I have to set the scene for this story because it does relate to a later part, so forgive me for taking up time and space to describe a hotel.
When you get out of the shuttle bus at the Hilton Atlanta Airport hotel, you walk into an area on the ground floor that has a bar "The Finish Line" on one side, a restaurant and meeting rooms on the other. Between the two of them is the escalator that takes you upstairs to the registration desk. OK, I'm done the description now.
One evening, I went down to The Finish Line to get something to eat. The place was crowded and extremely noisy. I walked around looking for a good TV vantage point but couldn't find one. As it turned out, the only channels on were showing NBA, but I was really looking for a sport to watch :)
I couldn't find anything in the main room, so I came back out to the entrance area where I found a round table for only two or three people. I sat down to get something to eat, but I only ordered a Diet Coke to get started. I figured with a six-pack of Coors up in my room, I wasn't going to take out a mortgage to buy a beer in their bar.
As I was sitting there pretending to look over the menu and nursing my Coke, I looked to my left when in walked this lady. I checked her out and discovered one of the most beautiful asses walking away from me into the main room. I couldn't and didn't want to see any more of her than that because her ass had me mesmorized. I watched her until she got out of sight. She was doing what I had done earlier--looking for a place to sit.
About two minutes later, I saw her heading back out to my area and got to see her face, which was very pretty--not stunning, but pretty. She had a pretty good rack under her red blouse and I could detect a black bra holding up her tits.
"This place is nuts!!," she exclaimed.
"Yeah, I know. I couldn't find anywhere to sit either. I'll share my table if you want." I said to her.
"Thanks. That's very sweet of you." she said as she sat down.
"Why is it so crowded tonight? Something special going on or is it always like this?" she asked me.
I told her I didn't know because I was just visiting Atlanta for the next three days. She told me that she was, too and that she was from Midland, Michigan. The waiter came around and offered her a menu and asked her what she wanted from the bar. She chose a Diet Coke and started to look at the menu.
"Diet Coke. Great minds think alike," I said. She told me that she wasn't sure what she wanted to drink because she didn't know what she wanted to eat.
"It's so noisy in here that it's hard to have a conversation let alone enjoy eating." she commented.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I was thinking about ordering something and taking it upstairs. I have a cold six-pack in the fridge and I could eat there in peace and quiet." I said.
"What a great idea. Would you like some company? I'll order something and join you if you want to share the peace."
I really wanted to say, "Are you fucking nuts? Of course I want you to join me." but I didn't want to give away my exuberance in spending time with this hottie.
So, we both ordered burger and fries; and while we were waiting for the food, we finished our Coke and learned a little more about each other. She told me she was married but not a fanatic about it, had a ten-year-old son, worked as an insurance broker, and loved getting out of small-town Midland. She hadn't been to Atlanta before but I had been, so we talked about being tourists on Saturday. She said that she had to go back home on a Saturday flight, and that really disappointed me. As you know, airfare is cheaper when you stay over a Saturday, so that was the reason why I didn't go home on Friday. As a matter of fact, I couldn't make flight arrangements to Ottawa anyway.
The food came, and we left the bar. We walked out to the escalator and I let her go first and I stood on the stair behind her. What a beautiful view I got of her ass, and I know that she was shifting positions on the stairs to give me different perspectives of it. It was nice and tight and accented by the stripes in her tight dress pants. I was spending more time staring up the steps instead of stepping up the stairs and I was hoping that the drool would dry off my sweater by the time I got off the escalator.
When we got to the top, I told her my room number but she suggested something different.
"Why don't you give me the food and I'll take it to my room while you get the beer from your fridge. That way, I'll have a chance to change from these clothes. I had them on all day. I'm one floor up in 615. I'm Michelle, by the way."
I told her who I was and that I didn't want her to change because she looked good to me. Although I didn't tell her, I liked the way her bod looked in those clothes, but I didn't want her to think I had something in mind by dragging out the issue.
I went to my room, washed my hands and face and brushed my teeth. For good measure, I pulled my pants down and washed my genitals with a face cloth from the shower. If I were going to have any sexual interaction with her, I wasn't going to embarrass myself by being unclean anywhere. I grabbed the beer from the fridge along with the plastic glasses (pretty cheap for a Hilton, don't you think?) and walked down the one flight of stairs to her room.
I tapped on the door and she opened it up and just about made me cum in my pants. She had on a red slik top that came as far as her hips and a pair of red bikini panties under it. She also wore a red bra. I didn't know where to look because she was gorgeous everywhere.
"Pick up your tongue and come in," she said.
"I normally don't dress like this for strangers, but I wasn't planning to entertain in my room and I had only two other choices: Wear the same old clothes I had on earlier or wear the formal business suit that I have to wear to the meeting tomorrow. Are you okay with this? Judging by your reaction, I'd say that you are."
"You are the most gorgeous sight I ever could have imagined meeting me at the door. You are absolutely stunning, Michelle."
We sat down on the settee so we could share the coffee table. I got up to get us a beer, but she said that she had brought a bottle of wine from home and would like that instead. So, I took the bottle back over to where we were sitting.
"I've got to watch how much of that stuff I drink because it has an adverse affect on me," she said.
