Miranda Kim - Sex Stories

Miranda Kim

... number. You're a mature man and you act like a high school boy with raging hormones. You try to fuck every woman you come across!”

“Every woman is special to me. If anyone is starved for love, it's me.”

“My heart breaks for you.”

“Oscar Wilde said that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”

“I'm not trying to be funny,” I snapped.

We entered the lobby of the airport Hilton and Jack led the way to the elevators. He pushed the button for the top floor. Once there, he led the way to the corner suite. It had a brass plate on the door that read ‘Regal Suite’.

“Who's paying for this?” I asked.

“I've got a gold membership in the Hilton Club. I almost always get an upgrade.”

We entered. There was a large sitting room with ornate furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto the airport runways. There was a silver bucket with a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne and a tray of nuts, olives, and gherkins. Jack popped the cork, poured out two glasses, and handed one to me without a word.

“No...” I began.

“Just to toast. To our snowy reunion in my hotel upgrade.”

“Okay,” I said reluctantly.

We clinked glasses and I took a sip. I was about to put the glass down when ...

... my phone rang again. It was Stan.

“Shit,” I said.

I chugged the glass, ignoring Jack's expostulation, “Hey! That's expensive champagne!”

“Hi, Stan,” I said, slurring badly now.

“Miranda! How much have you had to drink?”

“Probably too mush, I mean mush, I mean mush much,” I said and giggled. “I've been a bad girl.”

“Are you with John Grierson?” he asked.

“John? Oh, you mean Jack. I always forget his official name is John." I clicked my tongue. "No, I told you I was just saying goodbye to him. I'm alone. I'm goin’ to shleep now in an airport chair ...”

“Miranda! Stop drinking! I mean, like right now!”

“Okay, sir!” I said in a mock subservient tone.

“Miranda!” Stan was pleading now. “You sound very drunk! I hope you really did say goodbye to Grierson. Don't do something you will regret.”

“No, sir,” I said. “No more drinks!”

“Oh, good, good,” said Stan, relief plain in his voice. “Just keep talking to me. As long as you like.”

I looked at Jack and giggled again. Jack came up to me and began unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of my translucent white blouse.

“No!” I said to him in a loud whisper, catching one of his wrists with my free hand. I slowed him but...