Hi and thanks for reading this my first story written in a long long time, and inspired by someone very special to me!
I hope you enjoy, and please let me know if you do, as that way I can post more!
Cheers Hyde
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It had been a good evening he thought as he paid the bill and went to the bar to arrange the taxis back to the hotel. The customers had obviously enjoyed themselves and everyone was suitably merry after aperitifs, several bottles of wine, and at least one for the road. The restaurant was quiet apart from the last of the activity from their table, and it was all smiles and laughter as the party stirred in readiness to leave.
He glanced over at the table and caught her eye as she chatted to one of the clients, and briefly returned her smile. He tried not to think of how good she looked, and how much he wanted her right now, and how he really shouldn't be allowing his mind to go there! Unrequited desire, he felt like a yearning teenager again, and suddenly the taxi was there, the bill paid and it was time to leave.
The cool air of the late spring evening greeted them as he jumped into the back seat of the taxi and shuffled over as she and a customer followed. She sat next to him, happy and relaxed and her jean covered leg pressed tight up against his, the contact sending a jolt through him, causing him to wonder if the contact of her sat so close was accidental or maybe even intentional. He couldn't be sure, but mentally tortured himself with the possibility it was intentional, but either way he kept himself pressed tightly to her and enjoyed the electric thrill of having her so close.
The conversations buzzed and leapt around the taxi which bounced and lurched around the back lanes on its way back to their hotel, but all the while it was almost as if she melted her form into his, his mind struggling with the intimacy of the contact, and ratcheting up the desire level he was struggling to suppress.
As usual her mobile phone was in her hand, and he smiled, marveling the efficiency with which she texted even while engaging the customer sat next to her on some important female chatty type issue in the way women do, recognizing the importance of the bond she was creating with the client.
His phone vibrated, and jerked him out of his reverie back into the real world and he checked his watch, since it was damned late to be getting voice mails and texts at this time of night. He took out his phone from his shirt pocket and got a big surprise when he read the message from the woman sat next to him with her body molded to his. Curiosity was almost killing him, but as cool as possible he unlocked his phone and opened the message!
"I am a bit tiddly. If there's a knock on your door later it may be me!"
His mind span! Was she messing with him he wondered, as she must know by now how he felt about her, but the message sent a chill down his spine! Thoughts raced around his head like a tornado, and he thought that just maybe it was time to respond with some clarity, so she could be in no doubt about how she was playing with fire.
So after a few moments of consideration he typed his response.
"Room 501! But if you do knock on my door I promise I am going to undress you, spank you, and take you to bed and make love to you!"
His pulse raced as he finished typing! Should he send it, he wondered? The risk of alienating a colleague, embarrassing himself, not to mention potentially losing the friendship of this woman he felt increasingly close to, all weighed heavily upon him! "Screw it" he thought, and pressed send, slipping his phone away back in his pocket, hoping her phone was on silent so the texts between them were not too obvious, "she may as well know how I really feel!"
He never got to see her response, since at that moment he was dragged back into the conversation, and a few brief minutes later the taxi lurched to a standstill outside the foyer of the hotel. Only then did the contact between them relinquish, certainly reluctantly as far as he was concerned. But it was very late, and so all said their good byes and left to find their rooms, dispersing from the central atrium onto various corridors.
His phone remained quiet with no reply, not surprisingly given the bombshell of the threat he had just dropped on her! "Better she know, and we dispense with any pretence now" he thought as he settled into his room.
He changed quickly into the shorts and T shirt he slept in, and selected some soft music on his I phone before padding off into his bathroom to brush his teeth. As he brushed he looked at his reflection quizzically in the mirror, his head shaking as if to admonish himself, first for harboring these foolish fantasies, and second for voicing them. She was out of his league anyway he knew. Tomorrow was going to be interesting, he sighed and realised was going to have to do some backpedaling! Probably best to blame the alcohol.
The first blues song had just gently faded as he returned to his room dimly lit by a few side lights only. He cleared the bed of the clothes he had removed and was just about to return to the bed when with as start he heard a soft rap on his door.