(I must thank not only patricia51 but also a new friend who appears to have a sense of my overwordiness. Enjoy. And please remember this and only the stories on this site are copyright to me.)
The messenger service was different than the usual one we use.
The bike rider was directed to my cube and stood by with a flat envelope and a clipboard for me to sign.
I opened the small envelope expecting anything than the single white piece of paper wrapped around an electronic hotel key.
On the paper was simply, "11:30 Regency Suite 325".
I folded the paper and then decided to shred it.
My girlfriend and I had been having lots of arguments and yelling lately. I really didn't expect to find myself in a club which used to be my haunt and hunting ground years ago, but I was.
And I met her there.
Younger, jet black hair cut in a bob, three piercings in each ear and a square tipped tongue piercing.
We talked. And danced. And all but made out on the dance floor and at a small table that I used to almost have reserved for me because of the privacy it afforded.
I asked if she had a place to go, hinting about my arrangements.
She looked at me as her hand rode up my thigh and squeezed with her knuckles grinding into my crotch.
Her answer was no, she was catching the Red Eye to DC tonight, but would be back in about a week or so. Casual for all the heat generated in the past two hours.
I thought, "You fucking teasing bitch!" but calmed when she asked me for my card and promised to surprise me when she returned.
We parted.
I know I rubbed a path in my tongue from the piercing playing tonsil hockey with her.
I went home, masturbated myself to sleep next to her highness who slept blissfully unaware I had even been out.
Now here was the surprise. I was floored, nearly in a panic, but also with a knotted stomach simply holding the key in my fingers.
I made up some lame excuse to take the rest of the day off.
The cab I caught in front of the office building I work in got me to the hotel at just 11:20.
The dining room at this hotel has a concept not seen in many business oriented hotels.
A diner, all female cooks and staff with a menu of "comfort foods" and friendly to female travelers, though also hearty food that men find comforting too.
I did not check in at the desk but went to the bank of elevators and rode to the third floor.
But, what was I? Cheating on my girlfriend, just going along with my wild instincts, or simply harkening back to my wilder younger days?
I was not sure, and that knot in my stomach did not ease until I slid the key into the lock and pushed the handle down when the green light flashed on.
A typical suite, the vestibule with clothes hanging in an open closet, that rack to hold and unpack luggage, the sparkly clean bathroom to the right and the beds out of sight also to the right.
Hanging was a suit, not unlike the one I wore, a ruffled blouse on hangers and I looked down to see a pair of leather shoes, ankle straps, not at all like the simple patent leather pumps with a three inch heel I wore.
I don't know what I expected. Goth clothing? Knee high boots? Something to match the memory I had of her tight jeans and sweater of that one previous encounter?
I glanced to the left and saw her reflected in the mirror opposite the what I found to be a single king sized bed. That bob, her lips a succulent red parted in a welcoming smile.
Her back propped on two pillows, she was wrapped in a sheet covering her breasts, but a noticeable tattoo just over the left mound.
She said in a low voice to make myself comfortable which I took to mean disrobe.
I removed my jacket, shoes, then my skirt, blouse and hung them next to her clothing.
I walked to the larger portion of the suite in panties, bra and thigh high stockings.
There was still a chance I could realize I had made a mistake and wanted an option.
She complimented me, saying I was lovelier than she remembered which made me blush all over and my nipples to pucker.
I thought, "in for a penny, in for a pound" and released my bra to allow my breasts to bound free.
She licked her lips and tugged the sheet lower to reveal her smaller, but firmer breasts.
Then she continued to slide the sheet down until it was at her knees. Another tattoo just above her smoothly shaven pubis. I recognized this as a rose with one thorn protruding upward.
That was my cue to remove my panties, I rolled the still damp bikinis down to let her see my pink lipped mound.
She drew up her knees and wrapped them in her arms, nestling her chin on her forearms.
What appeared to be hiding, in fact displayed her full vulva, wide labia and a semi parted slit.
Some call it "cameltoe", I simply called the display maddeningly erotic.
I knew she was looking me over too.
I stood with my legs parted. The wide bands of my stockings tight on my thighs, but otherwise nude.
I was conscious of the slight droop of my breasts as well as the crinkle of my nipples perking upward.
My crotch is covered in a slightly wispy carpet of blonde hairs, curly but not hiding the obvious arousal I felt with the pulsing of my vaginal lips.
Her eyes moved up and down, her head tilted slightly as she watched my reflection in the mirror behind me.
I looked closer and noticed a ring piercing one labia, the left, and wondered if she also had any other piercings than that, the tongue stud and ears.
She motioned to me and welcomed me to sit opposite her in the bed.
I moved and sat almost butt to butt when she wrapped her legs around my waist and ran her hands up and down my nylon encased legs.
The muted feel of her hands made me shiver and her eyes steadily held me even when her hand reached for my right foot and brought it to her lips.
I moaned softly when she licked the arch through the nylon, my toes wriggled when she kissed the ball of my foot.
Her lips quickly found the hallux and sucked on it, nibbling and bobbing her head with a wickedly evil smile. She continued with each adjoining toe until she had wetted my stocking and made me shiver by also grinding her hips to press our naked bottoms together.
For my part I rubbed my left foot along her buttock and hip finding the sensuality uniquely arousing evidenced by the slick wetness I felt from my pussy.