Yesterday I received a text from Roxy. She instructed me to meet her at The Palm's around 8:30. As I am on my way I call and ask what the plan is.. She says she is staying there for a few days and gives me her room number. She then adds - "Jethro, don't tell me you are dressed like a homeless guy. Security will never let you past the elevator checkpoint. If they give you a problem have them call me." Sure enough, when I arrived at the tower she was staying in, security wouldn't let me pass. I instruct them to call her room and a few minutes later I was on my way.
If a girl like Roxy, or any other girl for that matter, invites you to their hotel room. Well, most single, heterosexual white boys would assume a good time was on the menu. But Roxy has a way of messing with me. So at this point I am not really sure about things. As I am approaching her room, I notice the door is slightly ajar. I knock gently before sticking my head through the threshold and yelling -"Roxy, it's Rob. Where are you at?" There was brief silence and then I hear her sultry tone say, "I am in the bathroom Jethro. Close the door and come in."
It's times like these when I know there is a god. She was sitting in a full bubble bath with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and a bowl of fruit on the mantel next to the bath. As I am trying to gather myself, she says - "How's Jethro doing? Did you miss me?" The first thing I notice is her hair. Her beautiful, strawberry blond locks were tied in a bow on the top of her head. "Jethro," she says with an hint of excitement in her tone, "Some times I think I need to write instructions for you. Are you going to join me?" She then sticks her right leg out from under the sea of bubbles. I didn't need anymore prodding after that!
After a go-around or two in the bubble bath, we take things to the bedroom. I'm going to spare most of the details, but I will share one absolute - Roxy is the most sexually charged women I have ever been with. And it was different this time around. She was kind and attentive. Things weren't anywhere near as impersonal as our previous trysts. It was like having a real life girlfriend, but not really. Does that make sense?
I end up spending the night and it was blissful to say the least. Although, she did get upset with me once. Around 3:00 A.M. we decide to take a break and order room service. The concierge shows up with the food and she tells me to give him a ten dollar tip. I don't know why I opened my wallet. I knew there wasn't any money in it, but I wanted to play it off. "You know something, I forgot to put money in my wallet. I left it on my dresser at home," I say in a sheepish tone. A girl like Roxy isn't used to paying for anything. So when I told her that I forgot to bring money, she shook her head and said - "Jethro, you're so pathetic. You don't even have ten dollars to tip a guy. It is a good thing you are so adorable. I can promise you if that wasn't the case, your days of seeing this would be long gone," she then drops the chicken strip she was eating at the time, disrobes, jumps onto the bed and spreads her legs. "Chop-chop boy. I don't like waiting," she tells me as she is motioning me to her with her finger. "Yes Ma'am," was my reply. And the night got that much better.
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