This is strictly a work of fiction. The characters are all over 18. I hope you enjoy.
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My name is Jane Hartley, I am 5'1 110 lbs. This is a story of a mistake I made 4 years prior, and how I am paying for it now. There will be multiple parts to this story.
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Hearing the landing gear touching down at Hartsfield International Airport, I was back in the city I called home for almost 30 years.
After pulling up to the gate, I was gathering my things as the other passengers started deboarding the plane. After a short flight, I was here for a week long business trip. With my suitcases in tow, I made my way down to the shuttle area, my ride to the hotel.
Being a nurse for 10 years prior, I'd finally reached the summit 3 years ago, when I was promoted to Vice President of Nursing, meaning that, now, I was #4 on the totem pole. I was the last stop when it came to nurses, as they answered to me. Not having the business credentials of our top Executives, one might surmise, I was the CEO of our nursing staff.
Calling my husband, James, I let him know I had arrived. After a few minutes of talking, and my 3 year old telling me how gramma was going to take them to the park later, I told her I loved her, her sister, daddy and gramma, and to be a good girl. Ending the call, my shuttle had arrived.
Walking into the Ritz Carlton, I went to the check-in desk. Giving them all of my pertinent information, the lady confirmed the hospital system I worked for, and gave me my room key. Before leaving, the lady gave me a sealed envelope. With the concierge pushing his cart carrying my baggage, we made it up to my room. After putting my bags in my room, I tipped him and he left.
The room was a simple room, one king size bed, a nice bathroom, and 24-7 room service. Sitting on the bed, I said outloud, "My goodness, this bed will be getting quite the workout." The only issue I had, was the bed was a little too close to the main door, and with the little spacing at the bottom of it, people walking to their subsequent rooms, were in for quite the show. Unfortunately, my efforts to upgrade to a suite, that I would have graciously paid the difference, didn't bear fruit.
Opening the note, I read it's contents. "Be at the restaurant downstairs at 6:00. I'll already be at a table." With my anxiety level already going up, I took a nap, knowing I was in for a very, very long night.
Stepping out of the elevator, I looked around for the restaurant. People of all walks of life, enjoying a meal, laughing. There were other people here for the conference, from CEOs, to Vice Presidents, to VP of Nursing Operations, like myself. The servers were running around, bringing their patrons their orders. It was busy this Sunday night, as I know a couple of these people in a professional manner.
Being on the first day of my actual business trip, I had another order of business to tend to. Having moved, with my current husband, to Nashville, 3, years earlier, I knew THIS matter, would never go away.
Wearing a tighter fitting, leopard print pencil skirt, 4" black pointy toed pumps, and suntan colored, sheer to waist pantyhose, I began my walk to the restaurant inside the Ritz Carlton hotel. With my black shaul around my shoulders, I started my journey downstairs. Wishing he would have just let me leave my wedding ring in my room upstairs, I sighed, as I took a quick look in the mirror, making sure my hair was fine and my makeup wasnt outlandish.
Being that this was a real business trip, I didn't feel the shame of lying to my husband. I come to Atlanta every other week, usually Wednesday through Saturday, my excuse being, business. This week, was all week, though.
Looking at myself in the mirror outside the restaurant, and seeing this 38 year old, white woman and mother of 3 kids, two of them under 3 years of age, I entered the dimly lit foyer.
"Good evening ma'am," The host at the desk said, greeting my presence. "Are you a guest here?" He further probed, just doing his job.
"Yes," I answered, showing him my hotel key.
"Are you eating by yourself tonight ma'am?" again, posing the normal questions.
"I'm actually meeting someone here, he texted me about 30 minutes ago, saying he was already at a table," My nerves, already at an all time high.
Seeing him, I informed the host, and proceeded to the table. Standing at the edge, he looked up at me, surveying the beautiful MILF, obviously dressed for one thing.
"Always late, like normal," The indifference rekindling in his voice.
"I was talking to my daughters," I said. "Is this the look you wanted?" My shame was starting build.
Running his hand under my dress, along my inner thigh, he began feeling the lace of the sheer pantyhose adorning my legs. I reached my left hand down, hoping to stop further advancement.
"Curtis, Honey, not here... Please." My eyes were darting from left to right, wondering if the patrons could see the younger black male, who looked more like a rap mogul, than the young man who turned to the gang banger life, accosting me. "We can do all this when we get up to my room," I silently said, knowing my words had no authority.
"Sit down Mom, NOW!"
The authoritative, yet calm demeanor in his voice, from his 6'6 260 lb, 21 year old lungs, moved me to doing as I was told. As I sat next to him, my 5'1 110lb. frame, seemingly disappeared in the booth we sat at. The only saving grace was that our booth sat at the very back, where we had a lighter, less illuminated area.
Placing his hand on my left leg, my left hand joined his. Lightly, yet seductively, running my nails caressingly over his huge hand, he began sliding his fingers up my inner thigh.
"Why are we here Curtis?" I questioned, impatient with my words. Continuing, I added, "I'd like to get this over with, I have meetings tomorrow morning."
"Well I'm gonna be tappin' this a good portion of the night, so we're gonna need to get plenty of energy stored up. And besides, my fat ass is hungry," His fingers tracing the folds of my vagina, as he lustfully looked up and down my body.
"Honey, I'll be ok, let's just go up to the room and do our thing. As I said, I have meetings at 8am tomorrow," I pleadingly pointed out.
Just then a young man came up to our table.
"Good evening, my name is Ryan, and I'll be your server tonight. May I start you two off with a drink?" With a polite demeanor, I couldn't be rude to him.
"Gin and Tonic for me," I said, suddenly needing to calm my nerves. After Curtis ordered Pepsi, I politely stopped our server, "Make my drink a double instead." Nodding, he went about his business.
Curtis started our conversation reminding me of the mistake I made, 2 years earlier. "It's too bad you fucked up mom. We probably wouldn't be doing this, had you not decided to stay after the dinner we had, and gone up to your hotel room with that fat fuck. You knew I was watching, so I had to audio blackmail you outside your room."
"That was 2 years ago Curtis, I made a mistake. He slipped something in my drink, and next thing I knew, he was between my legs," I said, not wanting to remember that night.
"Well, you know James would dump your pathetic ass if he knew, and your career would be finished," He pointed out.
"Yes, I know. This is why I'd like for us to go upstairs and for you to do what you always do," resigned to this horrid fact.
"And what is that, Jane?" He quipped, knowing I hated answering that question, as well as him using my first name.
Put my hand over his, already unpliable hard on, I quietly said, "I want THIS fucking me through the mattress." I say, what I have to say, under the circumstances.
Now Curtis himself isn't, what one would call, an Adonis himself, as he isnt muscular. He's borderline fat, being an, otherwise, large man.
Finally, finding the proof he was looking for, to make sure I did what he told me to do, I let out a little whimper. "Ohhhh Curtis," His fingers located the opening I pushed into the gusset of my pantyhose, to give him easier access for later. "Baby please, wait until we get to our room. Then you can fuck my brains out. Ok?"
"That's what I thought you would say," He snickered, getting the exact response he was looking for.
