A Night Out With Rachel While on Business
I was standing in my hotel room wondering for the umpteenth time, what was I going to do this evening. Working away, staying in a hotel sounds glamorous but it can be so damn boring. Fiddling with my tie for what felt like the hundredth time. I was nervous. Was a making a mistake? Would I be ripped off. I had knots in my stomach, I couldn’t help thinking I was about to make a mistake, the biggest mistake of my life. The idea of spending another night alone in this city and huge hotel was impossible to countenance. I sighed and picked up my phone and began to flick through the escort websites I had bookmarked earlier. I found several that had caught my eye before, the Click here for full Escort list was still emblazoned on my mind, the images of the escorts on these sites were breath taking. I started to phone the numbers.
The first call was not answered. I then picked the second number and after a short delay, a sweet voice answered me. ‘Hello, darling. My name is Rachel. What pleasures can I provide you tonight?’ she responded. Her voice was sweet, sincere and confident. I felt an immediate hit of adrenaline. I mentioned I was a young single man staying away from home on a business trip. I asked her if she was able to come round and stay with me for the night. I was staying in the Hilton and looking for an all nighter. Hopefully we would be able to get out to a night club. She considered this for all of a second, and replied, YES. She had had a cancellation for this evening and knew some lively nightclubs. She would be with me in the hour.
Before I confirmed the appointment, I asked Rachel to tell me what she looked like, and what she was planning on wearing on her visit. She hesitated for almost a second, and then described herself as a stunning blonde with dazzling green eyes and a petite figure with a large bust. She continued to describe the red tight dress that fitted and clung to her curves. She said her blonde hair was natural and styled in loose waves that flowed down her neck and over her back. As she spoke, I felt an immediate feeling of excitement which travelled down to my manhood. I was about to ask her another question, she interrupted me. ‘I am only a short walk from your room. The guy who cancelled was near here, and only cancelled a few minutes ago, the bastard. I can be with you in the next few minutes.’ Her voice was husky and oozing sex. Please come, the sooner the better, then I can have more of you.
I immediately replied to Rachel in the affirmative. I said the earlier the better, and to hurry up. She laughed. In the background noise from her phone, I heard a voice announcing my floor number. Yes, she was already in the hotel, the cancellation must have been someone in this very same Hilton. I did not have to wait long, there was a knock on the door. I held my breath, sucked in my stomach, smoothed my hair and held open the door. There was Rachel. I was stunned by Rachel’s looks. She looked even more beautiful than the pictures I has seen of her on her website. She was more stunning than I imagined, and the way her red dress hugged her curves in all the right places made me feel intoxicated.
I invited Rachel in, and she glided into the room with an air of confidence that I found intoxicating. I suggested we enjoy a tipple, and she chose a glass of champagne. Despite her early appearance my bar was already stocked with drinks, and of course champagne chilling in an ice bucket. Yes, I had been a scout and was always prepared. I passed her the full champagne flute, our fingers touching for an instant. I felt a spark of static electricity jumping between us. This was going to a gorgeous and electrifying evening. We talked, we chatted, we discussed the rights and wrongs of the world, the recent elections and how the world was going to pot. My mind though was racing with thoughts of what could happen next.
I couldn’t no restrain myself anymore. I had to have her now. I put my drink down, unfinished, and moved closer to Rachel. She glanced up at me and smiled. Her eyes expressing desire and anticipation. I reached out, and took her glass from her hand, placing it beside mine. I moved closer, my heart thumping with anticipation. Rachel remained, she didn’t move away, instead, she came closer and leaned towards me. Her hot and moist lips were parting. I knew I had to kiss her. The kiss was sensationally hot and buzzing with electricity.
Rachel’s lips responded to mine, and the kiss deepened. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, as I wrapped mine around her waist, pulling her into me. The air was hot and filled with static. I could feel our passion beginning to burn. We kissed each other like we had been separated from each other for years. Our lips pressed together. Our tongues entwined. Our bodies bonded together. I could feel and hear her pulse booming in my ear, and I knew this was going to be the start of some serious emotional trouble. The room around us melted away, and all that mattered was the heat between us.
I picked Rachel up in my arms and took her over to the bed. She laughed and placed her arms around my neck and hugged. Her legs encircled my waist. I dropped her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her wanton eyes blazing with sexual desire. I moved over her and kissed her again and again. The kiss was delicate. Our bodies were now entwined, our hearts were beating together.
I started to undress Rachel. My hands fumbling with desire and anticipation. She softly moaned as her skin was revealed from under her cloths. Her eyes looked into mine. I kissed her again, and again. Slowly I removed her clothes, and then my own. Our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating together as one. The passion knew no bounds. I knew I was never going to let her go, this was the woman I had been searching for all my life. We made love holding onto each other in bliss.
After we had finished making love, we relaxed for a while and were now getting ready to hit the nightclubs. Rachel put on her beautiful red dress. I could not help but stare at her in wonderment and desire. We went on downstairs and hailed a taxi and hit the first club on our list.