We just make it, and we run inside the lobby. Inside, we shake the rain from our hair. The conservative hotel is dark and cozy. It is also extremely classy. As a gentleman in uniform walks over, I tilt my head quickly. I also give him a serious look.
“Sir.”
He eyes us, unsure what our business is.
The girl with me slows, hesitant, but I walk confidently to the receptionist. “Good evening. What rooms do you have available?” The receptionist looks me up and down. “Rooms!” I command firmly. I am wet, and I have no time to waste.
She looks down to the computer and raises a brow arrogantly. “Sir, we are fully booked, we only, well, you wouldn’t want to…”
“Speak?”
“We have a suite on the roof, but it is five thousand a night.”
I hand her one of my cards. “I’ll take it.”
“But, Sir…”
“And we need two hot coffees, a bottle of… Veuve Clique champagne, and a bottle of Macallan Sherry Oak 18.”
A gentleman near the receptionist leans in. “Sir, that whisky will be over five hundred alone.”
My hot, wet stranger walks closer, shivering.
“Correct. Now, we are cold. Process the card.”
The receptionist spins a form, and I start to fill it out. She handles my card, checks the document, and slides me a room card. “There we are, Mr. King.”
The suite is classy,and it reminds me of my favorite in the Waldorf Astoria in NYC. It is, above all, warm, and we are safe.
The wet stranger and I remove our clothes, and I turn on the shower. The girl is smart, and she heads straight for it, disappearing into the steam.
There is a knock at the door, and I yank a white robe over my toned body. A trolley with hot coffees, champagne, whisky, ice, and chocolates is wheeled in, and I sign for it.
After letting the man out, I notice the bathroom door is wide open. Disrobing, I wheel the fancy trolley in. My cock is thickening again, and I stand next to the huge open shower.
“The bar is officially open. What would Madam like?”
Samantha leans out and giggles. “A glass of both, but whisky first to warm.”
Nodding, I realize I like her style.
After pouring small glasses of whisky and champagne, I push the trolley around the glass shower side.
With the wide glass door open, we have the bar just outside the shower. Taking both whiskies, I step into the large marble shower stall. The hot stranger takes one, and we sip. We warm as we admire each other’s bodies.
“So, is this half-time?” she asks.
“Something like that,” I say, my voice getting husky.
“Good,” she says, her eyes twinkling over the crystal.
She steps forward, and I wrap a hand around her neck. I pull her to my mouth and start to devour her.
After a long showerand me washing every inch of her, we dry off.
I then take her face in my hands and hold it. I make love to her mouth, and I plunder it with my hungry, strong tongue. She moans, and I lift her up.
I carry her now warm, dry body to the four-poster bed. After laying her down, I run my dark eyes over every inch of her. I finish on her perfect, glistening folds before returning to those memorable big brown eyes.
