Floating to the top floor of the Waldorf Astoria, my shaking hand was being held by Brooke. As the elevator jostled us back and forth, our arms bumped together releasing some sort of electric current between us. I had never felt those amazing feelings before.
Although excited by the prospects of sharing some magic moments with this beautiful woman, still, I had this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach that I just couldn't figure out. Something was wrong. In those fleeting seconds, my mind struggled to comprehend how I could feel so turned-on, so sexually excited, my dick so fucking hard, and yet still feel like my world was about to fall apart. Was it simply fear, or anxiety, or perhaps.....shame?
After reaching out destination, we walked through a corridor and I slid my card. The double doors opened to a huge ornately decorated suite, the highlight being the floor to ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the New York City lights. It was as romantic a sight as one could get. Brooke wordlessly released my hand and went to gaze out at the skyline.
I watched how she moved in her heels, how her hips gently swayed, the sweet curves of her perfect ass. I watched and I started crying inside. Something was eating away at my gut and I suddenly, almost instinctively, knew what I had to do.
Brooke stood at the windows for moments in silence.
"Brooke..." I started.
Suddenly she turned around, a tear running down her cheek, and we both simultaneously blurted out, "I can't do this!"
"What!"
Her eyes got all big, as she struggled to process what I just said, and then she looked downwards toward the marble floor.
"I'm sorry, Jerry. I love my husband. I love Pete. I just can't do this..."
"Brooke, and I can't be with another man's wife. It goes against everything I believe in... I'm sorry."
"Jerry, I feel so stupid right now, but I can't believe I almost made such a terrible mistake."
"I feel exactly the same way."
"But I led you on, led you to believe that we were going to... It's unforgivable, to you and to Pete."
"No, Brooke, we're human. We have feelings. In another time and another place perhaps we might be together, but honestly, I want my first time to be with a person I have a chance to share a life with...and unless somebody kills Pete in jail tonight...we both know that isn't going to happen," I smiled.
It was at that very moment that I think I realized how emotionally compatible we were. It was more than just a physical attraction. Our thought processes were in sync, too, and the realization made me sad. But Brooke and I were not meant to be together...
----------------------------------------------------
"I'll sleep on the sofa, Brooke, you can take the bed," I stated with just a hint of sad resignation.
"Perhaps I should just go to my room," Brooke countered.
"Don't be silly, the bathroom is like a palace and the view is amazing from the Jacuzzi tub. Stay and enjoy it. Don't worry, I promise to be good. There are robes in the closet."
"Well, OK, I really don't like being alone," she admitted.
"Besides, Brooke, I'm going to sleep soon. This has been a long day...an emotionally draining day and I'm suddenly very tired. Goodnight," as I grabbed some blankets and a pillow from the closet and laid them across the sofa. I turned my back to Brooke and started undressing down to my silk boxers as I readied for sleep.
"Jerry?"
"Yes, Brooke?" I said turning around to face her.
"Oh...My...God!"
"What?"
"Did I cause THAT?"
"What?"
"Dear Lord, look at the tent in your underwear! Hell, you could sleep the whole Brady Bunch underneath there!"
Looking down I deadpanned, "And the Partridge Family, too."
Brooke raced back to the windows chanting, "I love Pete. I love Pete. He's my husband and I love him. I do love him." She sounded like a panicked woman trying to convince herself.
"Brooke!" I shouted across the cavernous suite, "It's OK. Relax. You love Pete and Pete loves you. Everything is cool..."
"No, it's not OK. I haven't seen anything standing that erect since flag poles on the 4th of July. Are you OK? Are your balls blue?"
Looking down, "More like a purplish color..." I jokingly observed.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry..."
"No problem, Brooke...but I'm feeling as though I may need to relieve myself here before I go to sleep. Will that freak you out? Perhaps you should draw some hot water in the tub and relax while I take care of some urgent business..."
"Dear Lord..."
"Oh...and as swollen as my balls are right now ...I think I may need at least a couple of towels for the cleanup...the oversized ones if you can find any... "
"No!"
