AUTHOR'S NOTE: "This is my first submission on Literotica. This will hopefully be the first of many more to come. This is the first chapter in a series and I'm hoping that after reading you will love to see what happens in the next chapter. Please rate and comment and tell me what you think."
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The story begins with Amber Kane. She's recently celebrated her 25th birthday though now as she sits on her hotel bed, she can't quite remember that night. She was always a little chubby growing up and she made the decision last year to get in shape.
Though she now has a body most women would die for and any man would drool over she still hasn't gained the confidence in herself or her body she's always wanted. Now as she sits she notices the time.
"That can't be right! It can't be 7 o'clock! Have I really been sitting here all day!?"
She starts to wonder just what happened last night at bar. She went out to celebrate her birthday, though she went alone, she remembered meeting a few people. But who were they. Trying harder to remember she finds herself getting a headache from the frustration.
"Could I have really drank that much?"
Frustrated she decides to head back to the bar and see if she can't get any answers from anyone. As she gets up and walks to the bathroom she notices herself in the dresser mirror. She gasps at the image looking back at her.
Her hair is messy and not in a bun she remembered putting it in. Her black dress is wrinkled as though she was fisting and pulling at it. Looking herself over more, she notices that a strap on her dress is missing. She is horrified at the thought that she wasn't the one who wrinkled her dress or tore her strap.
Horrified at the sight she begins to think, "Was I raped? Did someone drug me last night?" As she is watching herself in the mirror in shock she notices that she isn't hurt, no bruises that she see anywhere and her mind begins to wander as a warmth comes over. "Ok. So maybe not rape... Could I have...? No... Impossible!"
She raises her dress which was just above her knees and notices that she is not wearing the underwear she had put on last night.
"Oh my God..." She takes off her dress and looks at herself in the mirror. "What happened to my underwear?" She turns back to bed and sees that it is still made; the only wrinkle in the sheets she sees is from where she was just sitting. She looks around her room and realizes her underwear is nowhere to be found. "If they're not here, where could they be?"
She looks out of her hotel window to the view of Vegas outside. She can't help but smile at the thought of the amazing night she must've had. She laughs at herself thinking, "Well, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I guess my underwear is staying... wherever they are."
"I wonder what will happen tonight. I just hope to remember it this time."
She laughs as she walks toward the bathroom to shower. She then notices that she doesn't have a clean towel. She proceeds to the phone calls to the front desk. She is delighted to hear the same voice she remembers from checking in the day before.
He is young man by the name of Steve, though as they were talking she couldn't stop wondering how old he was. Although, hoping that he was her age, she figured that she would never have a shot. As she proceeded to ask for towels she couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted to know how old he was.
"27."
Lost in thought for moment she snapped back to reality, "I'm sorry, Steve. What was that?"
He replied a smile in his voice, "I'm 27, and you did want to know that didn't you?"
They both sat in silence for a moment as she wondered if she really had asked out loud, and he started to wonder what made him say that and assume she wanted to know as she never asked.
Then Steve said, "I'm about to get off my shift. But I'll be right up with your towels Mrs. Kane." She replied, "Oh no, it's Ms. and you can call me Amber. OK." Shocked at herself she thought, "I did not just say that. Oh my God. I am flirting with him; I need to get off this phone. What is wrong with me?" Before she could say anything else or apologize. He replied, "Alright. I'll be with your with towels soon, Amber."
She smiled at the sound of her name coming out of his mouth, that deep voice. She got off the phone and lay back on her bed as the thoughts of hearing him say her name ran through her mind. She pictured his body next to hers.
He stood about 5'11", toned and muscular body, tanned, deep blue eyes that you could get lost in, short brown hair and she could just imagine on the size of what was hidden behind his zipper. Then something hit her that sent her mind to new realm of fantasy.
"He said he was getting off his shift." She wondered why he would say that, was that a hint, and was he hoping something more than dropping off towels would happen too? "No. I mean look at me." She got up and looked in the mirror at her still naked body.
She turned to the side as she looked at herself, "I mean, I'm alright I guess." She's 5'6", toned from her working out and losing weight, brown hair with touches of blonde that she loved, green eyes that she loved to play up, her D cup breasts stood perky and her nipples hard from everything that she was thinking about and doing to Steve, and nice round firm ass that would make any woman proud.
She wondered about her body, never really having confidence in the way she looked, and she thought, "Do I really look that good? Good enough to make a guy like Steve want me?"
(Knock. Knock. Knock.)
"Who is it?" she replied, as she ran to the bathroom to get her robe and put it on, knowing it had to be Steve.
"Room service, I'm here with your towels."
She started toward the door closing her robe as the voice confirmed that it was Steve on the other side. She paused when she noticed herself in her dresser mirror, sure she had a robe on now, but her hair was still a mess.
