It’s 1 AM. You have had a couple of drinks at the bar in the hotel. A beautiful woman, has been eyeing you for a while now… at first, you thought you were mistaken… apparently not, as she is walking towards you right now… swaying her hips. She’s dressed in a knee length sheath dress, deep purple, sweetheart neckline that’s plunging tantalisingly deep, a black jacket’s wrapped on one arm and she’s carrying a Gucci purse. Snakeskin pumps and light makeup and soft waves of burgundy hair complete her striking looks. You’ve just had 2 drinks… you are not drunk… so she really must be a goddess.

She slides into the chair next to yours and smiles sweetly as she crosses her legs revealing a bit of smooth, firm thigh. It doesn’t go unnoticed. “You look like you could use some company. Mind if I share a drink with you?” “The pleasure’s all mine,” you reply. “Is this a business or a pleasure trip?” “Mostly business, but I might have to rethink now.”

You both order a couple of drinks and get talking. She uncannily gets you… not many women do. It is a pleasant surprise. A few drinks down and she seems to be slightly buzzed… she innocently places her hand on your thigh. You don’t make a move to displace her hand. You notice that she is leaning in much closer to you now, while she is talking… giving you a lovely eyeful of her cleavage. She takes her hand off your thigh and sips her drink and places her hand back on you… this time her fingers touch your crotch… she continues talking, blissfully ignorant. Her fingers aren’t still, she is stroking you. You try to relax but your cock’s waking up. You wanna grab her and move this to your room. Instead, you cover her hand with yours and move it away. “I would love to continue this conversation, but I am a little tired and this chair isn’t too comfortable. I should go to my room.”

“Oh… sure, maybe I can drop in after a while… I’d like to have a few more drinks though. What room are you in?”

“Suite 1630… maybe I’ll see you later then… good night.” “Good night.”

You walk back to the lift… slightly uncomfortable… trying to shake off the images in your head… especially the persistent one of her spread on your bed, the sheets crumbled around her, eyes sleepy and satisfied, arms tied to the bedpost…

You reach your room and make a beeline for the shower as soon as you enter. A cold shower later you still can’t shake that image. You know it is a bad idea but you pick up the phone and dial my number. You don’t know what you would say to me… maybe just relate the incident… or maybe nothing at all… or maybe just have phone sex. Unfortunately, my BBM isn’t working… nor is WhatsApp. You decide it was a stupid idea anyway and decide to just sleep it off.

You have barely slept when the doorbell rings. You really didn’t expect her to show up. This could be a bad thing. You pull on your t-shirt and look out through the peephole. It is her. You sigh and open the door. She’s changed into clingy jeans and a spaghetti strap top under a nice leather jacket. Her hairs up in a pony and she doesn’t look too drunk. She has a large tote. She stands there with that pretty smile, one arm on her hip.

“Aren’t you going to let us in?”

“Er…