Jess stepped into her hotel room with a sigh of relief. Her business trip had just begun, but it felt good to be off the road and in a clean room. She liked her job as a college recruiter for her company, but sometimes the travel was tiring. It was also lonely, but she couldn't help that tonight. Her coworkers weren't arriving until tomorrow, and it was already past nine o'clock. She was black, pretty, and single, but she had only been on a few dates this year because of the travel.
Jess decided to grab some food and turn in. There was no way she was getting in the rental car again, so she hoped the hotel restaurant was decent. Her company could afford to put her in the more upscale hotels even in this recession. Jess was fit and liked to eat healthy, and there was too much temptation to eat junky food on the road. She threw her bags on the bed so she could change out of her road sweats. After a relaxing shower, she put on tight jeans and a low cut blouse. The dark red color looked good on her medium brown skin. She was on the shy side when it came to meeting new people, but she liked looking and feeling good.
As she expected, the hotel had a nice sit down restaurant, but since it was past dinner time, it was only sparsely populated. The hostess sat her at a table facing the bar, and Jess took the opportunity to watch the crowd. A few other business people and some rumpled road warriors were watching the game, but there was no one interesting. She settled in with a drink and a chicken sandwich.
It wasn't until she was almost done that a tall, muscular white man walked in. Jess watched with her mouth open as he sat down at the bar and ordered at drink. He had on a silver button down shirt that seemed to barely contain his chest, and his ass looked round and firm in dark pants. It'd be fun to see what was under those, she thought to herself. She glanced back up and realized he had turned around and was now watching her. She immediately looked away, blushing. Looking up again, she noticed his face, while it had some hard lines, was very pleasant to look at. He nodded to her and raised his drink in her direction. She bit her lip and lifted her drink too. Turning away, she sighed and tried to focus on her sandwich.
After a minute she felt a presence beside her. Thinking it was the waiter, she reached for her purse. When she saw those dark pants, she looked up with a gasp. He smiled and gestured with two new drinks in his hand. "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked in a deep, smooth voice. She swallowed and shook her head. "I'm not very good at guessing drinks, but I hope you like screwdrivers."
"That's fine," she said quietly, then cleared her throat. "Thank you." Her heart was pounding, and she wondered what she could say to such a beautiful man. Fortunately, he was easy to talk to, drawing out her basic story and supplying her with his. His name was Robert, and he wasn't a bodybuilder, just a businessman with a heavy travel schedule like hers. "You must meet a lot of girls like this," she said as a joke.
"I do, but very few are as beautiful as you," he said without any hesitation. She blushed and looked away. "I'm glad I came down for a drink."
"I don't usually talk to strange men while I'm traveling." She nervously tapped her hand on the table.
"You picked a good day to start," he said, tracing his finger over her hand. "If you're willing, I'd love to have you come back to my room."
Wow, she thought to herself. She'd had lots of come-ons and invitations from men while traveling, but she'd never thought to accept them. Surely it was too dangerous! Then again, none of them had ever come from such a handsome man. And her instinct told her she could trust him. She swallowed and considered it for another second. "Sure."
"Great. Let me go settle up, and I'll be right back." She could only nod as he stood up and went back to the bar. Jess took care of her own bill, wondering what had possessed her. Meeting a stranger in his hotel room? As she watched him back, she imagined what kind of power lay underneath those muscles. Like a gentle giant, he spoke with purpose and control, and she knew he could use that strength for either pleasure or pain.
"What's your room number?" She asked when he came back. "I'm going to let my friend know where I'll be."
"Sure. It's 1217, and my full name is Robert Smith." With shaking hands, she texted the name and number to a coworker of hers who would arrive tomorrow. At least she had some insurance in case this turned out to be a bad idea.
She tried to be casual as they walked upstairs. "So, have you been with a black woman before?"
"Many times," he said. "I love women of all colors." She liked hearing that. She herself had dated all kinds of men, and she knew someone's background didn't automatically make him a good lover. She could feel her panties getting wet with anticipation. They reached his room, and he held open the door for her. As it slammed shut, she examined the room for warning signs. It turned out to be just a boring business class room; the only thing of note was how neatly all his possessions were placed around the room. It was as if room service had just come through.
