Heart of the Dragon - Sex Stories

Heart of the Dragon

... in the lobby waiting for her. She stopped just as she stepped from the hallway into the lobby. She was medium height and build, with short dark hair. Her smile was infectious and I had to laugh. She was wearing very nice business clothes in the form of an elegant patterned blouse and stylish pants and heels. Over that she was wearing an incongruous Drexel Dragons zip-front sweat shirt. Her smile grew broader as she slowly spun so I could see the serpent-like dragon emblem on the back. Its head rested just below one shoulder and the tail extended down the opposite arm. As she finished the spin and walked toward me, I could see the dragon scale pattern printed on the lower parts of the front. "I knew you would make dragon scales look sexy!" I exclaimed. She blushed. "Hi John, I'm Debbie. Sweat shirts are not sexy!" "You should ask your web-cam buddy about that when that's all you’re wearing." Her eyes flared at the implication, but her smile was still going strong. "I've never heard of Drexel," I said. "Where is it located?" "They're in Philadelphia. I make travel plans for their Alumni Association and corporate sponsors. I've had this sweatshirt for several years, and this is the first time I have worn it for something other than public relations." "The next time you wear it, make sure you have clothes that match. I don't know the first thing about fashion, but that clashes." We both laughed. "So you must have a restaurant in mind- would you like to drive?" She smiled and ...

... stepped close enough to touch my arm. "I like a man that takes charge but doesn't have to be in control," she purred. "I don't have a car, so I hope you do. You can drive." I led her out to my economy rental, and she gave directions to a nearby restaurant. I vaguely remember ordering food and light drinks. I somewhat recall that the food was tasty, and the service was good. I could clearly give you every detail of the conversations we had. It was a bit like we were in our own chat room, with several conversations going on at the same time. She was interested in my writing, and why I chose to write erotica, and how I chose new ideas. She had been a travel coordinator for many years, and I was interested in the organizations she had worked for and the cities she had visited. She was interested in my travels and the countries I had visited. We both enjoyed the same kinds of movies, and we each had recommendations for the other to watch. All of those topics came and went as we enjoyed our meal and told stories. We also flirted a bit, but we were both having too much fun to take it seriously. We did argue a bit about paying the bill. In the end, she paid for the meal, and I paid the tip out of my pocket. When we got back to the hotel, she gave me her room number and asked me to bring my loaner web cam to her. I quickly retrieved it from my room. Her door was propped open, so I knocked lightly and let myself in. She was sitting at her computer and typing furiously while talking on her ...