We're both kind of giddy as we enter the upscale hotel. I'm feeling a bit awkward about being here but Crystal seems fine. I don't know if my punky/gothy new girlfriend is more used to these places or if she has more confidence. Probably both.
There's a lot to look at in here. The place is modern and classy but kind of quirky in a way that says wealth. It's fun but I feel sort of out of place. I glance in a large artfully placed mirror in the front lobby to see how we look in here.
I'm about 6 foot tall and moderately good looking with my thick brown hair and hazel green eyes. I don't go to the gym but I try to stay in shape and my job is physically demanding. My lean frame represents that. I've been told I'm handsome by girlfriends and I believe them, even if I don't exactly see it. My skin is also on the pale side, more prone to burning than tanning. That's nothing compared to Crystal though.
She's very pale with light blue eyes and neck length asymmetrically cut straight black hair. I'm not that big but she almost seems half my size at barely 5 feet tall with a lean athletic body on a naturally slender frame. Her breasts, firm C cups, look a lot bigger on her because of her petite size.
I knew she was a good person and good looking anyways, but after this evening I more fully appreciate how beautiful she is. And not just her slender elfin face and sexy body. She's a genuinely nice person and seeing that shine through makes her all the more attractive to me.
We hold onto each other like the new lovers that we are as we approach the check-in counter. "How can I help you?" The fairly good looking guy asks us with a dazzling smile. He clearly has tons of charisma.
"We're, umm, here to check in." I answer somewhat awkwardly.
The clerk definitely notices our lack of luggage and clothes that are different than the norm in here. While I have new fairly nice clothes that fit in, my old shoes definitely do not. Crystal is in her black tank top and small black shorts with combat boots. The ripped fishnets she had on earlier got ripped even more and had to get tossed. She's also holding my hand and has been leaning against me since we stopped.
Like a professional he ignores all of that, "Do you have a reservation?"
"Umm, yes. Somebody else made it for us." I give the clerk David's name.
"Ahh, yes. He just called a few minutes ago about this. You have a suite reserved." I nod as he starts typing on his computer. I have no idea what the difference is between a room and a suite. Bigger probably? "Can I have your ID to confirm things?" I open my well used old wallet and hand him my driver's license.
"Thank you." He says as Crystal's hand slides down my body. "Just one moment." If he notices Crystal putting her hand in my pocket, he doesn't say anything.
"Take your time." Crystal says politely while looking up at me. I jump slightly as my horny girlfriend grabs my cock with an impish grin. The clerk pauses briefly before returning to typing. My girlfriend keeps her blue eyes on me as she starts rhythmically squeezing me. I think she's trying to pay me back, or get me back, for playing with her in public. That or she's egging me on to do something else to her in public. Or both. That seems the most likely option.
"Do you have a car?" The clerk asks politely looking down at us. There's no way he hasn't noticed what Crystal is doing.
"Yes, I do." Crystal answers. "It's in the garage across the street. Is that ok?"
The clerk nods, "Yes, I'll just need the license plate, make, and model." He slides a form across the counter.
"Can you take care of that?" Crystal asks, stopping her teasing. "I, uh, always write it down wrong." That would probably be her undiagnosed minor dyslexia. You'd think that would be easier than her getting her ADHD diagnosis.
"Sure, happy to." I grab the pen and paper and look at her. She rattles off the info quickly for the junkheap she somehow keeps running. For the color she insists I put down rainbow/multi since every door is a different color and none of them match the body.
"Great, thank you." The clerk says as I slide the paper back to him. He pauses again when I jump slightly. Someone decided to start squeezing her small hand again.
He carries on without a hitch, "The restaurant is closed for the night but it opens at eight in the morning for weekend brunch, served until three. We don't have a pool but we do have a fitness center open 24/7. It's busiest early morning but typically empty after midnight." That's kind of odd to me but maybe he's just on autopilot with the usual customer service speech.
He continues with a slight glance down at the slim hand moving in my pocket. "We have a nice enclosed courtyard down here with access to the street. Just use your key card to open the fence. We also have a rooftop terrace with a fairly nice view and comfortable lounge chairs and couches."
"Umm, thanks?" I say somewhat confused.
Crystal rolls her eyes and bonks her head against my arm before looking at the clerk. "Thank you for the excellent recommendations. They're very informative. This one," she points at me with her free hand, "can be a bit thick sometimes. And inexperienced." I almost can't believe she said that.
The clerk turns on his dazzling smile again, "You're welcome. I hope you thoroughly enjoy your stay." His eyes flick to the side to make sure his closest fellow employee is far enough away, "And sometimes men being a bit thick can be a nice thing." He subtly winks.
