Washington D.C. One Night Stand

The manager of the ABC TV station in Washington D.C.called me, asking if I had a job available in Dallas at my ABC station. I was informed that there was a experienced award winning journalist wanting to move to Dallas. Ellen texted me that her friend Jenny Doren wanted to move to Dallas. I told Ellen to contact Jenny and inform her I have a job for her, if she agrees to have a night stand with me. Jenny really can’t believe she is doing this. She shook her head as she swept past the doorman ushering her through the gleaming wood and glass doors at the Hay Adams Hotel. He tipped his hat and winked and she nodded, blushing but not able to make eye contact. She wondered if he knew. No, she thought, she is just letting her nerves get to her. Her eyes scanned the busy lobby and saw a sea of gray and white marble flooring, with gorgeous burgundy and gray plush area rugs placed strategically throughout the room. Dark gray leather loveseats with matching chairs were set out invitingly, creating cozy intimate places for guests to relax and talk or just take a moment to rest. She sees an empty chair to her right and headed over to it. She had her orders. Dress in tight mini-skirt, sexy top, thigh-highs and stilettos. Panties or thongs are ” optional”. Arrive, find a seat and wait for her name to be called. She glanced over at the long marbled check-in desk and is glad she is not waiting in that long line. Besides, then she might have to explain what she is doing here!

Hmm, she thought, what am I doing here? She smiles a little smile, shaking her head again, letting her long blonde hair fall across her face. Her fingers reach up to slide her hair back into place when she notices she had caught the eye of a very well-dressed older businessman. I’m looking at her legs, she realized and it sent a little thrill through her. Something overcame her- excitement?- and she pretended she hadn’t noticed me, but kept me in the corner of her vision. My features are chisled, she noted; gray hair with a touch of black at the temples, barely noticeable, but a little sexy, she thought. I’m wearing a black suit; obviously expensive, with a white shirt and a light blue silk tie. For a second she found herself wanting to tug on that knot. Shocked at that, she raised her gaze to me and realized I had known all along that she had seen me. My dark eyes are electric as I walk over to the love seat directly facing her, not pulling my eyes away for a second. As I got closer, she realized my eyes were a deep, dark green. She wanted to reach out and feel the short, dark stubble on my cheeks, but resisted. I sat down and MY eyes fell to her legs again. Heat rose in her face and she suddenly feels as she is on display for the entire lobby. She smiles again when she realized she can’t decide which scared her more: that others might be watching or that she feels a sense of power and actually hoped more men were watching.

Without thinking, she feels herself guided by instinct. She wants to see how this plays out, so she leans forward and slips her coat off, folding it next to her. Uncrossing her legs, she pretends to resit herself in the chair and tugged her tight black skirt up a couple of inches, showing the lacy edge of her thigh-highs. She crossed her legs again, knowing I watched her as she slowly slides her right hand from her knee to the hem of her skirt, sliding a finger under the edge and tracing the hem from the side of her leg to the front. She looks at me, letting her lashes cover her eyes and is pleased to see she has my attention. She wants to see if she has anyone else’s attention, but can’t look away. The fact that I’m breathing heavier aroused her like she has never felt before. She uncrossed her legs very, very slowly, letting her thighs part so that her skirt tugged higher. The cold air sliced through, catching her off guard for a moment. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the flimsy fabric of her top. She is cursing herself for wearing a bra. Before she can even think, she spread her legs further, giving me a front row view of her now very wet, pink and swollen pussy. She hears me gasp and sees the bulge in my pants before I can cover it with the magazine I found left on the love seat by another guest. She is so glad she hadn’t wore panties. Our gazes lock, she let her tongue slowly wet her lips, arching her back just a tiny bit so I got a chance to see just how hot she is for me. Her hard little nipples press out against the teal fabric.

I smile at her, my chest rising rapidly. I’m definitely enjoying her little show. She is too. She brought her gaze back to me. I look flushed and my eyes were darker, flashing with desire. I stood up, letting her see just how much I wanted her before gesturing with my head that she should follow me. She slides her legs back together and grabs her coat before standing up. As she follows me, she realized she had broken the rules; she had not waited for her name to be called, which meant she most likely wouldn’t be allowed to participate in the opportunity that had originally brought her to this luxurious hotel. But her passion wouldn’t allow her to not see this through. She would deal with the consequences later. She follows me as I strode to the elevator. She has the feeling that everyone waiting for an elevator knew what was happening, but she didn’t care.