Tonight and tomorrow night will be me with my brown hair and blue eyes, enjoying my Manhattan, catching up on the news or checking my plans for the next day. I have a dad bod, but I work out to keep things in check.

The lounge is dimly lit as I sit, until you come along, a pretty woman taking a break from her busy day - looking for a quick night cap before she retires for the evening. You sit at the bar, and place your order. I notice you from across the lounge - your hair and your smile captivate me. And then, I get a brief phone call - it's my wife, asking me a question. I reflect on how she hasn't kissed me in months - only 7 times since 2020.

I hang up and notice my drink is empty. I proceed to the bar and stand right next to you - all 6'3" of me. I see your ring as I talk to the bartender. I notice you glancing up at me, I notice the shy grin. Our eyes meet, we smile. I greet you warmly "well hello," you quietly reply, "hi there."

Just then as you adjust your hair, your necklace falls down on the floor. I nonchalantly pick it up off the floor. By then we are gazing at each other, only mere inches away. I say to you, “Would be a shame for someone to step on this.” You reply, “Yes, a big shame indeed.” You shyly ask, "could you please help me put it back on? The clasp is weird." I oblige and as I brush your hair back, my hand ever so gently glides along your skin, and reaffixes the necklace around your neck. You shuddered in excitement at my ever so slightest touch.” You blush and give me a shy, bright-eyed smile again. “Thanks,” you timidly say. I reply, “Don’t mention it, my dear,” as my hand returns from behind your neck, brushing your hair back over her shoulder. Warmth and arousal flood your entire body from my light touch.

I return to my chair and finish my drink - we exchange glances and smirks for the next ten minutes. I motion you to join me, to which you do, sitting next to me. We happily chat and flirt for an hour until I notice the time: it's 10pm, and I have a meeting the next day. We exchange contacts and I depart - my key card accidentally falling out of my pocket. You notice the card and read my room number on the card sleeve. You hurry to the elevator to catch me. You go down the corridor, and find me searching my pockets. I see you - we exchange big smiles. You sarcastically say "looks like you forgot something." I reply, "looks like you did - how can I repay you?" You quip back, "Oh, you don't have to do anything," as you bat your eyelashes seductively.

Sly grins come across our faces and I place my hand around your waist, pulling you into me. I caress your cheek and slowly, intentionally, sensually kiss you. Your knees weaken, and after all is said and done, you found yourself no longer in the hallway, and now in my room for the rest of the evening.

Are you that woman? Do you want to be that woman? I'll be in Los Angeles tonight and tomorrow.

The story describes my appearance. DDF, clean, discreet, respectful, safety first. I expect the same from you (420 okay).