Her name was Lanita Grey. She was the most beautiful woman I've seen in my whole life; at age 43 she was my dream. At age 30 I started working for a mid-sized upscale hotel in suburban New Jersey. I was maintenance/shuttle driver/security at night times. I'm a nicely built 6 foot 2 inch man and around 210 pounds and kept myself up with fresh hair cuts and nice clothes. Ms. Grey was my floor supervising manager; she was 5 foot 10 or 11, around 170 pounds and a very sophisticated look. Ms. Grey had a cocoa complexion, short very precise hair always cut perfectly, beautiful straight white teeth, followed by naturally pink full heart shaped lips and a killer smile that would make a man melt. Lanita Grey's body was just as beautiful as her smile, a tall curvy woman: she had full breasts, a nice round butt that was still in shape; she wore expensive skirts and silk blouses most of the time with a hint of perfume everywhere she was; her nails were always done and she never had on any make up. Her toes were just as perfect; she wore opened toe shoes in the spring and summer time.
I've been watching her ever since I started working at the hotel, and thought she never noticed me. Ms. Grey was a grown woman, not a young girl, but a beautiful elegant and sensual woman. One night at dinner break she must have been working late and she came into the employees' cafeteria. There were only a few of us there that night and I was sitting alone reading a magazine, "NFL Weekly;" as I looked up Ms. Grey was right in my face smiling with that smile of hers and asked if she could share the table with me because no one else was around.
I gladly said yes and stood up to pull her chair from the table as she touched my hand and said "No, no baby that's okay, an old lady can still manage". She giggled and sat down as I returned to my chair with my heart pumping. "So Troy how's the job, I've been watching you and have been getting good reports on you."
"Very good Ms. Grey, I'm loving this job, I get plenty of hours and the pay is good." She immediately said to not call her Ms. Grey anymore because it makes her feel old, but to call her Nita when it was just us and Lanita on the floor. "Okay Nita," I replied with a smile and asked her why she was still in the hotel so late; she said she was doing some work for a big conference next week and was running late. Nita had some chicken soup with some crackers and a diet Pepsi, as she blew the hot soup I could see her beautiful lips, and thought out loud, "How beautiful. Uhh, sorry Nita I didn't mean you to hear that."
She replied "Thanks for the compliment but I didn't think that younger men found me attractive."
I said, "Are you kidding me? You're absolutely beautiful and it's an honor being at the same table talking with you."
Nita blushed, and said, "Thank you, I'm old enough to be your big sister."
I said "I hope you would be a step sister from a divorced marriage, so I could take you dancing." We both laughed, and she told me to stop because she may take me seriously. Could she really be taking me serious? Wow, she would definitely be the best thing I ever had. We talked for a while with a level of flirting and it was time to go back to work; Nita said thanks for the great dinner date and to make sure I dropped in the office more often because I was definitely a gentleman. She didn't have to say anymore, the next day I sent a single long stem pink rose to her office signed from step brother and a smile.
Later that day I was returning from an airport run and she was pulling out in her Benz, I thought very classy and pulled up so I could block her. Nita looked with a frown, then when she saw it was me a big smile went across her face. We both let the windows down in our vehicles and I said, "Hi step sis."
She laughed and picked up the rose I sent her and said, "Your too much Troy, I was the talk of the office today and thank you."
"No problem Nita, you deserve it."
She said, "How about a real dinner sometime and I'll cook."
Did I believe my ears right? I said anytime, I mean anytime. I backed up the van and let her out, she waved goodbye and pulled off. Could this be for real? Did she actually give me an invitation to have dinner at her house? To say least I had a great night of work. One of the security guards Brian shook his head as I walked in the hotel, "Did I just hear what I herd?"
I said with a smile, "I don't know, but I did," we both laughed as I entered the building.
For the next week and a half I was disappointed for I have not heard from Lanita. I saw her on the floor occasionally but no more sparks, and I thought should I send her another rose or maybe a dozen; no that would be too pushy and with a woman like her and I didn't want to clown myself. It was Wednesday night and I noticed I was off on Friday, so I planned to go to a club with some of my friends to get my mind off of Nita. Hell I was young good looking and had some chicks wanting to date me, so I figured I should just go on and forget about dreaming about Ms. Lanita Grey. Thursday morning while I was in room 423 fixing a broken lamp, my walkie-talkie went off, it was my supervisor saying I would be getting a call from management and to pick up the phone. "Hello," it was Lanita Grey. As she spoke my heart jumped again: "Hi there Troy it's your step sister" and she laughed. "Did you notice you're off tomorrow?"
"Yes I did."
"I did that, and I want to make you dinner tomorrow and maybe a movie if you're good."
I smiled and laughed and gladly accepted, "Well tomorrow at 6:30, see ya then." She did it again, just melted my heart in a matter of a few seconds. What was wrong with me, how could she do that? I was the man around any other woman but when it came to her I just fell apart.