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Keeping Her Job ... Part 2 ....
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Keeping Her Job ... Part 2 .... With that, Room Service knocks on the door... Dinner... I get up to answer the knocks but she steps in front of me. "No...I changed dinner plans and I ordered Room Service - This is MY treat to you" and, that said, walked to the door. Opening it, I could see the porter push the cart in, bumping the wall, as he was distracted by the exquisite creature that he was passing. The cart stopped - she asked for the bill - he presented it - and she walked to get her purse, placed on the floor next to her chair. She bent at the waist to pick up her purse and, with her very short dress, exposed the most beautiful ass. Realizing that she just flashed a hotel employee, she quickly straightened up, took several bills from her purse, paid for dinner and placed a couple of bills in the porter's hand. Escorting him to the door, she opens it, allows him to leave, closes it and proceeds to engage every lock visible. "Now, we can relax and have dinner". She explained that, since we would have had Italian food at the restaurant that I chose, she ordered "Italian" from Room Service: Spaghetti with sausages and meatballs for her - Lasagna for me. I rose to take the napkins and silverware from the cart and placed hers in front of her, mine at my place. Looking under the covers of the dishes, I identified her dinner and placed it in front of her - mine followed. "Oh...I ordered a bottle wine too...Probably under the cart in the cooler"...exactly right. The chilled wine and its accompanying glasses were placed in the middle of the table. "I'd love some now", she said as she watched the little drops of water run down the bottle. The wine was opened and both glasses filled. She and I worked together for several years with this Company so small talk over dinner was: how is your family..?? ..her divorce last year (her husband had a girlfriend - I can't figure out why looking at my dinner companion)...More chat than eating at times. At one point she picked up her fork, a small roll of spaghetti in tow, set it down quickly and said, "What was I thinking..?? I hope I don't get anything on this dress. I should have ordered something else". I offered my napkin to her to double her protection from errant flying sauce but she said "No, thanks any way". She excused herself from the table and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door. A few moments later, she comes around the corner with a bath towel wrapped around her - no dress to be seen above her cleavage or below the towel bottom. "I just can't take the chance. I hope you don't mind"... Who ME..? Sitting down again, her now-strapless towel outfit seemed quite small for her curvy figure, the towel tucked firmly in the front. She proceeds to eat and chat, me forgetting much about eating when your dinner companion is dressed only in a towel. The wine flowed, the discussions of business passed the time, she was becoming more relaxed and unwound. Finishing the bottle of wine into each of our glasses, she reached toward me and spilled my wine on the table, its river of red dripping off the edge and on to my khaki pants. "Oh, I'm so sorry" as she got up quickly grabbing my napkin. She ran to the bathroom, wetting the cloth napkin and returned, crouched beside my leg now blotched in red. "I hope this comes out", and with both hands wiped the napkin on the wine. Her haste, and sudden movement, loosened her secure towel, which now fell open, caught by her quickly under one arm only. Exposed were her luscious breasts, flat stomach, a red g-string, and long, tanned, high-heeled legs. She stopped, looked up at me, smiled, and continued to blot the wine on my pants leg. I couldn't take my eyes off her beauty. "Stand Up", she directed, and as I did she did too, her towel now in a small pile on the floor, her almost naked body standing before me. She reached for my belt, unbuckled it, unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. "These need to be soaked so the stain comes out". She squats down to help me untie my shoes and withdraw the pant legs. Looking forward, she was eye-level with the ever-growing hard on I was trying to hide. She looked up at me and smiled with an "Oooo" on her lips. My pants were extracted and she took them away to the bathroom, running water telling the story. Her return found me still standing in the same spot, with a considerable bulge showing, watching her approach in little more than a string, a tiny patch of gauze and stiletto heels. "Shall we finish dinner or just sit and relax..??" Speechless... So she took my hand and led me to my chair. "I'll clean this up so we can continue where we left off". I just sat and watched this magnificently stunning woman whisk away dinner with no concern for her lack of clothing. When she was done, she sat back in her chair, stretching her arms above her shoulders, her breasts rising and falling, and, with a smile, asked if I had enjoyed dinner. What other answer could one presume to admit than to say that was the best dinner ever with a pretty-much-naked companion. I said that my dinner guest was more than I could have ever imagined and that I really didn't remember much of the food. She stood, walked to my chair, bent forward and kissed my cheek. "Thank you. That was a lovely dinner. And I hope you liked my second dress", laughing and picking the towel up off the floor. She tossed the towel on the bed, sat on the edge, and asked if I wanted to discuss her losing her job. Staring at all of her, I mumbled that we still needed to have an in-depth discussion. She stood, walked behind my chair, bent forward, reached into my lap, and whispered in my ear, "I'll do anything to keep my job...". (To be Continued) |
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