One Saturday morning I am awakened by the phone ringing. "Hello" I mutter, sleep rasping my voice.
"It's me, Kathy." I instantly recognize the southern accent which I love. "I am in New York with my daughter, can you come visit sometime?" Fully awake now with a morning hard on I grab a piece of paper and copy down the address of your hotel.
"I can be up there by this afternoon, meet me in the hotel bar at 3 p.m. What will you be wearing so I can recognize you?" I ask.
"A flowered blouse with a pale silk skirt," you reply.
"See you at three." We had met online and had talked extensively both online and on the phone, but this would be the first we time we would see each other.
After showering I realize that I still am hard, anticipating what might happen later today. I hope this isn't going to be like this on the entire ride up, I think, gonna be a damn uncomfortable ride. Throwing some clothes in a bag I have some breakfast and head on out to the car. The entire ride up is filled with thoughts and apprehensions. What if she doesn't like me? What if I don't like her? My hands are getting clammy on the steering wheel. Nerves, I think, it will be fine. Reaching the hotel I park my car and head inside.
As I walk into the dimly lit bar I see only a few patrons. One woman in particular sitting alone at the bar draws me like a moth to a flame. Trim, athletic figure, about my height it seems, wearing a flowered blouse and a skirt. I pause as my mouth goes dry, palms sweating again. I walk up to you and say "Hi I'm Gregg and I hope you are Kathy?" You look up and I can see that you are as nervous as I am, a half filled wine glass before you. I sit and order some liquid courage myself. We engage in some small talk, still a little nervous but the drinks are helping. I ask about your daughter and you tell me she is gone till early in the evening on auditions. "Well lets go on up to your room if that's ok with you." As an answer you just rise and take my hand. I throw some money on the bar as you lead me to the bank of elevators.
"What floor?" I ask as the doors close.
"The top," you reply. Pushing the top button I turn to you and put my hands on your shoulders. Pulling you to me our lips crush together in a torrid kiss. I move my hands lower, clasping your tight ass and pull your hips into mine. You grind against me feeling my hardness pressing into you. Our tongues intertwine as a small moan escapes from you. The elevator slows and the doors begin to open. Pulling away we both gasp for breath as a maid enters and pushes the button for the next floor.