Trial stinks. Long hours - performing each day in front of the judge and jury - dealing with clients. I haven't been writing stories because of too much work getting ready for a trial, and a long dry spell while my nose was held to the grindstone.
My recent trial in New Orleans, however, was amazing for five reasons - Roxy, Sara, Connie, Brynn and Elizabeth. Pushing 40 and all hell breaks loose in my sexual life over a six week period last fall with two hotel staff, my paralegal, and two young associates at our local counsel's office.
Our local counsel's office is in a modern tower that sits on most of a block. One corner is occupied by an old bank building that has been converted into a hotel. We borrowed a conference room and two offices to use during trial and arranged rooms at the hotel for my associate and paralegal. The firm has about 30 lawyers, a mix of young and old.
The hotel on the corner is small, only about 100 rooms, and is usually quiet because it is not in the French Quarter. Both the hotel and the office are a ten minute walk to the courthouse. I had stayed at the hotel only once or twice, preferring to stay at the Ritz or another hotel (see my stories A Tuesday Night on Bourbon Street and Fun in the Quarter). Because I wanted quick access to the office, we went to Markus Hotel for the trial.
My first few days at the hotel were uneventful. We came in a week early on a Saturday to start work. Trial preparation kept us working late most evenings. Coming back to the hotel on Tuesday night around 10, and having left my team organizing some exhibits for the first witnesses, I stopped at the front desk to ask for a wake-up call. There was a new person there, Roxy. I couldn't see Roxy's figure because of the counter but from the chest up she was a knock-out. She stood about 5' 4" tall. Roxy has light-brown hair that hangs down between her shoulder blades. On this night her hair was straight and combed back, although on other nights it would take on a natural wave.
Roxy has a narrow face with finely chiseled cheeks, and dark blue eyes. Her jacket concealed her figure, but it appeared that her breasts were smallish. Roxy's best feature was her smile. Straight white teeth shone through perfect lips, neither thin nor full, neither too wide nor to narrow. Roxy looked to be in her early to mid-twenties. Finally, Roxy had one of those syrupy sweet Southern-accents, drawing out her words while lopping off the endings.
Roxy efficiently set up my wake-up call and playfully asked if I needed a second call thirty minutes later. I accepted and went up to bed. My thoughts were with Roxy, however, which I did not need given the imminent trial. Still, Roxy was extremely cute, young, and I was away from home, so I gave a few thoughts to what might be and took care of my personal needs alone.
The next night, the same thing happened. Roxy offered a second call. This time I tarried for a few minutes, asking questions about several restaurants that we were thinking about trying that weekend. I had been to them before but thought that would be a good way to break the ice. She provided the information from memory, spitting out addresses, menu highlights and offering to make reservations, "for one?"
"Three actually," I responded, explaining why I was in town, who was with me, and letting her know that I would be there for quite a while.
"I saw that in your reservation last night and was wondering why you had a room on Poydras, which has some traffic noise. Would you like to be switched to a larger room on Camp?"
"Next week will be fine," I replied, explaining that I had to run home for my youngest sister's wedding on Saturday night. We talked about how far it was to go for a weekend but worth it for family. Roxy said that she had two sisters herself, both in high school.
Roxy wasn't at the desk when I checked in again on Sunday night but as promised I had a bigger, quieter room. There was also a voice message welcoming me back to the hotel from the guest relations manager, Sara. The week flew by with the start of trial. 7 hours at the courthouse bookeneded by long hours before and after.. Roxy once again staffed the front desk starting on Tuesday. We talked briefly each time I came into the hotel late in the evening, usually about nothing. She always kidded me about needing a second wake-up call.
Finally on Friday when I came in around 10 she was at the desk. "Good evening," she said, "do you need a wake-up call for tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately, yes," I said, "We just found out one of our witnesses needs to be taken out of order. She will be on the stand Tuesday. Which means we need Saturday to organize and Sunday to prep her. So, sadly yes, the usual and no fun on Friday night either."
"That's too bad. I've got a double shift myself, three to eleven and then eleven to seven. The hours are good but I will be tired on Saturday."
"I'm sorry. Hang in there. Things will be better in the morning."
