The taxi pulled up to the white-faced hotel. Tabby looked out with a look of excitement on her face. This was going to be the best five days of her life. A holiday in Florida with her Dad, well not really with her Dad, he was here for a conference. Tabby had been offered the chance of coming along to sun herself on the beaches as a treat.
Soon they were standing in the hotel suite with their cases. It was beautiful, all Martha Stewart. A large king sized bed was in the bedroom and a frilly covered single bed was against the wall in the lounge. Cliff carried their cases through to the bedroom.
“Well, this looks great,” he said. “You should be comfortable here while I’m at the conference.”
“Dad, I intend getting as much sun as possible. Hopefully I won’t be spending much time in here,” the 18 year old said. “But you are right, it’s really nice.”
“Now honey, I have to go to the conference dinner in an hour or so, will you be ok here by yourself tonight?”
Sure, but you will be back later won’t you?” Tabby asked.
“Oh yeah, but it might be late, you know how these things go,” he laughed.
There was just enough time for a shower and a change of clothes for Cliff before he left. He gave Tabby a peck on the cheek before leaving by taxi.
The conference was being held at another hotel complex a few blocks away. Cliff had taken the taxi, as he was a little unsure of the way. It was the usual kind of function. The delegates milled around talking, drinking complementary glasses of wine and eating from trays of nibble food being guided around the floor by a swarm of young waitresses.
After his first glass of wine Cliff noticed a slim young waitress with long blond hair tied back with a frilly white lace hair band. Her long legs in the black stockings, below the standard black miniskirt impressed him greatly. Soon he found he couldn’t take his eyes off her lithe form. Her breasts seemed to heave against the flimsy white blouse. When she moved into certain light the blouse became almost transparent, revealing the lace camisole she wore beneath.
Cliff moved from group to group chatting with colleagues from all over the country. Some he hadn’t seen for a long time, but his concentration was taken with the young blond. She glanced in his direction just as his roving eyes had once more scanned her lovely shape. She gave a nervous smile in return and scuttled a way with her empty tray.
Once more Cliff excused himself from a boring colleague to follow the object of his desire. This time she had completely disappeared through one of the doors leading to the kitchen. He cursed under his breath. Nearby was the main drinks table. It’s rows of glasses being served by two men.
“I’ll have one of those,” Cliff said approaching the table.
“Certainly sir,” the waiter said, tipping the wine bottle to pour the clear liquid into the glass.
“Thank you,” Cliff said. “Um, by the way, would you know the name of one of the waitresses?”
“Sir?” the waiter asked puzzled.
“The tall blond girl,” he tried to think of a better description. “I think I know her from somewhere but I just can’t put a name to her.”
“Tall blond? We have a few waitresses that fit that description,” he said.
“Oh, sorry, I’ll have to wait till I see her again and ask.” Cliff smiled and turned a way from the table.
As he stood sipping on his wine, looking through the crowd for someone he recognised, the girl reappeared carrying a tray of delicately cut sandwiches. Again he watched her expertly weave through the crowd, stopping every now and then to have a sandwich picked from the silver tray.
He watched as she moved between the groups. His first reaction was to turn back to the bar and ask the man who had just served him, but he was busy now with another customer. The young girl glanced at Cliff; her face seemed to blush slightly as his eyes scanned her again.
That was not the only reaction, Cliff could feel a stirring in his pants. A feeling of lust passed through his veins. He didn’t stop it, nor did he move his eyes from the beautiful tall figure.
She walked around, her beautiful butt swaying in the short black dress; her long legs with the shiny black heels, making his cock grow harder. Gradually he worked himself closer to the young girl. She had noticed him and flashed him a shy smile as she slipped away into the crowd again.
Cliff lost sight of her for a moment. Then he spotted her. The tray was gone and she was standing near the large glass entrance doors, her hands crossed delicately in her lap. He moved toward her. Finally he was standing directly beside her. They exchanged a glance and smile. Just as he was about to make his move a bell tinkled and a silence fell on the crowd.
Near the front of the large room someone was about to make a speech. Everyone stood in respectful silence as a microphone buzzed into life. Then the speech began.
Cliff was totally distracted by now. He kept glancing at the waitress.
“What is your name?” he whispered across the small gap dividing them.
She looked nervously at him. “Karen,” was her reply.
“You have worked hard tonight Karen,” Cliff continued in a quiet whisper.
“Thank you,” came the crisp reply.
“My name is Cliff by the way,” he said. There was a long pause. “I think you are beautiful.”
Karen blushed, uncertain how to take this complement.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Cliff added.
“No, no, thank you,” Karen answered.
“Um…how can I say this…you make me feel so hot,” he said. “I am really turned on by you.”
The blonde didn’t know what to say. She stood staring straight ahead, but her feet shuffled nervously. A smile spread on her face.
