The Hotel Room. (Part I)
The directions had been fairly well written out but she still didn't expect the hotel to loom up so quickly when she took that second left turn. A little startled, she drove to the parking garage where a sullen-faced woman grudgingly let her through. Driving up two levels, she parked her car in a well-lit area near the elevators and got out of the car. She brushed her hair, straightened her clothes, pulled up her white boots. Grabbing her purse and a change of clothes, she walked into the elevator and pressed the hotel lobby button. The doors slid closed and up she went.
Opening up onto the hotel lobby was a pleasant experience, for it was pretty and softly lit. She went to the front desk where a note had been left for her: opening it and reading it, she slipped it into her pocket and asked for the way to the 10th floor. A bellman who'd been bored and looking for something to do, jumped to her assistance and offered to escort her to the correct elevator. She thanked him with a smile and followed him.
He escorted her to an elevator a little ways off and slipped a special card in to gain access to the floor she was going to. Surprised, she watched as he nodded a good night and the elevator closed. She took a deep breath and exhaled as the elevator rose slowly to the top. She was going to meet someone in his hotel room for the first time.
She knocked gently and he opened the door with a smile. A little uncertain and feeling her way slowly, she smiled back and walked into the room and placed her things down on the little table in the corner. Unable to say anything yet, she parted the curtains and looked out onto the city lights. It almost looked like New York from up here.
He was standing there as she turned around and quietly, hungrily, asked for a kiss. She walked towards him and put her arms around his waist as he encircled her closely and kissed her. His tongue darted in and around her mouth as he greeted her. They'd made plans for dinner: he hadn't expected her to come up to his room.
She was a bit nervous, he could tell, and he did everything he could to help her feel more comfortable. She was acutely aware of the big bed in the room and her glance fell on it and looked away. "I'm not promising anything," she finally ventured to say to him, looking at him directly. "I know," he nodded. "I'm just glad you're here."
She looked over at him and saw a nicely built man wearing a blue sweater and blue jeans. "You look sexy,” she told him. He looked back at her and smiled. He thought she looked pretty good herself. A tall, shyly smiling BBW, she stood there in a pink-and-white top that kept sliding down her right shoulder. Blue jeans and white boots, a little sparkle on her eyes. She came up to about his shoulder. A good fit.
They decided to go to dinner. They had a shot first. Then they left the room and started walking down the hallway together. They stood in front of the elevator and pushed the button. The doors opened fairly quickly. She was aware of the bigness of his body as they stood close together. Male energy, she thought.
They passed a place that advertised itself as an Iris pub and he noticed her interest. "Would you like to go in there?" he asked her and she smiled happily and nodded. He laughed and offered her his arm and off they went in.
"Is that all it takes to make you happy?" he asked half-serious as they loped along.
She grinned. "That and sneakers," she replied. Crossing the street, he looked at her inquiringly. She tried to explain.
"Let's say you and I are taking a walk in the woods and you see one of my shoelaces come undone and you stop to tie it," she said. Suddenly shy, she turned her head and pretended to look for traffic. He absorbed her words for a moment.
"That's a lot to you?" he asked in all seriousness.
She nodded. "Very much."
They arrived at the front door to the pub and he took her hand in his as he opened the door with the other. So soft. His senses tingled as she walked past him and he stayed close by her as they found seats at the bar.