Though I am only 25 there are very few things that stand out in my memory anymore. Though brief in its run, I've led an exceptionally busy life, and singling out specific moments in time is hard to do. But there is a very special night in my life that I will never forget. That's the night that I met Carry.
Now Carry is not exactly supermodel quality...but she is definitely attractive. I should say that Carry is a beautiful girl. Inside and out she is a gorgeous woman; about 5'5" brown hair, green eyes, beautiful smile, great tits and a spectacular ass. On top of all that she is a wonderful human being with a great sense of humor and a grasp of sarcasm that rivals my own. In all aspects this woman is perfect.
Anyone who has known me for even a day knows that I have been with a lot of women and you are probably asking why this one girl stands out more than others. Well the explanation is very simple.
You see, Carry and I met at work a few years back. We were good friends. We used to go to lunch together twice a week...talk about our relationships, nothing special. But strangely our friendship stayed in the office. We never exchanged numbers and never hung out away from work. When I would see her at the bars she would never acknowledge that I was there. It went on like this for years.
Until one day we had to fly to L.A. to give this big sales pitch to a potential client. Now this was a multi-billion dollar client, so the boss wanted his very best team on the pitch. Well that happened to be Carry and I. So 8 hours and two first class tickets later we arrived at Los Angeles International Airport.
When we walked into the pick-up area to get a cab to the hotel, there was this short stout little man about 40 years old holding a sign with our names on it. When we approached him he explained that his boss (our potential raise and promotion) had arranged for the car and had changed our reservations for two rooms at a Motel 6 to one Hilton suite.
Naturally we were shocked at the generosity of someone we had never met; and followed the little man with a sustained look of awe on our faces. After what seemed to be a decade of rush hour traffic on the freeway, we arrived at the front door to the Hilton. The driver gave us instructions on the reservation, told us that we had the room for 1 week and that any and all room service would be taken care of. We could only look at each other in amazement. The driver further explained that he would be here at 10 am on the dot and expected us to be waiting on the steps for his arrival. We acknowledged the driver and retrieved our luggage out of the trunk.
When we arrived at the front desk to retrieve our room key, we realized that the driver had said
one
suite for
one
week. We were only supposed to be there for two days. And further more, why had this man arranged for only one room with one bed? I pondered this situation all the way up to the room. That's when I forgot about the quandary all together. The elevator went straight to the room. When the doors to the elevator opened I could hardly breathe. The room itself was in immaculate condition, and was far more luxurious than I could have ever imagined. It was like something out of the Lives of the Rich and Famous.
The bed was big enough to fit not just us but at least three other people on it comfortably. There were three very expensive couches, two sofas and a love seat, which looked to be at least 100 years old; a beautiful mahogany table in the center of the couches, and a small round mahogany table next to the door with a basket for your keys. The bathroom was something out of a dream. There was a huge king sized tub that was like a small hot tub. The counters around the sink area were made of marble. The lighted mirrors took up one whole wall. This whole room was like a playground for sex. Too bad I wasn't going to get an opportunity to test it out.
We had made the silent mutual agreement that she would have the bedroom and I would sleep on the couch. No big deal, it wouldn't be the first couch I'd ever slept on. Though quite possibly the most comfortable.
While I was showering I couldn't help but get the feeling that someone was watching me through the semi clear shower curtain. But every time I looked towards the door there was no one there.
I finished showering and got dressed and got the couch set up for bed. Carry walked into the bathroom for her turn in the shower. While I was making up the couch I found myself overcome with the urge to go peek at Carry in the shower. Normally I would have done my best James Bond to get a glimpse of that perfect body...but something held me back. I think it may have been decency. Either way I went to bed instead of indulging my inner pervert.
In the morning we got up early, showered, dressed and ate and where downstairs waiting for the driver as instructed. He arrived right at 10 am just like he said he would. We drove to the other side of town to his employers' residence in the hills. It was impressive both in size and design. We were led into Mr. Wallace's office where we found a man of about 60 sitting in a leather chair that was about twice his size. We all shook hands and he asked us if the accommodations where to our liking.
Carry replied with a polite but brief, "Mr. Wallace, they are more than we need. We would have been fine at the Motel 6. But thank you for your generosity."
"And Mr. Colyer, was the couch comfortable enough for you?"
I was shocked by this question and wondered how he could have know that I slept on the couch. Unfortunately my mouth got a head of my thought process and out slipped a coy little, "How could you have known that I slept on the couch Mr. Wallace?"
His response caught me off guard more so than his question: