Damn, there he was again! He was such a hottie, with his dark hair and deep, denim eyes. He walked with such assurance, not really a swagger, just a gracefulness that sent quivers through Gina's body. It was her nearly daily sighting of him. Apparently, he was a resident of the hotel too.
Today, he was on his way out for a run, all long, tanned limbs and smooth muscles. Gina felt her body begin to ache for him, to melt for him, the juices running into her panties and making her wet again. It happened every time she saw him.
What she liked best was that he was a chameleon. Sometimes, he was dressed to kill in a suit and tie, very businesslike. Sometimes, like today, his outfit left little to the imagination. Either way, he was just hot! He had a dazzling smile and eyes she could lose herself in. When he looked at her, she could have sworn that he saw her heart and soul.
She had casually quizzed her friends at the front desk and gotten his name and some facts about him. Andrew was from Montana, single, in management for a software company, and staying here for a few more weeks. The other thing she knew, against her better judgment, was that Gina wanted him!
She had made a vow to never pick up men on her travels. Now that vow was haunting her and she found herself making exceptions and adding multiple provisions. She would never pick up men... except Black-Irish runners. Or, she would never pick up men...except executive-types who wore crisp blue broadcloth shirts with madras ties. Or, she would never pick up men... except the ones who made her blood run hot and her body drip with desire.
Gina's particular form of a workout took place indoors, in air conditioning. One thing she liked about this hotel was the laundry/fitness room. It was cool and comfortable, with every form of fitness machine one could want, all gleaming chrome and grey leather. One entire wall was mirrored, and she could watch herself as she ran on the treadmill or rode the bike. Most days, she would go down very early in the morning, placing her clothes in the washer and then working out in the adjoining 'fitness' room as she waited.
She liked going very late or very early, because it gave her exclusive use of all the machines in both the laundry and the workout area. If she waited until normal hours, Gary, the apartment maintenance man, would rush in. There were no visible cameras in either area, but Gina noticed that every time she began working out and got all sweaty and hot, Gary showed up to casually lean on the machine and talk to her.
She felt sure he had installed some secret cameras for his own enjoyment. Sometimes, when she first started living there, just to test the theory, she worked out in really scanty outfits. Gary seemed to pop in even faster on those days!
The last time was the same. She started the washers and hopped onto the treadmill, intent on a news program on TV, and Gary just appeared. He lounged against the stationary bike and eyed her sweaty body as he kept up inane chatter. She tried to be polite, but she really wanted to watch the program. He didn't seem to take the hint and kept talking with her, asking her questions. Finally, with a sigh, she clicked off the TV and turned her attention to him. He was cute, in a smarmy sort of way. She just nodded and said "uh-huh" as he rambled, her mind returning once again to Andrew and his effect on her. Having Gary there, babbling away, just reinforced her resolution about late night washing. She wouldn't do this again. From now on, she would wash really late or really early, and have the peace and quiet she craved.
Later that week, she looked at her laundry basket and realized it was time to do wash again. Sometimes, it seemed a little leprechaun filled the basket, keeping her at the machines more often than necessary. Before going to sleep that night, she set her alarm for 3 A.M, thinking that would give her an empty room and lots of solitude.
When the alarm went off, she was slightly befuddled. Then she remembered why she was awake at that hour, and slowly climbed from her warm pillow nest and cozy quilt to gather her laundry supplies. She slipped on a loose, dark blue denim dress over her naked body, feeling pretty confident she wouldn't see anyone else downstairs. She padded barefoot down the hall and the stairs, entering the silent, cool room. She released a sigh, happy to be alone and have the place to herself.
Gina quickly separated the clothes and inserted the coins, pushing in the plunger full of quarters and starting the cycle. She was a little nervous about being down there all alone, and was suddenly hopeful that there were hidden cameras watching her. Just as that thought entered her head, she heard a noise. The elevator was coming down to the ground floor. She heard the doors open and footsteps approaching the room. Gina gave a thought to hiding behind the washers and even turned to scope it out, her heart pounding. She found herself hoping it was Gary, coming to hit on her again. Her mind raced as she questioned the wisdom of wearing a dress with nothing beneath it, of doing laundry in the middle of the night, of not being safely locked in her apartment.
She held her breath as the footsteps grew closer. Then, she nearly stopped breathing as Andrew entered the room. He had had the same idea. He was wearing tiny blue jogging shorts and carrying a laundry basket under his tanned, muscular arm. He, too, was surprised to find someone in the laundry at this hour. But, as she watched, Gina saw the look of amazement turn to one of utter delight. His eyes bore into hers, sending messages that would undoubtedly be X-rated, if spoken aloud. He dropped his basket and strode to her, never speaking, never breaking eye contact with her. He walked directly to her, until only inches of space separated them.
With his hands at his sides, he bent his head and captured her mouth in one very smooth move. His lips touched hers, and slid along the length of them, inciting nerve endings and causing Gina to moan softly. The kiss continued, the only point of contact between two hungry bodies. His tongue slid out, tracing her lips, delving into the corners and probing there. She sucked softly on it, pulling it into her depths, the totally erotic experience washing over her, making her knees weaken. Their tongues continued to play, teasing, sliding, washing and, finally, resting together, sending sparks through Gina.
