THE NOTE : Short note, long story. - Sex Stories

THE NOTE : Short note, long story.

... bedroom. I had no idea what would transpire or what to expect, so I just threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. I was going to go, I had made the decision, after all the ideas and possibilities, I just had to know where it would all lead. I sprayed on some fragrance and headed for the kitchen, I had to eat something before I left. I finished up what I had to eat and time was beginning to run short. It was already passed 7 and it would take me at least 30 minutes to get the hotel. I had no time left to waste, I left the dishes in the sink and fixed myself up with the finishing touches, I grabbed my keys, my phone and headed out the door. The anticipation and anxiety was already beginning to rise, I could feel it as I turned the key in the ignition, I took a breath and reassured myself of what I was about to do. "Room 401, Becky" the mental checklist was ticked, I was ready as I could be, as I took one more deep breath and drove out to the street. I was on my way.CHAPTER 3 : THE HOTEL I got to the hotel just before 8, the anxious anticipation had begun to peak as I parked the car. The place was well decorated and slightly fancy. Couldn't have been the cheapest place in the area, that was certain. The what ifs, started piling up before me as I got out of the car and my composure was starting to crumble. "I could still turn around, it's not too late" crossed my mind, though something inside me, just wouldn't let it happen. Step for step, I headed ...

... though the lobby to the elevator, passing businessmen, well dressed couples; I started feeling out of place as I waited, looking at the people around me, the higher class setting, I wasn't used to places like this. The elevator arrived, the doors opened, I straightened myself up and stepped inside nervously, ready to be transported to where ever this would take me, I pressed the button for the 4th floor. "No turning back now." I said to myself as the doors began to close behind me. I exited the elevator on the 4th floor, seeing the numbers lowering down the right of the corridor. I was doing the best I could to keep myself calm, though each step brought me closer to the nervous anticipation that I had felt earlier. Only now, each step also brought me closer to the possibilities I had imagined. As the numbers 401 came into view, the nerves hit with full f***e and I froze in front of the door. "Now or never" I said to myself, regaining my focus, "Now or never" I repeated once more and knocked on the door. I stood and waited, yet there was no answer. I knocked again, slightly harder and again waited, still there was no answer. I felt like a fool, I pulled out my phone, it was already ten past eight. As I was about to place my phone back in my pocket, it dawned on me, I had called her earlier and decided to call again, just in case. I leaned against the wall next to the door and redialed the number I had called her on, I put the phone to my ear. It rang and rang, yet there was no ...