P.S. The actual dates of completion are located at the bottom of each story, so never mind the post dates. Listed in order written.
The Hilton
As you may or may not know, I love to travel . Sure I’ve been to some great places, near and far..but, I’ll always be a sucker for a simple weekend getaway to a nice hotel. We don’t have to leave the room! (Smile) I’ve been a lot of places..(Please don’t take that the wrong way : ) . And I’ll always be in love with a beautifully decorated environment. Cozy atmospheres, and I also enjoy the downtime of doing absolutely nothing once and a while. So yesterday I gave a girlfriend a ride to the Hertz’s rent a car in the Hilton by the airport. Okay, I absolutely hate driving down there, unless im catching a flight, but I’m feeling generous… so I offered to take her. Good thing, I would have missed out! So we arrive. The large oriental style vases and mirror like marble floors entertain your eyes as you wait for the concierge .The smell of Fresh cut flower’s sweeten the air, and everything is so Clean , like I like it. If you know me… I had to go explore this new place. So then my friend was given the key for her car and we parted ways. Back to the front desk I go . I believe his name was De….something, I can’t recall. But I do recall his good looks , and his cute boyish smile. I was attracted to him, and I wanted to get to know him better. So I asked him if it was possible for me to see a room. That was the beginning. Instead of taking the “patrons” I.D., and letting me explore the room on my own, he insisted that he escort me up himself , as I spot his glances down towards my low cut top. The room was located on the 12th floor. So the elevator ride was rather quick. Just long enough for us to exchange “that look” and curious eye contact, and for him to comment on that certain body part he was so “cleverly ” checking out in the lobby. So he opens the door. The View was surprisingly nice for L.A.X. . We were pointed away from the airport, so it was a wonderful view of the city moving and shaking beneath us. I walked over to the window to get a better view, when he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I smiled back at him and flirtingly replied no. He smiles again..more shyly this time. I guess he could see in my eyes that I’ve done this before, (flirting.. I mean, * smile*) I walk over to the bed and trace it’s white linen sheets with my fingertip. I told him that I practice massage , and commented on how good one would feel on the firm bed. He took his Que and laid face down on the bed like a good boy. Without my oils and my table, I had to improvise with dry touch techniques. There are not many long strokes with dry touch, it’s more pressure point and static movements. I began with his lower back. Then I slowly knuckled down past his already loosened leather belt. His legs started to tense up, as I began to massage his inner thighs . There was complete silence
except for his deep exhales , and relaxed rhythmic breathing….
I could tell he was quite excited about this whole situation at work….
( ask me the rest in person!)
