“This is awesome!” Michele said excitedly, as we both walked toward the window. We were on the top floor of the JW, floor 12 of the building’s 21 stories, and trying to see the top of the tower at 108 stories from a block away practically required us to lay on the floor against the windows and look skyward. But a view of one of the tallest buildings in the world, was pretty cool.
“Ok, what’s first, shower, or dinner?” I asked playfully.
“You’re asking a pregnant girl if she wants to eat?” She retorted with a smirk.
“Dinner it is,” I started, “let’s unpack quickly and go eat.”
She nodded, gave me a quick kiss and we separated for a few moments to hang suits in closets and place bathroom things where they were needed. I put my empty bag away in the closet and waiting for Michele to finish as well.
“Let’s go!” She said excitedly from the doorway of our adjoining rooms, her eyes lit up bright as she did.
I didn’t need more encouragement and we headed downstairs to the restaurant. This was a work trip, and we still weren’t sure on all the attendees, so we needed to be on our best behavior. Or at least, ‘better work appropriate’ behavior. We didn’t hold hands on the way down the hallway, but while alone in the elevator, I did manage to pull her close and steal a brief kiss. Her soft lips were irresistible, and she giggled as I let her go, just before the door opened.
A busy lobby as guests arrived to check in themselves, likely many of them attending the conference that was to begin tomorrow in one of the ballrooms of this hotel, just upstairs. We made our way to their main restaurant. The head chef had been highly touted as one of the up and coming culinary wizards in Chicago.
The last time Michele and I had dined in a hotel restaurant, we ended up having sex with the hostess as well as the waiter by that hotel’s pool. I remembered how the waiter’s thick cock had stretched Michele’s pink folds, and how eager she’d been to devour the hostess as I’d entered that college girl’s ass.
Seeing how this hostess seated us, it did not seem that it would be a repeat performance. This girl had paid no attention to Michele, only me, and even then, the young brunette was ‘all-business’ and seated us at a table for two, over on one side of the restaurant. Away from many other guests that were already dining. Once seated she moved on quickly and unremarkably back to her stand near the entrance.
The booth was half a circle, Michele had been seated at on edge, and I sat on the other and scooted around to the back, or middle, as it were to sit next to her. This way two of our knees could touch but we both still looked as if we were just waiting for a third person to arrive.
The restaurant was dimly lit, only pendant lights over illuminated the tables. The lights from the ceiling were turned down low. Only specific lighting illuminated some artwork on the walls and dividers around the restaurant. The walls between tables were higher for privacy, but low enough for me to see across the room and note that there were not many tables occupying this end of the restaurant.
I looked over at my date for the evening already eyeing the menu like a famished lion. We hadn’t eaten anything since the snacks on the plane, and I too was hungry. Still in her pinstriped blouse that I’d opened a couple of times today, now barely concealing her heavy globes. Her flowing white skirt, that had earlier been hiked up to her hips as I tasted her sweet pussy in the parking garage, now slipped all the way down to her ankles. Those cute little feet in her white, strapped sandals.
It occurred to me that I still had her panties in my pocket. The same little white thong she’d removed on the airplane after I’d made her cum so hard she’d soaked them. I didn’t think she had time to put a new pair on in the room, which meant this beauty next to me, eyeing the menu, had her perfectly smooth pussy just underneath the thin fabric of her skirt. Just the thought of that made me throb again. Visions of picking her up and setting her on the table in front of me, spreading her legs wide and devouring her pink little pussy rushed through my head, an absurd thought, but a sexy one.
The waitress seemed to appear out of no where, someplace in the relative darkness not illuminated by our table light. Her white name tag stood out in stark contrast to her black pants and black button down shirt, it read “Cassandra”.
“I’ll be taking care of you,” she said confidently with an accent that clearly placed her from Texas, “what can we get started for you?”
“What appetizer gets here the fastest?” I responded smirking and look at Michele who giggled, knowing why I was asking. Her boobs jiggled on top of her pregnant belly whenever she did that, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Well, breadsticks are pretty fast, our calamari is pretty quick too….” She kept thinking.
I stopped her thought, “yes, both please. And when you get a chance, just two ice waters to drink.”