After the long drive, he walked into the hotel, mostly nervous from the traffic and a hard days work, but calming down some. The long drive had given him time to think maybe too much time, thoughts of things that could never be raced through his mind. Things he dared not speak aloud and he prayed that he did not talk in his sleep. Though for now he slept alone, that was not always the case. Everything thing about her made him ache deep inside. It had been forever since they'd last seen each other, would time have calmed their carnal instincts? He didn't know, but there was no time now to think about such things. He hadn't driven two hours to walk away now, even if he could.
She had told him to meet her in the lobby of her hotel. Even from that it sounded a little seedy. He approached the stairs, he felt drunk, almost as if in a dream world. He took one step at a time, slowly he thought, no reason for him to make a fool of himself, at least not yet. Observing the room, studying it, examining each face for the one woman he was looking for. By the top of the stairs he had closely taken note of every businessman, every "know-it-all" in the fancy yet over priced hotel. All bars seem to share one thing in common he thought as he smiled drunks.
Still nothing, she had said the main lobby, why had he turned into the bar he thought and he laughed again, thinking because I need a drink, maybe a quick one before I see her wouldn't hurt. Then he heard his name, like the sound of angels, he heard his name, and he turned quickly, almost to quickly to see a strange woman sitting in a little window alcove. The light reflecting off her hair was almost magical; âwowâ he thought to himself, if all else fails, this could be interesting. Then, as if you could hear the gears ticking in his head, she smiled softy, her eyes seemed to engulf him, her face which he had memorized and played back in his minds-eye a thousand times. Her hair was just below the shoulder, and rich darker red, the dress she wore was black, low cut in the front, and a split up the leg, he was sure if he followed it closely he would find heaven. That smile he thought, then it occurred to him how long he might have been standing there. It was a big change, he had always been parcel to blondes, and of course as all men it seems, long hair was a major plus. There was something about this though, it intrigued him, and made him think again about what he was doing. It was almost as if he were meeting a complete stranger. She asked him if heâd like a drink, she was having a drink so he thought why not, he looked for the bartender who had obviously left her station. He returned to his sit and they began to talk.
It had been along time since they had seen each other, over a year. They had emailed and talked on the phone for a few minutes but nothing more really. Yet, the picked up like they had they had never missed a beat. He loved that about her, she stirred so many emotions in him. She was beautiful, inside and out. He thought to himself, she will always be there, that made him a little more comfortable. He had had his share of one nightstands and even, though not to seem conceded; a few times where that was all the ladies wanted. Sometimes that was ok, but not now, he needed to be appreciated and made to laugh. Yes, he was in it for him, if it benefited her great, but he was looking out for number one.
She smiled and leaned towards him, âHow have you been?â she asked.
Trying to keep his eyes focused on hers without seeming too obvious where his eyes were really looking he replied, âFineâ and smiled.
His seemingly acceptable response to her question gave him time to look her in the eye and internally reprimand his eyes for wandering downward towards her perfect cleavage. The low cut dress left enough to the imagination to keep it running for a while, but even the most unobservant male couldnât help but notice the white lace bra, which concealed yet revealed her smooth skin and cut nicely across her bosom. They talked for a few moments, as he nervously looked around, at this point desperate for that drink. She had finished hers but he had yet begun to drink. He would need a considerable amount of alcohol this evening he thought to himself to remain calm and if all restraint failed he could, in theory blame at least some of it on the booze.
The table was small but workable, as they talked for a while, he tended to cross his legs in the more female tradition, he had given up on the, I am man hear me roar, conventional way of the âfigure fourâ and settled to what was comfortable. As he rearranged his legs she felt she would too. She turned to the side and as she lifted her leg to cross the other the split in the dress made itâs way clear exposing her finely shaped thigh. At this point he couldnât help but stare. Frozen in time the thoughts that ran through his mind, dropping to his knees and gently caressing and kissing the uncovered area. Moving his hand upward⌠He got the feeling someone was staring at him. Snapped back to reality a quick and well-timed joke covered the moment of silence. She had to know he thought to himself, she was doing this on purpose. She knew his desire for her; she knew his inner fantasies. She was teasing him, and doing so very well. He could hardly move and she knew it. Was it a mind game tonight? Was this the beginning of a torrid night of passion? Probably not, but remaining the semi gentleman he claimed to be and that his mother had raise, dinner would be the first manner of business, and it was something to keep his mind occupied. It would be almost impossible for him to daydream while walking down the city streets as they looked for a place to eat.
