January 23, 1964
It’s a cold night in New York city. the snow is just settling down. My hands are freezing as I enter the hotel building. I just came back from a two-hour meeting about some bullshit thing that nobody cares about. The only thing I wanted to do was go to bed but i decide to go to the bar and drink a glass of scotch “that’s a great way to end a day I thought”.
As I enter the bar i notice a beautiful woman wearing a red silky dress drinking a Martine. I decided to sit next to her. “one glass of scotch, sir “I tell the bartender cleaning the bar table “okay, coming up” he answered back. I notice the beautiful woman give me a glance and I decide to look her right in the eyes and tell her if she wanted a refill “yes” she answered like it was a routine question. I look at her face as the bartender fills her glass. “I am john, you?” “Elle” she answered back. She hands me a key with a number on it, “402”. It’s a key from one of the rooms in the hotel.
She stands up and glances at me as she leads the way to the elevator. The door opens, its empty. We enter the elevator and press the button to her floor. it was silent as went higher and higher, I glance at her and notice her hand lowering and reaching for her panties. she starts talking them off slowly as she looks at me straight in the eyes and gives it to me. it was a lace underwear and it was wet. I decided to take a sniff, it smelled just like her.