The conference was extended at the last minute. I was almost on the plane when I heard. Luckily, the hotel still had my room available. To celebrate, a group of us planned an evening at a five-star restaurant. A gorgeous blonde that I eyed during the conference invited me. She was dressed in a black evening dress. I knew that I had put on something better than jeans and my latest Hawaiian shirt.
When I get back to my room, I notice that there isn’t any door knob. Just a hole where one should be. The lock mechanism still seems to be there and it catches on in the frame. I remember my camera and dash into the room. The luggage is turned out, but the camera is still there. I’m just missing my iPod. It’s not enough to concern me. The missing iPod and the presence of the $1500 camera only confuses me. I dive into the pile of clothes looking for something more five-star dining appropriate.
It’s impossible. I packed for a holiday and business casual meetings. While I am rooting around, she walks in. Black cocktail dress, blonde hair, and petite. I’m stunned. I was crushed, too. An apology stumbled out of my mouth. Not having the right clothes for the night meant that I lost a shot to chat her up. She seemed to understand that.
Before I knew it, she unzipped the dress. It fell to the floor. Her bra came off. She tied it around her head like blindfold. Slowly, she pulled me down the floor. We made out and crept our way across the carpet to the bed. At the edge of the bed we stood. I noticed that the bed was littered with another person’s stuff. I looked quickly around the room and saw a suitcase in the closet that wasn’t mine. On the bed is a diced credit card, some ID, and miscellaneous receipts and trash.
I didn’t care enough about who was sleeping in my bed. I just wanted to get the blonde into bed. The stuff gets swept to the floor and the blonde tossed to the sheets. We begin to fool around again. I roll her to her side so that I can enter her from behind. I am about to slip in….