When we arrived at the seventeenth floor, Rachel grabbed my free hand and led me off the elevator. I carried our bag of desserts in the other hand.

I teased her and said, “You want me to close my eyes and act like I’m blindfolded now.”

She had me feeling like a curious woman. What was I about to get myself into? Could I trust her? Did I need to be on guard? Or should I have blind faith in her showing me a great time?

Rachel laughed at my suggestion and led me to room seventeen-twelve.

She said, “You don’t have to close your eyes…not yet, but it’ll be a good idea once I get you out of them clothes.”

I was getting hard with anticipation as she opened the door with her plastic key card. The room was nice, with comfortable furniture and a king-size bed. I had been in better show-off places, but it was still nice being Rachel’s guest.

I nodded my approval. “Nice room.”

“I like treating myself when I travel,” she told me.

“I see.”

No sooner was I inside the room facing her then she ran her left hand across my crotch.

“Mmm, I see somebody’s excited. That’s a good thing.”

She slid her hands around my waist and up my back, pulling herself close enough to kiss me on the lips.

“Mmm, this is gonna be good.”

“Are you sure?” I continued to tease her.

“I’m gonna make sure,” she answered.

She pulled off my jacket and went straight for the buttons on my shirt. She got my shirt open at the top, just enough to kiss my chest. Then she slid her hand back down to massage my hard dick.

“Looks like you know what you’re doing,” I told her.

“I’m not even started yet.”

She pushed me over to the bed and eased me down on it. “Don’t close your eyes. I want your eyes wide open for this,” she told me.

I chuckled and kept my eyes open. What did she plan to do to me?

I let her strip my clothes off before she stripped her own. And boy did she have a heart attack body. You talk about curves; Rachel had curves in places I didn’t know you could have curves, and it all looked extra soft on her.

Yeah, she’s gonna tear me up, I told myself. I laid across that king-size bed feeling like a sacrificial lamb. Then her cell phone went off in her purse. How ironic?

I smirked and asked her, “Are you gonna get that?”

She looked at me and answered, “Hell no. I ain’t Superwoman. So unless somebody wants me to fly out the window and save the world right this minute, which ain’t possible, then there’s nothing I can do for them right now.”

I laughed. I needed to think about that myself next time I ended up in a phone jam.

Rachel walked over to our bag of desserts and pulled out her slice of lemon meringue pie.