The Hotel Terrace - Sex Stories

The Hotel Terrace

... long, lovely soak, occasionally sipping the wine.

Suddenly I got a text from Roger. He was just checking to see that I arrived safely and liked the room. I answered back “of course. I knew you’d have everything nicely arranged for me.” After I sent it, I felt embarrassed about the message. It could be interpreted as a come on. And that was not my intention.

Roger wrote back asking “Marla, did they leave that wine I told them to chill for you?”. I wrote, said yes, and it is delightful. He wrote back asking, ”How about some company to enjoy the wine with? “ I was stunned that he would ask that. He knew I was married. I paused a moment but then without thinking wrote “I would love some company”.

Roger texted back saying he was on his way….

I was not quite ready to give up my soak in the tub. I lay back and sipped more wine, and hoped Roger was not close by when he sent that text. I was in no hurry to get out. I assumed that he’d call from the lobby and we would meet downstairs. I lay back in the tub, caressed by the warm suds, hoping that what I brought to wear was appropriate to meet Roger in. Just then I heard a faint tap on the hotel room door. I was jolted by surprise, then assumed it must be HouseKeeping. They can come back later, so I ignored them. But then there was another knock and a muffled voice.

It sounded like the voice was calling my name. I did not want Housekeeping to come in while I was still in the tub, thinking the room was vacant, so I called ...

... out “Just a minute, please”. I spotted the hotel robe and loosely wrapped it around myself. I absentmindedly also grabbed the glass of wine that I was finishing. I answered the knock by opening the door. Suddenly I realized that it was not Housekeeping but a well-dressed man in a dark suit, smiling at me from the hallway.

“Roger? Is that you?” “Hello Marla! Oh, have I interrupted your bath? That is a great tub, isn’t it? Almost irresistible.” I was astonished that he was at the door and in my confusion, I stepped back from the door which then opened wider. I guess Roger assumed I meant for him to come in. He stepped in and extended his hand to greet me. I was holding the robe closed with my right hand and clutching the wine glass in the other.

When he extended his hand, I automatically reached for it to shake. That caused my robe to drape open, exposing my damp, naked body to Roger. He took my hand in his and delicately shook it. I was focused on his eyes and smile and did not have a free hand to close the robe until Roger let go. Well, that was an interesting way to give a first impression, I thought to myself, as I pulled the robe closed.

“Oh my, I am sorry to have interrupted you, Marla. I guess you were still in the tub when I knocked?” "Yes, but I was really finished. It was hard to tear myself away from the tub. It is so nice. I was about to get dressed to meet you downstairs, I thought.”

“Well, rather than bother with all that, I brought up another bottle of ...