not overly excited, but I'm sure that I hid nothing from this woman.
She reached over and took my hand. Her hand was warm, and she gripped my hand gently, but firmly and pulled me out of the booth. When I got back on my feet, I could feel the alcohol in my system already, as my balance was off just a tad. She let go of my hand to take straighten her dress. She was wearing what could best be described as a little black dress and strappy heels. Very simple, but it showed off her sexy figure. Her waist was tiny, and it showed off the swell of her hips. She was facing away from me, turned to look over her should at me, and then simply said, "Come."
She began to walk out of the bar, weaving through the mostly empty tables. I followed her, watching her ass and admiring the view. As we were nearing the doorway, I almost didn't see another gentleman, and we bumped into each other.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you," I apologized.
"No problem, I was looking for someone, and I didn't see you either," he said. Oddly, he looked as nervous as I felt. Didn't matter, I was nervous, but I was getting lucky. I turned back to see the mystery woman was halfway across the lobby now, headed for the elevators.
I caught up to her as the elevator doors opened. She stepped inside, and I followed her. She pressed the '9' button, and the elevator doors shut and began its climb to the 9th floor. She stood next to me, looking me over in the better lit elevator, clearly sizing me up. I was doing the same. She had a tattoo on her neck, but I couldn't see it well because of her long hair. I could also smell her perfume now that we were in an enclosed space. It was light, vaguely flowery, definitely feminine and sexy.
I followed her out of the elevator down the hall to the end. A room card appeared in her hand from out of nowhere, and she unlocked the door. She walked in, and I followed. The door almost closed on me as she didn't hold it for me, but who was I to complain?
The room already had a lamp on. It was identical to my room in the hotel except that it had her scent. I don't know how long she had been in the room, but her scent had clearly made its mark. It was intoxicating, and I felt my cock getting hard with anticipation.
She turned to face me as we stood at the foot of the king sized bed. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just looked at her and tried to look like I knew what I was doing.
"You are a nervous one, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't bite...too hard," she said playfully, as she reached for my tie. She began removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. I watched her undress me, and at the same time, looked around the room. A laptop sat on the desk, the screensaver drawing random lines on the screen. Besides the small lamp in the opposite corner by the armoire, it provided the only other light in the room. When my shirt was unbuttoned, she rotated me, slipped my suit coat off of my shoulders, then my shirt. She reached around my waist, and started working on my belt.
I was now facing the mirror over the dresser, and I could watch her undoing my belt, then my pants. She wrapped her arms around my chest, and put her lips to my ear, whispering, "Take off your shoes." I looked down, and saw my pants in a heap at my ankles, my socks pulled up my calves. My cock was forming a tent in my boxers.
I knelt, untied my shoes, stepped out of them, and stepped out of my pants. I pulled off my socks, and was now bent over wearing nothing but my boxers. I could see her standing in her strappy heels right behind me.
"Stay there, on your knees now," she said. Her voice had taken on a bit of a harder edge to it. I didn't argue with her. I got onto my knees. I could just see my face in the mirror, and her standing behind me. I watched her in the mirror as she reached behind herself, and unzipped her dress. She shrugged it off of her shoulders, and it spilled to the floor around her feet. She stepped out of it, and using her foot to pick it up, took it and walked to the closet, and hung it up carefully. I noticed my clothes were strewn about on the floor. She returned to the spot behind me, still in her heels and only a lacy black thong and matching bra. She had more tattoos on the rest of her sexy body. One of them disappeared below the top of her thong. Knowing that she had exposed herself to the tattoo artist to get it was oddly exciting.
