“Like crazy. I was over there a little while ago and they had a line.”
“But the mall isn’t even that crowded.”
“True, but this is a big mall and there are still plenty of people to fill up the hotel. They had a convention there to start with, so there weren’t that many rooms left in the first place.”
I contemplated my options for a moment and decided that it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Thanks for the heads up,” I told him, before heading back inside the mall. “I really appreciate it, um…” I eyed his name badge. “Thanks for your help, Victor.”
“You’re most welcome.”
I kept walking and he followed me.
“Do you have a name, miss?”
“Connie. Connie Wilkes.” I held out my hand to shake his. “Thanks again, Victor.”
With that, I picked up the pace so I could get to the hotel as quickly as possible. The thought of sitting on a bench, leaning to one side with drool falling out of my mouth was appalling.
I lucked out and got one of the last two rooms available. It was a suite, but you only live once, and it was fly as all get out. The entire hotel was slamming. I would have to recommend it to people from out of town from then on. I went back downstairs. The restaurant was packed and I wasn’t that hungry so I decided to have a drink in the lounge and then grab something to eat later.
Pickings were slim at the bar, not that I was trying to get my flirt on. I just wasn’t used to sitting at a bar alone. I always ventured out with friends or co-workers; never alone. It felt strange but, at the same time, it gave me some time to think.
Surprisingly, I found myself feeli
ng guilty about the way I’d treated that Victor fellow. He did seem awfully nice and it wasn’t his fault that his income for the year was probably less than what I made every month. Everyone is not meant to be successful and people measure success in different ways.
I finished my Blue Hawaiian and made my way back up to Room 1218. I plopped down on the king-sized feather bed and flicked on the television. There was no regular programming on the local stations; all of them were doing extensive coverage of the flood. Flat roofs were caving in on some of the stores and people were stuck on highways and side roads, trying to make it home safely. All I could think was thank heaven I wasn’t one of them.
I ran my fingers over my bracelet. “You better last me a long, long time,” I said aloud.
There was really nothing on cable. HBO was showing sports highlights and the movie on Lifetime was a repeat of one that I had seen before. I suddenly felt tired and decided to take a nap.
I took off my boots, jeans, and sweater and climbed under the soft comforter. It was always hard for me to take naps during the day. At least, without masturbating first. I started masturbating almost daily during high school and never stopped. I got back up just long enough to get a large bath towel from the bathroom so I could place it between my legs to cause friction on my clit. If I had known that I would be spending the night out, I would’ve come prepared with at least one of my smaller vibrators. They never fail.
Normally, the men I fantasized about when I was masturbating would be faceless, just dick and tongue. There would usually be two or three of them doing me at the same time. But this time it was strange. My lover had a face: Victor’s. His body was Victor’s body and his dick was Victor’s. I couldn’t help but wonder if Victor’s dick was as juicy as I imagined it to be.
As I rubbed my hardened nipples and gyrated my hips around the towel, I imagined him eating me out royally and then flipping me over so he could fuck me from behind. My fantasy about him was so good that I came within minutes and it was one hell of an orgasm.
I was lying there, catching my breath, when the loud ringing of the telephone startled me.
I picked it up on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Hello, Connie?”
I recognized the voice immediately and couldn’t believe it. “Victor?”
“Yes. I was just making sure you got checked in okay.”
“How did you get my room number?” I asked.
“I don’t have your room number. I just asked for you by name.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling like an idiot. Of course he didn’t know my room number. “Well, as you can see, I did get checked in. Thanks again for your help.”
He was silent for a moment before saying, “You’re welcome. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
“Hey, hold up!” I practically yelled into the phone.