My name is Andrew, I'm an entrepreneur and I do a lot of traveling. I often end up spending my nights with myself (if you know what I mean). It's not that I'm unattractive or that I wouldn't like to spend every night with somebody new. It's more to do with my crippling shyness, it's a rare case when I'm horny enough to overcome my own personality and actually approach a woman. There have been occasions however when I do get lucky and it's those stories I want to share.
I was in Holly Wood pursuing one of my business ventures and as usual I was alone. After checking in to the room I decided to head down to the bar.
I took a seat near the end and ordered a drink, I knew it wouldn't be long before I would go up to my room and relieve my urges. But in the meantime why not enjoy the sights.
Down the bar was a blond in a black cocktail dress slit from ankle to waist and down both the back and the front; I couldn't for the life of me figure how it stayed on. She had on pink lip-gloss and lavender eye shadow; she wore her hair up in an elaborate style, which gave her a very classy look. She caught me staring and gave me a smile that promised everything and a wink that promised more. My drink came and I prepared to walk up and offer to buy hers when another jerk sidled up and beat me to the punch.
"Well" I thought, "you can't win 'em all"
I turned to take in the rest of the room and a redhead in a booth caught my eye. She was wearing a white evening gown that showed off a lot less than the blonde's but still managed to look just as sexy. She had a forlorn look and I quickly guessed that she had been stood up, whoever the guy was I would have kicked his ass just for being stupid. But as soon as I decided to go over and offer to keep her company who other than the jerk in question should show up and ruin another opportunity.
I looked down into my drink and decided not to tempt fate again. I was still in my reverie when a silky voice broke through my haze:
"is this seat taken?"
I looked around to see the owner of that beautiful voice and my eyes fell on a mocha-skinned beauty. She had short-cropped black hair and was wearing brown lipstick. A pair of full firm breasts and a perfectly shaped butt filled out her plain brown dress; the dress itself was slit up both sides waist, backless and cut low to reveal generous cleavage. She regarded me with sparkling eyes and asked again.
"May I sit down?"
It was at this point that my brain assembled the information and realized that I had just given Halle Barry the once, twice and three times over. After this startling revelation broke I realized that she had asked weather she could sit down.
"Uh y yeah s sure" I managed to stammer
"Thanks" she said as she sat down
I gave my own silent thanks and turned to talk to her, it was then that I noticed the sad almost pouty look on her face.
"Excuse me if I seem forward" I said "but is there something on your mind?"
"Well, I'm just a little upset" she said
Time to turn on the charm I thought
"But what could a woman as beautiful as you have to be upset about?" I asked innocently
for a split second a warm look passed over her face and she gave me a smile that I'll never forget. Then her face turned pouty again as if remembering to be sad.
"Well I walked in on my husband while he was having sex with another woman"
I was shocked, not at her forwardness (I have an knack for this sort of thing) but that her husband would be out chasing pussy when he had her waiting for him at home.
"Was it anyone you know?" I asked tentatively
"Not really" she replied "but she's the centerfold of this month's playboy"
Ouch, I thought, "Would you like to talk about it?"
"Maybe it's the alcohol," she said "but why don't we talk in your room"