The hotel clerk watched her from behind the desk, the middle aged woman seated quietly on the couch in the lobby. She was obviously waiting for someone. His eyes swept over her again, taking in her figure in the elegant red dress, hair falling softly over her bare shoulders, a simple strand of pearls nestled around her neck, her face subtly made up, sweeping down to the legs beneath it ending in those marvelous black heels. Her long fingers rested on her lap, tapered fingers polished a nice dark red. He glanced at her feet again, not surprised when he saw the little glints of red on her toes.
His cock was making its presence felt as his thoughts turned to what it would be like to feel her beneath him, those luscious breasts moving against his chest as he drove himself into her. He could almost feel the softness of her lips....and the wetness of her pussy.
But as he continued to watch her, he noticed the little things...her foot jiggling at times, her fingers twitching. She's nervous, he thought. Boy, would he like to calm those nerves, perhaps with a nice glass of wine, some soft music...and then...
"Are you ever going to check me in???" the guest asked at the desk. Jolted back to reality, the clerk carefully tucked away the image of the woman, keeping them on reserve for later.
And Serissa was nervous. 'What if he doesn't like me?' she was thinking. 'What if we just don't hit it off?'
'Oh hush, Seri,' she told herself, 'you have been waiting for this moment for months.'
She looked up every time someone entered the hotel. People in suits coming and going for business, families coming through on vacation, the bellhops carrying bags. Occasionally someone would smile at her and she would smile back. 'Boy, I hope I recognize him,' she said to herself.
Then the world stopped as Sam walked in. She watched him cross the lobby toward the desk, willing him to see her, wanting him to keep on going. He stopped and turned, just as she stood up, their eyes locking. Someplace in the middle they met, her hands moving to his face, just touching, checking to make sure he was real.
"Is that you sweetness?" she breathed.
"Hey baby girl," he said. "It's me. You made it."
"I wouldn't have missed this...we've waited too long."
They stood silently, just looking at each other. Then they both kind of chuckled. "I don't know what to say," she said. "I can't believe we're really here together."
"Well, let's check in...I'm sure we'll think of something," Sam said. "We always seem to have plenty to say. Where is your bag?"
"Oh, the bellhop has it. And yes, let's check in."
Sam walked over to the desk to register, while Seri stood back and watched. Sexy buns, she would tease him, and she was glad to see that she was right.
Sam came back with the key and her bag in hand. "Ready, hun?"
"Always."
They rode up in the elevator quietly. Then both started talking at once.
"How was your trip?"
