One weekend I had to go to another city for a work thing. They put me up in a nice hotel that was more of a suite. The second night there, I invited a guy over that I had met at the work thing that I had done that day. He seemed nice and besides he was gorgeous. I took my time getting ready and was finishing my makeup when he arrived.
I heard a knock on my door, and I took my time answering it… best not to look too interested. Opening the door, I noticed he had some takeout in his hands. He told me he thought it was easier than trying to cook or find somewhere to go… Looks like he is just as excited to see where this goes as I. We ate in silence for a few moments, a few comments and questions were asked before we fell into silence again. After a few minutes, he spilled something on the front of his pants. I told him to strip out of them and that I would send them down to be washed. I went and put the pants in the laundry before stopping into the bedroom to grab a pair of sweats that I thought he would be likely to fit into. Before I made it back to the couch area where I had left him, I went into the bathroom to grab something to clean up the mess that was not spilled on his pants. I bent down to get something out of the cabinet and when I straightened, I saw him standing at the door of the bathroom.