Many thanks to bluefoxlady for her "help" with this story!
The small house was located to the side of one of the older rooms in town. It wasn't a house, really, as much as it was a large room with a fireplace, a couch, a wet bar, and a bathroom with a large shower and vanity.
James had been here before, and met some interesting people. The "Blue Room", they called the place. It was private, and only a select few had the key.
He returns today in hopes of seeing if there was anyone here – preferably of the female persuasion.
As he pops in, the room appears to be empty.
A pity
, he thinks to himself.
He goes over to the bar and grabs a couple of glasses, and sees what is available in the fine liqueur. Having a seat over by the couch, he notices it's a bit chilly in here, and decides to go light the fire. As he's getting the fire started, he notices the glass of Southern Comfort left by the previous inhabitants.
"Gotta talk to the maids about cleaning up in here," he thinks to himself as the fireplace starts to roar to life. He sits back on the couch, taking a sip of the drink he's poured himself, and ponders the situation.
Diane heard a noise in the Blue Room as she goes past, so she decides to pop in.
She recognized the gentleman sitting on the sofa, and called out to him as she came in.
"Hello James, could I have a large vodka and orange please?"
She goes over and slumps on sofa after a long, long tiring day.
"My apologies, dear, I didn't see you come in," he replies. He hops up to the bar and fixes her the vodka and orange.
"Dear me, you look like you've had one of those days," he says as he brings her the drink and sits back down next to her. "I find just sitting and relaxing in front of the fire helps a bit, don't you?"
"It certainly does, as does the vodie and good company, she tells him as she kicks off shoes and pops feet up on his lap hoping he won't mind. "What brings you here tonight?"
"Oh, a bit of a chill in the air, and the seeking of some solace with the right woman."
He idly caresses Diane's calves with his fingers. "One who's seeking solace from a long day as well."
"Oooh that is lovely. It is lovely to relax after a long, stressful day. Would your fingers mind working your magic on my shoulders too?"
"Of course," he replies, as he turns to face her. Her legs slide down off his lap as he motions her to turn around, and he slowly massages her shoulders.
"Ooh, you're tense, hon," he says as he works his fingers in to her shoulders and neck. He leans in as he massages her shoulders, whispering, "How does that feel?"
"Oohhhh." was her response. She relaxed under his soft touch and leans slightly closer to him, allowing his lips to brush her neck softly. "Please don't stop that is so nice"
He moans softly into Diane's neck.
