(This story is the first of a series inspired by real life adventures – constructive criticism welcome)
Although not a word had been said between them apart from a few anonymous messages on the web, the knowing look on her face gave Paul confidence that of all the people on the crowded shopping street, she was his reason for being there. About 5’7 with brown hair, glasses & a lovely smile, she certainly looked like a fun afternoon. He discreetly pressed a key card into her waiting hand and whispered “Room 187” before turning on his heels & walking away to the hotel.
Back at the room, no doubt entered his mind that she’d be showing up to the door & he cracked a wry smile to himself at the thought of what what delights his willing victim would have in store.. Paul busied himself with the finishing touches for her arrival & no sooner had he made sure the straps at the corners of the bed were secure and that everything else required was in easy reach; a soft knock broke the silence.