It took a 5 hour flight and an hour drive, but I finally arrived at my hotel. A business hotel in the suburb of New York. I was knackered and was looking forward to a shower, dinner and a drink in the hotel bar. I had to hurry because it was pushing closing time.

The front desk person greeted me and explained that their computers were down, but they always printed a hard copy of all the reservations just in case something like this happened. She couldn't find me on the list. She was going to have to make phone calls to straighten it out and suggested I get a drink and she'd come get me.

Honestly, I would have been miffed had it not been for the fantastic attitude...yeh, right, it was her face. Yes, she was really nice and did all she could to help and to lighten up the situation, but it was her really pretty face. She was African American, probably late 20's early 30's, super curvy and had the prettiest smile with huge dimples I've ever seen.

I'm finishing off my drink when she taps me on the shoulder, says she got my squared away and that she got me their last room, which was some sort of view suite on the top floor. I thank her, tip her a $20 and head up.

Just as I walk through the door to the room, which was oddly nice for that hotel brand, my phone dings with a text. It was her apologizing for the inconvenience. Then, saying in a matter-of-fact manner, I have a older man fantasy. I've never done this before, I tried once but was turned down. If you are interested, my shift ends in 20 minutes.

I erase the text, shave and hit the shower. Then, with just a few minutes to spare, head to the front desk. I look her in the eye, tell her I've never ever done anything like this before, I can't believe she's interested, but that she's beautiful and I'd be totally honored and into it.

She asks if I'd be ok with going to her house because folks would notice if she went up to my room.

More later......