Toni Fisher sat tapping her long finely manicured finger mails, she was fed up, in fact she was more than fed up, she was royally pissed off. It was Thursday night, she had just taken a call from her husband, he couldn't make it home this weekend, he had to work. The Project he was a senior Manager on was at a critical point in its construction.
This was the second time this month and she was pissed off because she had arranged a special night for him on the Saturday, it was his 30th birthday, and followed two days later by her 25th. The children had already been arranged to be at his mothers. They were being picked up at 4pm Friday afternoon, and then she would have sprung into action and got all the arrangements up and running, now all her plans were dashed.
And on top of that Toni was as horny as hell, she had planned to fuck his brains out as soon as he had arrived home, then again late Friday night, early Saturday morning and then at what ever time it would have been when her shindig for Larry had ended in the early hours of Sunday morning. She then would have taken pot luck before he had left for the week on Monday morning.
Toni was a lovely and gorgeous ultimate sexual woman; she loved her sex, loved making love, loved being made love to and was always up for it. Her husband regarded himself as the luckiest man on earth. She was always there for him, drop of a hat she would say yes, even if she wasn't asked.
She had married Larry 7 years ago and was relatively happy, she knew he worked away from home a lot; he had done it ever since leaving college with a degree in engineering. His post now made him a very important person within the hierarchy of the international firm he worked for. But sometimes Toni thought he was at their beck and call a little too much, and this was one of those times.
They had two children, Julie 6 and Thomas 5, their lives were well adjusted to daddy being away a lot, but his homecomings were always greatly looked forward to. But that didn't help Toni too much when all she wanted was a good bonking! She looked at herself in the mirror. 'You could have any man you want Toni,' she told herself.
From tip to toe she was a show stopper. Long honey blond hair, centre parted, it shimmered in the light like the morning sun on a beautiful day. Her face was alive, alert, large green eyes, rosy high cheekbones, round button nose, a full lipped wide symmetrical mouth that could entice a man from 20 paces. An English rose complexion that would grace any fashion magazine even now at the age of 25.
Her body was still in great shape, she kept fit, ate nothing but good things, didn't smoke, and drank little, a couple of wines here and there. If she had a fault it wasn't one that displeased men, her tits were large, with nipples you could hang a hat on, she could never hide them no matter what she wore. Their saving grace in her opinion was that they were still high, firm and proud, and unwaveringly sensitive still.
Her waist was still 26" her hips were still 36, and at 5ft 9" her legs went on forever. She turned at herself inspecting what was reflected back. 'You are one seriously sexy woman Toni Fisher,' she said to her reflection. That's when she hit on the idea that would lead to a change in her life, a change she didn't see coming and one she hadn't thought or even intended to make.
She picked up the phone and rang the number of the hotel where her husband was, she made a reservation, asking for the room next to 511, it was given and she paid by credit card. She would surprise him with a show he wouldn't forget. She called his mother and asked if she could pick the kids up earlier, not giving a reason to do so, or explain why.
She knew he wouldn't be calling her; his mother would continually berate him for always being away. The following morning she packed a case making sure nothing but sexy was in there. Her lacy skimpy underwear would stun him, short skirts, stockings, the full monty was to be paraded. His mother arrived at 2pm took the children and she set off on the 150 mile journey, already looking forward to a fun filled sexy weekend.
As she reached about half way she passed through the town where she had been born, she considered stopping to see her divorced mother. She decided not to but had she indeed stopped she would have been stunned to see her husband's car on the drive! Toni was twenty miles from her destination; she had just pulled in to fill the car up so it was ready for the return trip on Sunday.
Her phone rang, it was Larry, and what he said couldn't have been worse, he had just received an instruction to attend a meeting in London that night, visit a new site on Saturday and work the weekend on submitting a price for the following Monday. He finished his conversation by saying he had just left his hotel and was setting off.
Toni finished filling her car and decided to reluctantly return home to a quiet weekend, then she said to herself, 'to hell with it, I've booked the hotel and I'm having a weekend even if I will be on my own!' So she continued her trek. She arrived at the hotel and checked in, she had a long luxurious bath, went for a walk in the grounds and returned to her room, it was around 8pm she looked at the room service menu and decided to go down to the dining room instead.
She was met by a maitre de and shown to a table in the window overlooking the expansive gardens, it was lovely place to sit and it made her feel happier about her lonesome situation. The menu was varied and exciting; she ordered a pate starter, a fish course and a sweet, with a glass of red wine. Toni took and age over her meal, many heads turned as every man in the room looked at the beautiful woman sat on her own and thought, 'I wish.'
She had half hoped that a dashing good looking sexy man would ask if he could join her but none did, and to be truthful there wasn't one in the room any way, she allowed herself a smile at her lucid thoughts. Toni finished her dinner and left, as she was making her way back to her room she saw a sign on a door saying, "Residents only Bar."
'Ah,' she thought, 'I'll have a drink and go on up, watch a bit of television before going to bed.'
She walked in, there were two couples, they all greeted each other with a smile and nod, the men appreciated her looks, the women appraised her. Toni sat on a bar stool at the end and asked for a exotic cocktail. The coloured bar man worked it for her, and it tasted delicious. As he served her she caught his eye, he was 'looking' at her, she knew the signs, and, she said to herself, 'he is rather cute and good looking isn't he?'
She was wearing a suit, it was a black matador type of jacket, and a short skirt, a white cotton man type shirt with a high collar, she was wearing a long gold chain on the outside of her shirt, and the cuffs rolled over the jacket sleeves. Patent leather black high heels with the mandatory stockings, and underneath she was ready to kill, kill any male who would be brave enough to enter, that man had been intended to be her husband!
Her glorious blond hair was up on her head in a wave of soft curls, all held by a butterfly clip. Toni looked stunningly sexy and fantastic, 'and I'm on my bloody own,' she bemoaned to herself. She sipped her cocktail and a shadow passed her peripheral vision, she looked to see what it was and there was man standing near her, he ordered a wine, "and please," he told the bar man, "refresh the ladies glass." He had an accent she didn't recognise.
He smiled at her, his white teeth flashed; he had a swarthy complexion, and said.
"Please forgive me for being so forward señora, but you look a little sad, please allow me to buy you a drink." He raised his glass and silently toasted her. Toni thought for a moment, returned his smile and thanked him.
"May I be so bold señora to ask why such a beautiful lady is sat in here by herself on a Friday evening?" He said, with a lilting tone in his voice. Again Toni thought, did she want to talk to a stranger, she thought, 'why not, it can't do any harm can it?'
"I was due to meet my husband here but unfortunately he was called away on business, so I decided to stay by myself." She told him, twirling the stick in her glass.
