The Rendezvous - Sex Stories

The Rendezvous

... meet him? Can he live up to the fantasy you’d created in your mind? “What the hell’ you said aloud and dialed his number. “Hello” came the pleasant voice at the other end of the line. “Hey it’s me” you said hoping he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice. “Great!” he said. “I just got back and I’m trying to finish getting ready. Would you like to come up of just meet me in the lobby in about ten minutes?” You gulped, trying to think of what to say when you heard your own voice mutter “I’ll come up.” “Excellent’ he said automatically. “I’m in room 1204. See you in a few minutes.” and with that he hung up and you were left staring at your phone again. A few minutes later you found yourself staring at your reflection in the elevator doors. You thought to yourself that there was nothing here for him not to like. You now had nice large breasts, a gift from your pregnancy, firm tight lines, and beautiful blue eyes. You admired yourself back and forth wearing a simple low cut button up black sweater, a leather skirt stopping just short of you knee, and high black boots. ‘If nothing else’ you thought to yourself “at least I can flirt and turn on another man’. At this thought you started getting a bit angry thinking about your situation home but quickly put those thoughts out of your mind because you wanted this afternoon to be pleasant. The door to room 1204 was just a plain, nondescript, hotel room door. You reached up nervously and knocked three short raps on the door. “Just ...

... a sec” came the muffled voice from within. The door swung open and there he was. Not fat, not bald, much the way you remembered him from all those years ago but now more matured with a little gray at the temples and a little heavier than that skinny high school k**. Above all, you noticed the same smile in his eyes as he looked you in your eyes and smiled. There he was standing there in bare feet, jeans, a black t-shirt, grinning like a cat that had just caught a mouse. He grabbed you suddenly and gave you a huge bear hug like old times. “I’m so glad you could make it” he said as he released the hug. “Sorry I’m running late but I can’t seem to get this damn iron to work right” he said pointing to the ironing board across the room. “Come in and make yourself comfortable while I try and finish this up.” You step into the room noticing that he has a suite. The room you step into is actually a living area, with a small hallway with a bath to the left and then it opened into a much larger bedroom. He pointed to a nice chair and went back to ironing. You chit chatted about work, the k**s, and the weather as you sat there watching him struggle with an iron that quite obviously had a short in it and wouldn't stay on long enough to get hot. Giggling to yourself as you watch his growing frustration you once again heard yourself saying things that you hadn’t really thought of “Why don’t you just give up on that and we can eat here?” “Well” he said “The hotel does have a good restaurant ...