Chapter 7: Finally Samantha
Alvin was packing for his four-day trip to Sydney. The thought of Samantha filled his mind. He could not wait to see her naked, to hear her moan with that accent. He packed up the new tuxedo carefully and reviewed the paper that that senor Alvarez gave him with all of the items needed to properly wear it. He arrived at the airport and was whisked through the check-in line. He knew all of the gate agents.
"Do you have a hot date in Australia?" one of them inquired.
"This is normally your flight yet you are traveling as a passenger. What gives?"
"Just meeting a friend for a few days of backpacking." He was given an empty seat in first class. He recognized one of the passengers, another regular. He had not been a passenger in first class for a long time. He texted Samantha before turning his phone to airplane mode. "On the plane now. See you in sixteen hours."
Upon arrival, he boarded a taxi to the hotel where the gala would be held and checked in. The desk attendant welcomed him by name. Samantha must have made all of the arrangements. All of that he would find out were part of her seduction planning.
The room he was shown was a suite with a large bedroom overlooking the Harbor, a living room with a bar. The room also had a huge bathroom with large glass-encased shower. There was also a small room with a counter and flower arrangement and a mirror with many lights which he guessed was a designated place for hair and makeup. The bed was a king with thick elegant sheets and pillows. Alvin was already thinking about ways he would make love to Samantha. However, he headed directly to the gym for a workout which he has only recently made daily on account of his budding relationship with Samantha.
There was another guy on one of the treadmills when he arrived. Alvin got on the second one, ran for thirty minutes and completed 4 and a half miles and finished soon after the first guy. They were both sweating profusely and started using the weight machines. "Are you a footbolla?" asked the other guy.
Alvin was not sure he understood the question due to the thick Australian accent. "Pardon me."
"Oy seed, ah you a fute-baller? I only ask because you look like a back."
Alvin got it. "No, but I played baseball in college in the states. I used to be in great shape but that was over ten years ago."
"Weel, you look like you are in great sheape nah. See you 'round," and he left.
He had not worn a tuxedo in a long time and had to refer to the notes he took when he picked it up from Mr. Alvarez. But he looked great, clean and crisp, strong and powerful. He consulted his watch and peered at the clock on the nightstand for the hundredth time. Samantha told him he would come up to his room to pick him up. The phone rang and he jumped.
"Hello."
"Are you ready?" came the sweetest voice. "I am in the lobby. What is the room number again?"
A knock at the door and Alvin's heartbeat rose and his palms started to sweat. He quickly wiped them off with a towel he grabbed from the bathroom before opening the door. In the doorway stood an angel.
Samantha had never looked better. She wore a tight white cocktail dress that ended above the knees. The dress left her shoulders bare with plenty of room for her sexy neck, hair pulled back into a pony tail, very clean. Alvin was weak-kneed. He had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.
"May I come in?"
"Of course."
"They gave you a great suite. I have been to dozens of events in this hotel; some of the meetings were in suites. This is a nice one." What she really wanted to say was, "I am wild for a man in a tux, a well-built man." Indeed, she had a thing for a man in a tuxedo, so clean and sharp. Samantha also liked men's hands if they were well-groomed. She took his left hand into her right and kissed the back. He was manicured perfectly. This made her tingle. She continued, out-loud, "Senior Alvarez does a great job. You look fantastic in that tux. That was certainly worth it."
It was Alvin's turn—and he was tongue-tied—a first. "Sam, you look absolutely delicious. Whatever they are serving for dessert would pale in comparison."
She slowly walked to face him. "I have seen the dessert menu and can find much better things to eat right here, right now." She leaned in. "I haven't applied my lip gloss yet, as I was hoping for a little pre-game."
"It took me a half-hour to get this monkey-suit on. What do you have in mind?"
Sam was holding her clutch in her left hand and draped it over his right shoulder, putting her right hand on his chest. She pulled him down gently, so he could meet her half-way. Their lips met first. Satisfying but their eyes were still opened. She took the lead by closing hers. He followed. Her mouth parted slightly which made him think that she was eager for love. He pushed his tongue past her lips. She let out the tinniest moan of approval and pressed the tip—only the tip—of her tongue to meet the tip of his. He tasted good so she slid her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues fondled each other and Alvin's pants got tight. She felt it and molded herself into him while reaching her right hand down his cummerbund to his ass. She squeezed it. Alvin felt a surge in his groin that he could not control. They were breathing into each other's mouths.
Alvin broke moment. "Do you not like it?" she asked.
"Like it... This is beyond my wildest fantasies, but..."
"But, what?"
