Once again, thank you to my friend "Nick" for bringing me to wonderful idea of writing stories not just for myself, but for others too.
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I sit in a chair in the lobby, waiting for my secret woman. Her scent still lingers on my skin. The minutes tick away on the giant clock above the sign in counter. A young woman with her hair up in a bun standing behind the counter glances up at me and smiles, then looks back down to her work.
I look around, tapping my foot lightly on the carpet. A display board has the name of a non-profit company and the time of a benefit by the big arch way to the dance hall. "Bless All The Children" in big cursive letters at the top of the board.
"Great," I think, "a bunch of rich assholes trying to look good in the world by donating some money that they would just spend on their rich stuck up kids." I smile at my thought, and glace back up at the clock.
"Sir," a voice says. It's the young woman behind the counter. "Are you waiting for someone?"
"Yes, ma'am," I reply. I stand and walk over to the counter. "Has anyone come looking for me?"
"No, sir," she says looking at her message center for all the hotel guests. "There are no messages or contacts for you tonight."
"Thank you," I say, smile, and then walk back to my chair.
The entrance door from outside opens wide, sending in a rush of cool air. A door man helps a lady in a long red dress walk in. I stand, smile. Can this be my special lady?
No, her snooty, three times her age, husband comes in behind her. He takes her arm, and walks to the dance hall.
I sit back down, looking back up at the clock. "Damn," I curse under my breath. The time ticks away, almost so slowly that my insides could burst. "Where is she?" I whisper.
The door opens again, and a rush of people come in. All dressed fancy, some of the women in long black evening gowns, others, in red and white. They all are accompanied by a date, or are busy chatting with another woman. I look at each of the women in red intently. They all enter the dance hall, not even noticing me.
"Maybe she is in the dance hall?" the young woman says from behind her counter. "How about I walk in there with you and see if we can find her." She stands, tells her co-worker to watch the desk and page her if there are any problems. She comes out from behind the counter, she is wearing the normal hotel uniform, a black dress jacket over a white shirt, a black skirt and black high heels. If I wasn't looking for my special woman, I would ask her for her name and number.
She escorts me into the dance hall, I follow closely behind. Watching her sweet tight butt from under the skirt sway from side to side. "Do you see her?" she asks, stopping by an door with a "No Admittance--Employees Only" sign.
I look around the room. "No, ma'am." I sigh. "I do not see her." I wouldn't even be able to tell, I haven't seen her in person. I've only felt her soft skin and her hair against my body....her tongue and lips. How could I tell this young woman that? "Thank you though," I reply and turn to head out to lobby, hoping I didn't miss her while I was in the hall.
"Perhaps this way, sir," she says, opening up the "No Admittance" door. She grabs my sleeve and pulls me through. I stumble after her, we enter into a hallway, she moves ten or fifteen feet, and opens another door. It's a supplies closet with a table for folding dinner napkins and table cloths.
"Don't worry sir," she says, closing the door after I enter. "They already have all the linens for tonight in the dance hall." She moves around me, and unbuttons her jacket, slipping it off and laying it on a chair. She leans against the table, pulling me to her by my tie.
"I can't do this...my woman is out there, maybe looking for me!" I think, panicked as I begin to get kissed by this goddess before me.
Her tongue slides against my lips, and she kisses me deep. I am so uncontrollably turned on, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her up onto the table. She leans back, placing her hands flat on the table behind her, tilting her head back as I run my hand up her skirt. I find her panties, noticing that they are a pair of thongs. I pull them aside and slide my finger in between her folds, finding her warm pussy, I kiss her neck.
"Ohh god..." I moan in my head. "She is so beautiful....such soft skin....such lovely lips..."
She moans in my ear, and says, "Ohhh yes, sir, that feels so good...make me wet." I slide my finger deeper into her dry cunt. I move it around, hooking my finger against her g-spot and stroking it while my thumb rubs against her clit. I suck on her neck, and then realize something that I hadn't noticed before.
"You smell nice, ma'am," I say. She smiles at me.
