A Baby for Elise - Sex Stories

A Baby for Elise

... 'spring fling,' as she called it. It took some planning to find a weekent when Kathy, Christy, and I could get away at the same time with our work and f****y commitments, but we found time to get away in early May. We decided that Christy, Jennifer, and I would fly to Dallas together and meet Kathy for a weekend just for us girls. We arrived on Thursday, and things went well until Saturday night. We had all kept in touch, so there was no discomfort. We shopped and ate and drank together in the evenings and it was not as if almost twenty years had passed since we were in high school together. On Saturday night, we had a late supper and a couple drinks at the restaurant bar. We decided not to stay out late because Kathy had to fly back home early Sunday morning and, though we felt like girls again, we found we needed a little more sl**p after a night of partying than we needed when we were s*******n. So, we decided to have a few drinks at the hotel bar before turning in for the night. The hotel bar was a decent dance club, frequented by locals as well as guests. It wasn't empty, but it wasn't so crowded that you couldn't have fun, and we got a nice table between the bar and the dance floor. Jennifer thought we should buy rounds like guys do, and she bought the first round of cocktails. We drank them pretty quickly and decided I would buy the second. The waitress was a long time coming around, so I went to the bar to order. While I was waiting there for a bartender to finish ...

... mixing our drinks, someone came up and stood next to me to order. His cologne smelled good and I couldn't help but glance over at him. He was a tall black man and I guess he was in his mid-forties because he was grey in the temples even though he was fit. He saw me look at him so he smiled and said hi. I nodded in return. The bartenders brought our drinks at the same time. The black man saw that I couldn't take all four drinks at once and he said "Let me help you with those." "It's alright. I can get them." "You don't need to. Give me two. My name's Ellis." "I'm Lise." "Nice to meet you, Lise." Ellis smiled again and I couldn't help but smile in return. Ellis followed me to our table and helped me hand out the drinks. I thanked him for helping me and he asked if he could sit for a while. "I'm in town on business and don't have anyone to talk to," he said. Of course, we let him sit, since he had kindly helped me and he sat between Christy and me. Ellis was a handsome man. He was the sort of black man that is even attractive to girls who aren't attracted to black men, like Denzel Washington. He wore a pressed blue shirt with slacks and a sport coat, and his clothes and graying hair distinguished him. Ellis soon charmed my friends and his easy manner and conversation made him the center of attention at our table. As he spoke, he often moved his knee over to rest against mine. Our glasses started to run low and it was Christy's turn to buy a round, but Ellis insisted on buying the ...