The Hotel Terrace - Sex Stories

The Hotel Terrace

... wine for us”. Roger held out a chilled bottle of wine. “I thought it would be more fun to enjoy your company on the terrace of this room. I always tell my clients who stay here that it has a million-dollar view. And now that I see you here, I may need to double that amount”, he said with a grin.

I had no comment. I was dumbstruck to have Roger suddenly be in my hotel room, and me just wearing a robe. I Just did not know how to respond. So, I simply gave him my glass, and he knew to refill it. Roger eagerly took it from my hand and motioned for me to step towards the terrace door. He quickly poured a glass of wine for himself after he topped off my glass. I stood there as he poured, then he touched my shoulder and guided me to the outdoor terrace.

The view was even more spectacular from the outside than looking thru the glass from the room. The evening sunlight was angled and softening. We were high enough over the skyline that any traffic noise was barely noticeable. And the air seemed fresh and invigorating. Roger was right, this was a million-dollar view.

He motioned for me to sit in one of the plush loveseats. After I was seated, he sat beside me and set his wine glass on the glass top table nearby. He looked at me and just paused, as if trying to find the right words to re-assure me that all was well. He asked if I was able to get my medical business wrapped up, which I said yes. “Good, that will be a big load from your mind. Now you can just have a ...

... mini-vacation and enjoy yourself”.

From that moment on, we did not speak of why I had come to Dallas, or any mention of the family property I needed to sell.

He knew I was married, but that topic, or kids or family never came up. We chatted about life in general, and what we did for fun. And general philosophies of life, like how we have a very short time on earth and too many of us let our lives box us in.

Roger had spent time in Italy, as I had too. It is my favorite country to visit and this was a lovely topic that we both bonded together about. I love the art and sculptures. He is more into the Italian people and their lifestyles. They know how to work hard but still appreciate the food, wine, and have the right attitude.

What Roger was saying and the passionate way he spoke of Italy was the same way that I felt about it. Without knowing it, Roger just melted my heart. I leaned over, looked in his eyes, and kissed him. He met my lips with his own. We mashed our faces together in a totally unexpected embrace. It lasted several moments. I put down my wine glass and crawled closer to Roger as I passionately held his handsome face in both my hands and kissed again. We broke the connection and his lips began tracing an arc down my neck, to my chest. I lay back and relished his touch. The bath robe I was still wearing was open and his hand delicately found my breasts. He touched the underside of a breast with the back of his fingers, which sent a thrill thru my body. When he ...