A Short Story - Hotel Meet Pt. 02

We stand composed at the reception desk. We both hide our sexual desire, though her hand tantalisingly strays over my lower back and bum.

Our drinks sit on the reception desk as the receptionist types on his keyboard.

"Maggie Ryder?" He says.

She looks over the desk as he hands her a card to sign confirming her address. "Would you like to upgrade your room; we have a premium available?"

Maggie turns to me, "Do you want to? I mean all we need is a bed, what else are we going to do?"

"I'm not bothered." I reply shrugging.

"No, it's literally for sex, thank you."

The receptionist cringes and I feel embarrassed. She's brazen and proud.

He hands us our key card, and we take our bags and glasses and head to the lift. We stand and wait, composing ourselves. Eventually the lift pings and the doors grind open. She stands aside for me to enter. We face the lobby as the doors shunt together.

We stand quiet. The lift jerks up, the atmosphere is thick. I imagine I can smell us. I'm melting, I'm turned on. I stand next to her as the lift climbs the floors. Eventually, it slows, the doors ping and slowly open. I exit and stand and wait. Maggie looks at the key card, and the numbers on the wall. I follow her.

Her trousers shine with the light. Her arse is round, I look forward to baring that in a minute. I want to smack it, lick it and kiss it. Dare I say, eat it.

She's tall and confident as she walks the corridors. We are silent, we don't talk. But the anticipation is unreal.

I look at her Nike trainers, and the black trousers, I wonder what she's like undressed. Her jacket is tight around her waist, the green polyester scrapes as she moves a rucksack over her shoulder, her beer in one hand the card in the other.

She gets to the door and turns to wait. Her white top looks like a T, possibly a vest. Her jaw is round and strong, her face plain, with a touch of pinkie gloss shining from her kissable lips.

"This is it, are you ready?"

"Too right."

"Once you enter, there's no getting out." She giggles.

"I know." I can't wait for her to open the door. I'm going to ravage her, to continue the kiss that began in the bar. We should have got the keys first. I found the lift ride excruciating, why I didn't leave my drink, that lift could've started us off.

The lock beeps and blinks. Maggie taps it again, green and then red. "Fuck." She complains.

"Tell me, you're joking. Is this the right door?" I take the card and check. A frustrated annoyance hits. My knickers are soaked, I wanted her to be in them.

She kisses me, and I hold her, not wanting to let go. "Take my drink, I'll be right back." She picks up her bag. "I'll be a minute." She kisses me again.

I watch her walk away; her arse moves nicely behind the stretched thin leather of her trousers. I sulk, annoyed and bereft of the delay that's been caused.

I stand and wait; I panic and look at my watch. Two minutes she's been what's taking her. I don't know whether to head down, but that'll look as though I don't trust her. If I wait, how long do I stand here waiting like a mug. I imagine her laughing at me for being a fool.

I sip my drink and put her glass on the floor. I wait, I look at my watch, five minutes now, I gulp down my wine.

My stomach turns, the damp in my pants feels cold. I pace in a circle annoyed. I don't know what to do. Eight minutes now. Surely, she'd be back. Maybe there's a queue? I should have gone with her.

I stand and wait, ten minutes. Someone walks past, a man in a suit pulling his case behind him. He smiles, and I return a disinterested look.

I don't know what to do, give up and leave, go to the lift or run down the fire escape. I could disappear, make her regret, or maybe we both left each other. But, if she hasn't left, and this is just the key. I'll live in regret.

Relief hits. I try to play cool as she rounds the corridor corner.