My hands trembled with each clacking my shoes made across the lobby floor. “I should have changed,” I thought, but leaving from work was the only option. The elevator button light was mesmerizing while I rested so deep in my imagination, wondering what this would be like. The elevator door opening startled me out of my play-by-play and I appropriately pushed the button for floor 69.
Rapping on the door led to a soft invitation from a voice within. She requested that I hang the sign on the door knob, remove my coat and loud shoes, then sit.
My thoughts were moving so fast. I needed to feel the rush of a woman across my body and here I was, gripping the upholstery with my sweaty hands like it was a middle school dance.
She walked out of the bathroom and was not what I was expecting. I’m typically attracted to blondes and assumed, in my play-by-play, she would be blonde… but her hair was dark as the satin robe she wore. She was exotic.