Room Service...

She said she might be quite late if she came at all, so I of course was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the front desk to announce a visitor. Not really of course. I trolled the bar, looking for anything likely. Didn't see anything promising and found myself glancing towards the lobby often. I have to admit I had chosen my table in the bar for its view of her potential approach. Silly really. Like the Svengi (sp?) brothers waiting for their dates to come back from 'obtaining condoms from the park ranger at the Statue of Liberty...

I had even mentioned to the front desk that I was expecting a friend and that I was in the bar leaving my room number. I had zero on her. Didn't even get a name much less a number. She had no way to contact me except to show up at my hotel and call up to my room. Damn! I thought what if she calls first!

Back to the desk mentioning that they should page me in the bar if anyone calls for room 1234. Felt like an idiot. How late is late I wondered. I didn't dare scope out any of the nearby bars lest I miss her. Silly and not at all like me. She smelled really good though. Not a cologne or perfume. Something like a scented lotion or maybe a shampoo mingled with her. I wasn't positive I would recognize her with say a different hairstyle, but the scent was locked in. Funny how when it twangs that way it is indelible.

I finally gave up at 9:30 when the crowd thinned to just me and the bartender. (Not Ned, different town.) I plunked myself on the bed. I channel browsed, read the porno descriptions. Does anyone still order those in the age of the internet? I considered browsing something naughty online, but ended up settling for Telemundo. Highly under-rated channel. Great bodies, vivacious smiles, over the top expressions. Its quite entertaining. She wasn't Latina but had a Mediterranean feel to her look in the eyes. Maybe Italian, Greek, like that.

I eventually found I was drifting off, so I turned of the Spanish-speaking lovelies and turned in.  I had a vivid dream where she was furtively tap-tap-taping at my door dressed in just a trench coat and lingerie. (recurring fantasy of mine) She had just about given up when I realized someone WAS tapping on my door. The clock said 12:48. I leaped out of bed and stumbled to the door, grabbing my pants and putting them on like Sancho headed for the back door. I opened it and there she was. Dressed more or less like she was in the store, but carrying a large handbag.

Deer-in-the-headlights nervous. "Come in, Come in.." She smiled nervously and came in...

"I bet you didn't think I'd show.."

"Well I had no idea but I had hoped you would!"

She explained herself in a rush that I barely followed. I kept a smile on my face and nodded at what seemd the right moments. It seems that 'she never does this sort of thing' then amended to make it clear that she wasn't at all sure she was going to "you know.." I did indeed know.

I let her run. She was a little adrenaline fueled, explained she had stopped by to drop 'lunch' to her hubby's night-shift job. She thinks he knows she does it partly to see him partly to check up on him. He apparently needs checking up on...naughty boy. I'm not one to talk so I say nothing.

Apparently he got a little hands-y, she thinks sensing her 'feeling frisky' but of course not knowing what brought it on, then she remembered she had worn the stockings under her slacks, and was worried in their groping he'd notice...not sure she could explain it away as a surprise for him...

"Oh really? I said snapping a quick peek inside her wasitband... that earned me a slap on the wrist. Literally but figuratively too, it was a playful slap

"In a minute." she said. Minutes I could probably wait. Not much longer though.

She reached into her beach bag looking purse and pulled out a pair of black heels. Viewed from the back they would look like slightly thick stilettos, but from the side they were a little clunkier. My guess is it is her special occasion all purpose sexy heels. Kind of nice to be a special occasion, so for her I loved them.

"I had a vague idea of slipping these on, but I realized I have to get the pants off, and I am suddenly embarrassed. I can't see any graceful way to model this little outfit."


I held up a finger and led her to the bathroom. I grabbed the robe off the back of the door and handed it to her. "How about you change here...slip on the robe...come out and we'll talk a while and you'll either lose the robe, or you won't."

"Oh, you're good." she said. I was a little proud of myself.

She was in there a while...she came out smelling great still, but with a background of alcohol. Hairspray I think from the look of her freshened hair style. A little heavier on the eyeshadow. Definately longer lashes...she batted them at me. "Ok this is fun."

"Good, it should be." I said.

I flipped on the TV and of course it was on Telemundo. Some Mexican soap opera, high drama, over acting. Perfect. "You see? This here is SO not dramatic!"

