One Glass Too Many - Sex Stories

One Glass Too Many

... leave. As she walked out, she looked back at him and said, “Where’d you find this one? She’s tasty.” “Out,” he said with a small smile. “See you next time.” I began to get dressed and I reached for my phone. To my horror, I realized that I had five missed calls and three voice mails, all from Tom. I realized he had been downstairs for at least forty-five minutes. I finished getting dressed while he wrote a note on the stationary. I started to make my exit when he walked over to me, pushed his card into my hand and said, “Show this to the concierge. He’ll take care of everything you need.” “Why me,” I asked. “You looked like you needed it,” he said. “Goodbye.” He didn't know how right he was. It was wonderful living that life, if only for a little while. I got on the elevator and went back down to Tom and my life.