“So you’ve said” she giggled. “Let’s grab a table. It would be more comfortable. It’s getting a little crowded up here.”
“Sure. What are you having?” he asked. “I’ll get you another and be right over.”
“Vodka and cranberry.”
Eric headed for the bar as she found them a table in the back corner of the room.
“Max…What the fuck!?”
“Look, I’ve seen it before. You two look like you were meant for each other. You just needed a little help. Here’s her drink, extra vodka…Now go! Enjoy your last night here. Twenty bucks says I’m right”
Eric shook his head as he grabbed the drink and headed for the table. “Just talk,” he told himself…”Just talk.”
“Here you go. It might be a little strong. I think Max is up to something.”
“I’m sure it’s fine” she said with a smile. The candle light from the table made her eyes sparkle and her freshly applied red lip gloss shine.
“So, what brings you here?” he asked as he sat down across from her.
“Business,” she replied and smiled coyly. “And you?”
“Business,” he said as he fidgeted nervously in his seat.
Minutes of small talk turned into hours. Eric glanced at his watch. It was after eleven. He couldn’t believe it was getting so late.
“In a hurry to go somewhere?” she asked as she rubbed her stocking covered foot up his leg.
Eric jumped slightly banging his knee off the underside of the table. He could feel his face redden with embarrassment.
“Well, I have a flight to catch in the morning and…”
“And what?” she interrupted as she took it a step further and began rubbing the bulge in his pants with her foot.
Eric jumped again. Looking down he noticed her perfect French pedicure peeking through her stockings. This cock strained against his pants ready to burst through the zipper.
“I…I…need to get some sleep,” he stammered.
“Sleep?! That’s what planes are for! Have another drink with me….Please!”
“I…I…I can’t. But it has been a pleasure talking to you.”
Eric tried to hide the bulge in his pants as he headed to the bar to one again settle his bill. “Fuck you Max. See you next year,” he said as he threw a twenty on the bar.
“Trust me Eric!” Max said with a laughed as he picked up the money. “I know what I’m doin’. Double or nothing if I’m wrong!? Looks like she’s done a number on you already!”
Eric could only shake his head as he left the bar and headed for the lobby. The elevator doors opened as he approached. “Eric!” he heard someone call. He knew it was her. He had to get away before it went any further. He quickly entered the elevator and hit the close door button. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed. He closed his eyes. He could still smell her perfume. He could still see her beautiful face. The image of her stocking covered foot massaging his cock through his pants was burned in his mind. The ‘ding’ of the elevator brought him back to reality. He headed down the hall anxious to get to his room and get this night behind him. As he approached is room, he reached in his pocket for his key, but it was gone. “Fuck!” he murmured. “Well, looks like I’m headed back down.”
The elevator reached the lobby. Eric held his breath as the door opened and cautious peered around. She was gone. He headed for the front desk hoping to get a new key and make a quick escape back to his room, but there was no one there. He rang the bell and anxiously scanned the lobby. “Fuck! Where are you?” he murmured as he strained to see behind the counter. The front desk clerk was nowhere to be seen. He rang the bell a second time and again scanned the lobby.
“Can I help you?” the clerk asked.
“Fuck! Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!” he said as he whorled around.
“Sorry sir. Is there something I can help you with?”