"What?"
"Jerry, you cannot cum!"
"What? Brooke, I understand and accept our situation, but I really do need some relief."
"No, Jerry! You need a woman, tonight! Get dressed. We're going downstairs to see the concierge. I'm so, so sorry that I cannot take care of your problem myself, but I will get you some real relief."
"Brooke, you don't have to do this..."
"Yes, I do. I feel responsible, and believe me; I am going to try to help you find a nice wife this weekend. You're a very decent man and you deserve it. But first things first, get dressed!"
There was a fire and a passion in Brooke's eyes and voice that I could not dismiss. I realized she was going to take charge of my weekend, and perhaps change my life for the better. Perhaps this would be a good thing, having a female advocate. I felt more certain than ever that Pete was a very lucky man.
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The elevator descended to the lobby, and as Brooke and I were walking towards the front desk, Mrs. HDK emerged from the ladies room holding a wet towel.
"Carol, how's your husband? Is his eye OK?" I asked.
"Oh he's fine. I think he just wants a little attention, you know how men are," she smiled, looking towards Brooke. "He's definitely more of a lover than a fighter."
"Carol is Mrs. HDK, Brooke, have you two met?" I asked.
"Oh yes, we had a long discussion earlier this evening about our husbands....and you."
"Really? Me?"
"Yes. Carol enjoyed talking with you, Betrayed and Barbara during your limo ride this morning, especially since you were too spellbound and tongue tied to speak much to her husband. She thinks you're quite a catch and that you would make some woman very happy...OK?"
Brooke then turned towards Mrs. HDK, "Carol, can I talk with you in private for a minute?"
"I really should be getting back to my husband..."
"Please, it's important....and Jerry, stay here, we'll be right back."
The women entered the ladies room and were gone for three days. Well, it seemed like three days. When they emerged they marched to the front desk to ask for a manager. Fifteen minutes later we were sitting in the office of a very sleepy concierge. Brooke and Carol took charge of the conversation...
"Sir, we have a very special request for an important guest," Brooke started, nodding towards me. "We would like to find some female companionship tonight for Jerry."
"You got me out of bed to find a hooker for your friend?" the concierge stated incredulously. "When my manager told me you were looking for good pussy, I thought you wanted front row seats to 'Cats'!"
"We want to find a nice young lady who has the physical characteristics of my friend," Carol said, nodding towards Brooke.
"So you want a Twiggy?"
"Huh?"
"Tall, skinny, blond, and beautiful..."
"Well, since you put it like that....Yes!"
"Ladies, what the hell do I look like, a pimp?"
"Sir..." Brooke said, "Girard, is that your name?"
"Yes."
"Girard, my friend here has put almost three quarters of a million dollars into the coffers of this wonderful hotel this weekend and he would like your assistance. Making special guests happy is your job, correct? Now I'm certain a man of your knowledge and connections could find a nice woman for my friend without too much trouble..."
"Well, OK, but it's really late..."
"I assure you that your effort will be rewarded," Brooke stated, "And money is no object..."
I looked at Brooke with a raised eyebrow, but she just winked back. Girard got to working the phone. Ten minutes later, Girard put down his cell.
"Her name is Tina. My friend assured me that she has the physical characteristics you request and she is very special. Of course, she ought to be for twenty thousand for the night. Would you like the hotel to put this on your account?"
I shook my head as I handed over a piece of plastic to Girard. After the transaction was complete, I stood up and left the office, Brooke and Carol following quickly behind.
"What the fuck!" I loudly whispered. "That's a lot of money! Hell, Brooke, my hand would be a lot cheaper. Girls, I appreciate all that you're trying to do for me, but honesty, I want my first time to be with someone who I have a chance to share a life with..."
The women paled but were undaunted, "You need this, Jerry!" they both stated in unison. Both women were staring at my still bulging crotch as Brooke reasoned, "You need the immediate relief, and you need to get through this evening so you can relax. Trust us, this is just the beginning. It's just a night to explore and learn and experience. So enjoy it! Tomorrow we start trying to find you a wife..."
