"Here you go, you can take the elevators just over there," the check-in guy said as he appraised the woman. They get a lot of beauties here and Mrs. Sabrina Wallace just moved into the top ten of all he'd ever checked in.
Sabrina did a double-take, "Excuse me. 407? Is that the room that overlooks that pretty park?" he asked the young man.
"Yes. My opinion? The best room we have. You're timing was perfect this week as it is usually booked by newlyweds but there was a last-minute cancellation, great view with the trees blossoming, and the canopy bed. Very romantic," he blushed, "Not that you care about that," he quickly added. He looked at the gorgeous blonde in her business attire, "You know that room?" he asked.
"I do. It is romantic. This is surreal actually," she said softly, "It's our 10th anniversary and I have to attend this damn show this week, but this is where we came for our honeymoon," she looked sadly at the envelope containing the key card. "The same room..same bed...thanks for," she waved the envelope sadly.
"Do you want another room?" he asked. "I mean if you being alone or you know..." he asked hopefully.
Sabrina laughed, "I'm a big girl. These things happen and knowing Mark I'll be more than pleased with the celebration when I get back home," she said.
The smile the girl gave him almost made him faint before she rolled her bag to the elevators.
The room looked the same as she remembered. There was a different flowered wallpaper and the chair in the corner was new, but the bed looked the same. She went over and pressed on the mattress, 'Thank God. This is a lot firmer than last time,' she smiled. She looked sadly at the bed remembering being underneath Mark for the first time...being on top...spooning...
She stifled those thoughts and memories and threw the suitcase on the bed and proceeded to unpack. She'd sure packed different outfits than when she was last here...nothing with lace, all business, except...She carefully lifted the red satin dress out. She hoped it still fit after ten years, but she'd not gained that much weight. She remembered the cocktail lounge across the street where she and Mark sat in the corner booth, the happiest couple in the entire world. She fingered the slit on the side making it impossible to wear underwear. She closed her eyes remembering his strong hand discovering her sex for the first time as they'd both been saving themselves. It was almost like in the movies when he'd waved over the waiter and said "Check please!"
Smiling at the memory and the hours of energetic activity in this bed she went over and hung up the dress. She'd packed that on a whim thinking she'd go out and have one drink and toast to 10 happy years...alone. Maybe it was a bad idea packing that, she thought sadly...that's just pathetic, sitting alone in the bar celebrating...what?
After unpacking, she decided a shower and dinner were in order. After drying her hair, she went over to the window admiring the trees blossoming. She opened the window inhaling the sweet aroma of the fresh blooms. Closing her eyes she could almost feel Mark coming up behind her, removing the towel and taking her while strollers passed by obliviously beneath them...they might have seen them but she was too involved to have noticed or cared.
Standing up, she looked over at the closet, coming to a decision. She stood in front of the mirror, dropping her towel to the floor. She cupped her breasts, bouncing them gently. Perhaps a bit less perky, but larger. She had the tiniest little bit of fat on her stomach, but nothing much. Her hips and ass were the same as always, she knew that as she was still able to comfortably wear the same size jeans. She ran fingers through her light-colored bush remembering when Mark first knelt to admire her pussy. His deep brown eyes looking up at her, his tongue... 'Shit!' she sighed as she yanked open the closet door.
Sabrina admired herself in the mirror. It was tighter than she'd remembered it, especially in the chest. She'd known her boobs got a size bigger and this dress was for a C-cup. Should she wear this? She turned and saw a bit of side-boob and her cleavage was a lot more pronounced. She looked at the slit up the side, smiling as she recalled Mark and other men studying her ass trying to discern if she was going commando.
Throwing on a coat even though it was warm out, she headed over to the lounge. She was surprised and happy that it was named the same, Marquis, and nothing else seemed to have changed. She stopped to look around ignoring the men who were overtly checking her out and the women redirecting their attention. She hung her coat on an old brass hook and went over to the bar.
"Hello, appletini?" the bartender asked as he laid down a napkin.
"What? How do you know what my drink is?" she looked surprised.
The older man indicated the corner booth with his eyes, "You and your husband sat over there, what was it? 5, 10 years ago. The happiest couple I think I'd ever had in here. You told me I made the best appletini you'd ever had," he smiled.
"Wow! You have an incredible memory," she smiled as she fingered her ring, "Do you remember all your customers?"
The man laughed, "Hell no." He eyed her dress, "but I'll never forget the dress," he said. "I do remember you, but I wouldn't be able to pick out your husband from a line up I'm afraid. I admit looking over at you all night," He looked past her, "Where is your husband? Or, should I keep my mouth shut?" he said more softly.
Sabrina shook her head, "Bad stretch for us, not our relationship, being in the same country. He had to fly to Hong Kong last month and I have a show over at the convention center this week, so we'll, um, this is our 10th anniversary today and strangely enough, I'm in the same hotel room, sitting in the same lounge as when we were just married," she said sadly. "I thought I'd celebrate alone...you know. Never mind, stupid." She hesitated, "Sabrina Wallace," holding out her hand.
"Brad Berry," he shook the girl's hand. Then he looked around, "I doubt you'll be alone for long," he looked back at the woman, "but I think you know that," he said. "That dress is like red to a bull and looking around there are a lot of bulls here."
"I'm not looking for anything like that," she sighed. "Tonight, I wish I were that type but I just wanted to toast 10 years of wedded bliss, albeit just toasting myself," she sighed. She took a sip and grinned, "Still the best," she raised her glass to the man.
"I'll pay for that," a voice said behind her.
"Sorry," Sabrina said quickly, "I'm just having this one and I'll not be great company. Sorry."
The bartender went over to serve others as they came in and the stunning blonde found she could have had a dozen free drinks had she accepted them, but she was very polite spurning the offers. When he came back he raised an eyebrow, "You know, you could make it plain that if you accepted the drink it would go no further than conversation."
"And they'd believe me?" she asked. She looked at her dress, "I look like a hooker, don't I?"
