Storm Warning - Sex Stories

Storm Warning

"Jessica Rabbit!"

"What!? Where?" Michelle utters with a playful tone and a gesture as if she was scouting for rare wild-life.

"That's her name! That's who you remind me of in that dress."

"Oh! Why, thank you. She's pretty foxy."

"You and her both, babe!"

She looks absolutely stunning in that red, silky dress. It accentuates her features in all the right places, and oh wow, does she wear it well.

Walking in through the dimly lit hotel lobby, we both notice the complete absence of other guests on this late Saturday evening.

"Wow, this place really is deserted, huh? Must be the storm."

"Yeah. Heard they cancelled most inbound flights today... Michelle, wait!"

I grab her arm as we're passing by the entrance to the hotel bar.

"Night cap?" I ask, already knowing what her answer will be.

"I'd love one! I'm in a GT kinda mood."

The hotel is boutique-style, and the bar is no different. The perfect mix of classy, cool and kitsch. The room is fairly large, a square wooden bar counter surrounding the bar at one end, empty tables with comfortable arm chairs scattered around the room, and even a small dance floor with coloured lighting and a rather huge disco ball hovering above it. Nobody on the floor, nobody at the tables and nobody in the bar, except for the bartender.

"Look," Michelle blurts out in excitement, "they have a dance floor! We should go dancing more often. If nothing else just to get to see you in that sexy suit of yours, you ...

... handsome devil."

"Come on, we've been dancing all night! My feet are hurting here. No more dancing tonight." I steer us towards the bar, hoping drinks will be a sufficient diversion.

"Wow! Aren't you two a gorgeous couple?"

The bartender greets us with a huge smile as we approach the counter. She is younger than us, probably ten years younger than Michelle, slender and petite in every way, delicate features beautifully coupled with her dark, curly hair flowing like a waterfall down the sides of her pretty face. She's wearing the standard hotel uniform, a dark blue pencil skirt with a white collared shirt tucked neatly into it, the outline of her bra and her small breasts visible underneath the name tag saying "Anna".

"Welcome to the Heartline Hotel Bar. What can I get you?"

"Hi Anna. We'd like a couple of gin & tonics, with an extra splash of lemon, please," I say, turning my eyes to Michelle. I know we share that preference.

"Awww, you remember my name! That's so sweet."

My eyes return to the bartender, slightly baffled. "Erm, sorry?"

The bartender sends a cheeky wink towards Michelle before looking back at me. "I'm messing with you, mister," she says, causing Michelle to immediately crack up laughing.

"Oh, I like you!" she chuckles, motioning at Anna, who has started mixing our drinks.

"I'm sorry," Anna says with a sleek smile. "It's been the slowest evening here in, like, forever. No fun! You're my first customers in over an hour."

She places ...