After staring at his perfect body, still glistened with sweat, I confessed. "Hey baby, that was amazing! I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but that was way better than I could've ever expected."
"Me too, girl! If I didn't have to run, I'd fuck you again. Seriously, that is one awesome body."
"Stop it! You're making me blush. And I have to say something, and I hope you won't be mad."
"What is it, sweets?"
"I lied to you."
==============
Earlier that evening
Larry was just where Jess said he would be. Working hard, at the hotel bar, being just as charming as advertised. If anything, he was better looking than I had heard. He was tall, maybe 6'2", very trim, and his uniform fit perfectly.
I wondered how this was going to turn out. I know what I thought, or rather hoped, but you never can tell. Life can be so complicated, and I'm not thrilled when it's complicated so close to my home. But tonight was the best opportunity.
Wearing a conservative business casual outfit, I was doing my very best to set the stage. I wore a simple knee-high black Calvin Klein skirt, and a black single button blazer over a pleated beige shirt. Neither my 2 inch black heels nor my politely buttoned up shirt drew attention.
And I could not afford to draw attention. The only non-business casual aspect to my outfit was my makeup, which would be considered somewhat overdone for the office. I hid my eyes, ever so slightly, behind black thick-rimmed glasses. This was particularly fun, as I felt that a looked a little bit like a librarian. The truth is I don't even wear glasses, these have clear lenses and are just for show.
But I was role-playing, and Larry was not. I wanted to look the part of a businesswoman, on the road, after a long day. The part of a woman just taking a few moments to wind down, and to have a glass of wine before returning to her room and turning in for the night.
My unknowing partner? I'm hoping Larry lives up to his billing and sees me as an opportunity, a low cost, low stress method to some personal satisfaction. My primary challenge was to make him feel like he was the aggressor, my secondary challenge was not to be recognized by anyone else, especially not Tom, who would freak out, or Carl, who would change the direction of the evening.
Which is why I chose this night. As you might expect on a Wednesday evening, the bar was quiet. Larry chatted with me after returning with my glass of pinot. With a smile I answered each of his questions, and returned the favor of questions myself.
Yes, this was my last night in town. Yes, it will be good to get home. Yes, my husband is waiting for me. No, I do not yet have children. And, yes, although I shouldn't, I'll have another glass of wine.
For his part the answers were simple. He likes bartending part-time, is between girlfriends, and hopes to have kids one day - but not yet. All in all, a very gentle conversation that, if not for his warm smile and penetrating eyes, wouldn't hint of flirtation.
But those eyes, deep and dark, were full of interest. And his smile, large and full, displayed a manly confidence. My eyes, clearly focused on him, reciprocated his interest. As I finished my wine, he offered me another glass.
"Thanks, but I'm likely to get silly if I have any more!"
"Well, that makes it more interesting then, doesn't it? I'll tell you what, I have to close the bar now so I'll be here for another half hour or so. If you decide you want another glass, just call the bar and I'll bring it to you - personally."
And with that he touched my hand. "I'm hoping that you make that call."
I paused, and just stared at him. Quietly I spoke. "It's not like me."
"I can tell, but let it be like you tonight."
Very nice, I thought, and wonderfully direct! I broke eye contact, then began walking toward the door, before returning. "It's crazy, but I'd like another glass. I'm staying in room 220."
And with that I walked away from him, left the bar, and headed for my room. Although certainly not everyone's style, for me personally I couldn't imagine the evening going any better than it had up until this point.
Larry must have broken the World's record for closing the bar, as he was knocking on my door no more than 5 minutes after I made it back to the room. Clearly he didn't want me to have time to change my mind. He entered quickly, but then slowed his movements. He had a bottle of pinot and two glasses, but his interest was not in sharing a drink. In fact, he didn't even open the bottle.
"I think you're beautiful, and I'm happy you decided to spend more time with me." He spoke this, as he walked towards me, and gently kissed my cheek. I responded to his affection with words.
"This is a first for me. I have no idea what you must be thinking!"
He laughed. "Is this the first time you've brought a man back to your room? Or the first time you brought a black man back to your room?"
"Both." I confessed, although that was true only for the role I was playing.
"I can make this really easy, beautiful. What happens here stays here, it won't follow you."

And with that he confidently removed my glasses and kissed me. A perfect kiss, if there ever has been one. Deep and tender and loving and ... perfect.
I surrendered to his movements, and he never paused to check on my decision. Without breaking the kiss, he undid my blazer and slid his hand to my lower back. With gentle pulsating action, he pulled me closer and closer as we continued to kiss. His rhythmic movements had their desired effect, and I barely felt him remove my blazer.
He whispered in my ear, "Damn, you're so sexy", as his free hand now cupped the side of my breast. Effortlessly he unbuttoned my blouse and I felt is warm hand on my skin. His whisper becoming louder, "Your outfit kept you hidden girl, I love this!"
The outfit did hide my body, which was an unfortunate side effect of the role I was playing. When flirting, I much prefer to display my body. Although not classically beautiful, at 5'6" and 120 lbs, I get noticed.
What Larry was noticing now, was my very appreciative 36C breasts. Quickly gone was my blouse, and almost immediately after followed my bra.
I stood before him naked from the waist up, proud of my body, and excited to see his. As if reading my mind he pulled his shirt from his gorgeous black and rippled torso. My Larry was an athlete, and a ridiculously sexy one. He pulled me close in another embrace and, while reassuringly kissing me, unbuttoned my skirt.
As it fell to the floor, he dropped to a knee in front of me and pulled my panties past my hips. Pushing me gently back onto the bed, he removed them from my legs, before pulling his mouth close to me.
