Late Night Calls - Part 4/4 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 4/4

The next day my shift started in the early afternoon with attending a team meeting with the concierge and a few of the reception staff. I must admit, I had a difficult time concentrating on the topics of the meeting since the last night had been quite eventful. Louis had left us after a little nap, but Ruby had, thankfully, stayed over and helped me tidy up and change the bedding after we had truly soaked the linens. I had made her breakfast and she had explained to me in more detail what had happened between her, and Mr Jones the evening before. Thankfully she had left out the raunchier parts.

I was still on the fence but slowly warming to the idea of meeting Jones in a completely dark room. Ruby had suggested I shouldn’t talk too much since he knew my voice so well. And of course, I had the advantage in a dark room, even though I, too, had to acclimate to these circumstances. We both knew full well that the whole dark room idea was an absurd construct. Since Ruby already knew Jones, she could have just gone to his room and earned some easy money. She had seen the opportunity for me. To find out if reality could reach the picture my imagination had painted. Ruby seemed to have everything thought through. Perhaps I should just agree. Have my little fling and, as she said. Get it out of my system.

After the meeting the concierge and I stayed behind, finishing our coffee, and chatting a bit about recent events, inside and outside the hotel. I was sitting with my ...

... back to the door. Facing the big French windows of the bar and enjoying the warm afternoon sun on my face when I heard someone enter the room from the hallway on my left.

“Ah! Mr Nelson, the girl at the desk told me I would find you here. You told me about the library yesterday and that you would have a key if I needed one?”

I froze when I heard the voice.

Mr Jones. He sounded much livelier today. Ruby's -virtual- touch, I assumed.

Across from me, the concierge got up and I turned around in my seat.

Call it a reflex or old habits die hard, but as long as I still can see a little bit I will turn around and “look” even though looking and seeing are two very different things for me.

I could make out his shape a little more defined in the bright room and nodded politely.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jones, yes indeed I keep the key to the old library in my office. I will get it for you immediately. Miss O’Riordan and I were just about finished, anyway.”

When he mentioned me by name I again nodded toward the shadow, which had slightly shifted.

“OH! You are Miss O’Riordan! The beautiful voice from the telephone!” There was a subtle undertone in his voice. We shared a secret.

I blushed.

Getting up I extended my hand towards his general direction. Fabric rustled and a soft-skinned hand took mine and shook it firmly.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones.”

I smiled up at where I, vaguely, could make out the shapes of his face.

“The pleasure is all ...