She giggled and asked If I spoke Spanish. "Nope."  I said.

"Me neither" she said, but you can sort of get what they are saying.

"Think of it like pantomine."

Anyway we bantered like that a bit until she announced..."I'm ready."

"Oh?" I let her make a move. She was a skittish colt.

She moved with confidence towards the door and did a passable pirroette. She strode towards me until she was clearly in view and stopped. She undid the belt uncemermoniously and let it fall open. Black 'undershorts' withe red lacy trim came into view. She shrugged the robe to the floow and stood there, hands on hips.

She affected a runway walk towards me never flinching from eye-contact. I took it all in but held her gaze. she stopped turned, presented her really shapely backside for inspection and walked back towards the door. turning once again, she said. "I know you said you liked the purple, but I feel sexier in this."

"Oh I am by no means dissapointed..."

"I'm glad you like it." and she strolled back stopping at arms reach. I pulled her in close. She smelled even better up close and personal..lotion or maybe bodywash I think because it was so nicely noticeable on her neck under the scent of her hair.

Tag you are it...

Although I do find I look for the vulnerable like any predator, sometimes its just opening your mouth and seeing what happens. Just like sales. Follow up on more leads and you'll have more contacts, more contacts means more sales pitches, you pitch more you sell more.

I was standing behind a woman at a Walgreen's where I was picking up some forgotten sundries, a package of  razors, a comb, like that. I noticed her deep purple bra was showing in the back a little as the blouse scooped a little low. The tag was sticking up out of the blouse.

I put my hand gently on her shoulder and said "excuse me." As she started to turn, I said, "Wait, hold on like that," and tucked the tag under the band of her bra.

She turned around and said, Thanks!" with a minor blush I thought.

"No problem. I figured you hadn't intended to advertise your bra size!" I said with a grin.

"Oh, did you read it?" (I had of course, 34b, she was a little thing, I always like them on the elfin size.)

"Of course not, but I will say Victoria's Secret makes some quality lingerie....."

Now she did blush deeply. Determined not to be embarrassed into the losing hand in the conversation, she recovered quickly. "Yes, I like that I can get such a wide variety of undershorts to match my bras."

I thought 'undershorts' sounded odd somehow. "So are you telling me you are wearing purple undershorts?"

"Indeed."

"Purple panties happen to be my very favorite!" I exclaimed. "Wait, you aren't just teasing are you?'

"Well...." she drawled  "I am not just teasin' but teasin' is half the fun isn't it?"

I'm not usually at a loss for words, but I kind of got lost in reverie as I mentally stripped her down to her matchy-match bra and panty set. I added thigh high stockings and a pair of kinky heels. Yes, unlikely since she was wearing snug-fitting jeans and I could see her canvas tennis shoes, but one can dream.

I must have gotten that thousand yard stare because she waved a hand in front of my face, and said, "Hello, you still in there?"

I laughed and admitted more or less what I was visualizing. Including my embellishment of the stockings..she laughed at that. The clerk was trying to act like he wasn't paying any attention. It was her turn and he checked out her few items. I told her..."Wait! I need to get one more thing.." as she finished her payment and smiled in acknowledgment to the clerk. "I'll be just a minute," as I looked over my shoulder..she paused by the door and waited.

I hurried to the L'eggs section. (what happened to the giant Easter eggs they used to come in by the way?) I grabbed a pair of black stay-up thigh highs. I rushed to the counter and paid for my stuff.

In the light of the overhang, I handed her the stockings. "Here." You were wearing these in my imagination.

She busted out laughing. "You have SOME imagination!"

"Oh, you have no idea." I said..."Not sure how they would look with tennis shoes, but you interrupted me before I got around to imagining the shoes!" (A patent lie as I had clearly seen purple stiletto pumps in the same shade as the bra.)

She said, well I have an idea...and led me over to her car. Taurus or Sable I think. She opened the trunk having me hold her purchases. She rustled through the trunk and came up with a pair of heeled sandals in gold.

"Oh, that image is going to keep me company in my lonely hotel room tonight!"

"Just the image?" she flirted.."You weren't going to ask me to model the stockings?"

Wow...this was going better than expected..better than ever for an off-handed lay-up..

She got my information, hotel, room, etc...."It will be pretty late..is that OK?"

I told her I'll be pleased to see her when ever.