"I know they will," Roxy purred, with a mysterious twinkle in her eye. I went up to my room and went to bed.
The next morning I was sound asleep when I heard a noise. It sounded like my door had clicked shut (I didn't bother with the security bar). The room was still almost completely dark, lit only by a small beam of light alongside the edge of one of the curtains. The door was around a corner down a short hall.
Looking over toward the nightstand that was on the side of the bed away from the door, I checked the clock. Seven ten. I was a bit confused as I could not remember getting my wake up calls. I lay there for a moment on my left side looking at the clock, trying to figure out what time it was. My back was to the door side of the room. It was quiet but I thought I could hear something rustling.
Then someone got in bed behind me. "Time for your wake-up call." I knew the voice. It was Roxy. Her hand shook my right shoulder gently, "come on sleepy head, time to get up."
Suddenly I was wide awake. Roxy pressed her body against mine. Clad only in my boxers to sleep, her warm chest pushed against the bare skin on my back. "Are you awake?" she kidded, drawing her already firm nipples across my flesh.
At that I rolled over onto my right side and faced Roxy. My right hand was confined above her head but with my left arm I reached around and placed it on the small of Roxy's back. I could barely see her face in the dim light. Her hair was loose. Some locks had fallen over her right shoulder and were between us.
My touch told me that she had nothing on above the waist, covered only be the sheet she had pulled over us when she climbed into the bed. Letting my hand wander south I found the top of a pair of panties, just where her bottom started to split at the base of her spine. Roxy's flesh was warm to the touch, soft and supple to my fingertips. A light scent of citrus perfume caught my olfactory senses.
"Good morning," I said, "did you sleep at all?" Roxy leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
"Not particularly, but I will in a little bit." By now I could feel my cock start to fill with blood, pressing outward on my boxers and against her lower torso.
"It's a good thing you found a warm bed." I kissed her back.
"And its just a short elevator ride from the office," Roxy replied, kissing me again, this time lingering as I kissed back. My hand was now pressing her lower back against me, letting Roxy feel my growing member as it responded to her presence.
Nibbling across Roxy's cheek to her ear, I could smell her perfume even clearer. "You smell wonderful, and you taste good too." Roxy cooed as I slowly nuzzled her earlobe and the side of her neck just below it, using my tongue to draw circles.
In the dim light I could see a single stud pearl earring rising out of the folds of her ear. It reminded me of a woman's clitoris when it emerges from between her outer lips, and I knew then that I wanted to find Roxy's.
Roxy's left hand ran through my hair as I continued to kiss and nuzzle. The thought of her clitoris brought me to fully erect. "I think you're awake now," Roxy purred in my ear. "It's going to be a good morning."
Moving back to her lips I said only "agreed." We began to kiss more passionately, our tongues now twisting around in knots, slipping along each other's lips. Roxy's hand now pressed our chests together, pushing her nipples into my upper body. My left hand ranged freely over her back, dropping now and then to cup the cheek of her bottom.
I realized now that she had on a pair of boy short panties, all the rage to wear under the lower cut jeans and slacks. The lower part of Roxy's bottom had a definite curve to it, giving me purchase to lift her against my rock hard cock. Roxy moaned the first time I did that, letting her head fall away from mine, causing our lips to part. She immediately came back though and kissed with even more passion, before falling onto her back next to me, as if she was spent.
During our first kisses the sheet had been cast aside, pushed down the bed to our ankles. In the slightly better light of morning Roxy's body glowed, resting supine on the white sheets. My left hand had remained in place as she moved, coming to rest just above her navel. Roxy's flesh was just as soft and supple on her belly as was her back.
In the still dim light I could see her eyes were closed although her lips were slightly pursed as she caught her breath. Roxy's chest rose and fell with the deep intake of air, lifting her breasts in a regular pattern. I could now see her breasts, and although lying on her back could tell that they were fairly small yet had a definite curvature as they rose toward the peak. The nipples themselves appeared to be small, although I was hard to tell given the light.
Looking down further I tried to make out her maidenhairs, but the light was too dim. Wanting to keep going I began to caress Roxy's torso with my left hand, palming her from the slight mound above her panty front to the bottom of her rib cage. "That feels good," she cooed.
