How do you approach a man you don’t know and ask him to have sex?
Hailey watched him move across the lobby of the hotel from her perch curled up in an overstuffed arm chair in the corner. He was wearing a gray suit with a bright blue shirt and gray tie. It was the same suit he had been wearing when she had noticed him this afternoon when she checked into the hotel. She hadn’t been able to keep her eyes from following him as she signed in. Tall, bronzed skin, bald head, and a stride like a jungle predator when he walked; he had drawn her attention and made her feel urges that weren’t normal to have while haggling for a nonsmoking room after her original reservations had been accidentally cancelled by her new secretary. Stressed—definitely, mad—absolutely, but horny—well that was a new one.
Now at 2am she still couldn’t get the mystery man out of her head. She had hoped that he would be attending the same conference as she, but she hadn’t seen him at the opening night ceremonies. She had, however spent the long two hours of drawn out introductions and generic business fantasizing about the golden man with the perfect shaped bald head. She had focused so intently on her subject and her assessment of him naked that when the crowd got up to applaud someone’s speech she envisioned them cheering for her as she concluded her sexual escapade. Her blush was bright when she stood and cheered with the others, looking around to see if anyone had noticed her passionate response.
She couldn’t sleep. She had to speak the next day, and needed rest, but there was just too much….tension. After pacing the room, flipping through the free cable, and locating the ice machine; she decided to find the all night coffee bar in the lobby.
Now there she was, a styrophome cup in hand, curled into a large wingback people watching. She picked the chair because of the large plant that concealed her mostly from view. She had padded down to the lobby bare foot in her green silk pajama pants and matching lace camisole top. The top was thin and slinky, making her dark nipples practically visible as her large breasts strained against the edges of the lacy material, which by consequence caused the material to leave her midsection bare. She had picked up her button up dress sweater as an afterthought and draped it over the flimsy material. However without a bra it didn’t help, but seemed to add to the redirection of eyes from her face to her breasts. The night bell hop had ogled her openly his Adams apple bobbling as he held open the elevator door for no reason she could see. His assessment of her front was only matched by the assessment of her rounded ass accentuated by the silk material as she slipped by him.
It had been worth it. The bell hop, now behind the desk with one hand mysteriously under the desk…naughty boy, and the luke warm coffee that she drank anyway were all okay because he was there. His jacket draped over one arm, his tie loosened, and lucky day he was coming towards the coffee pot. It was time for a refill.
She stood behind him for a moment, admiring the way his arms seem to roll under his dress shirt, and the way his dress pants hang perfect off of his ass. Not many men could make a pair of dress pants look that perfect from the rear, she mused. He smelled good too, something spicy and unfamiliar but arousing. When he turned he smiled at her.
Hailey straightened her shoulders, making her breasts push out against the open sweater and small top. She touched her black curly hair that was pulled up with chopsticks out of her nervousness, and bit her full bottom lip. “Hi,” she tested her voice as she met his gaze.
He stood a good foot above her, and when looking down had an open aerial view of her form in pj’s. “Hello,” he drawled out as he studied her. His voice was deep and clear.
Hailey looked at his hands wrapped around the cup, they were large. She imagined how they would feel cupping her breasts and felt her nipples grow hard in response to her wandering mind. She shrugged her shoulders, “getting one more,” she held up her coffee cup for him to view, “can’t sleep,” she offered in explanation.
He watched her from head to toe then smiled. “Hmm mmm, then you may want to try the herbal tea instead, to get some sleep.”
Hailey pressed her lips together then smiled again, her full lips soft and wet; she long lashes sweeping up to his direction. “Yeah, well I’m more edgy, nervous about the seminar I’m teaching tomorrow…tense, you know? Coffee calms me a little.” She was babbling. How did one go about these things? She had a feeling that this was not the way. For her next step she brushed her body against his closely as he moved around him to the coffee pot.
“Sounds like you need to unwind,” his voice came close to the back of her ear. His body warming her backside like a fire, her body tingled again, and she knew without a doubt that her nipples were rock hard and completely pressed out against her top by now. He reached for the creamer, his bronzed hand brushing her shoulder on the way in, and her neck on the way back. “Being that tense is never healthy.”
