A Fortunate Coincidence

I had already yawned to many times while my ass was glued into my seat at the bar. I'd been in the Hotel Arroyo lobby for under an hour, and I'd already put down two rum and punches. Think of a rum and coke, but make it with fruit juice. Pineapple, cranberry, whatever. as long as I could taste the bite of the rum I was content.

Having gone out of town, and out of my way, to attend a conference for a three-book series I was "at this point pushing" according to my editor, I figured a couple of drinks wouldn't kill me. I'd arrived at the hotel around three hours ago, and headed up to my room to get set up. My duffel bag was packed with three sets of clothes for my four night stay, and this meeting with my editors and publishing team was slatted to take place in three days. I could have shown up a day before the meeting, right? Sure, but I'd never been this far north of Arkansas before, and wanted to see what the upper part of the state had to offer.

Now here we are, sipping a second drink. The bartender is leaning against the bar about seven feet away, watching a football game on the TV. There's a fantastic piano sitting down to my left, but not being played. There's ambient music playing above on the loudspeakers, and I couldn't have been more bored.

I looked at my drink, I was down to the last sip. I picked up the glass, it had the hotel logo designed into the bottom, and I drained the liquor cut with juice down the hatch. Setting the cup back down with a sharp growl I let out an,

"Ahhh."

The bartender heard his cue, turning his attention away from the TV to start walking back over.

"Nah, sit tight," I said as I stood up and took my jacket on the back of my chair, "I'll have a smoke if you hold down the fort."

The older man, he had a black mustache, chuckled before saying,

"Don't be to long. Pretty packed tonight."

"Ha," I let out a dry laugh, smoothing out my well-ironed black colored shirt.

Stepping away from the bar I made to start heading for the front lobby doors to have a cigarette, but stopped no sooner than I was standing up. I was, as of now, not the only one in the lobby; apart from the hotel staff at the reception desk.

A woman, looked about 35, my age, was striding towards the bar. She had on a smooth black skirt and a plan white blouse with black buttons that came all the way up to her neck. She had smooth white skin, and a length of deeper red hair was pulled up into a tight bun on her head. Her white blouse was covered by a heavy seeming coat that was lined with fur at the collar and at the wrists.

I realized I was starring, and cleared my throat as I picked up my dress-shoe covered feet. I smiled at her as he we passed a table and chairs at the same time, and she nodded back to me. A small smile danced over her face, then she kept moving as she sauntered up to the bar, taking a seat that was one over from where my empty glass was.

Catching myself starring again, I turned around and headed for the lobby's revolving door. I'd had my eyes glued to her ass, it was high present against the black fabric that was wrapped around it. I was single, though you could say I've been married to my publishing streak for the last three years. I'd put out two books in three years, and now it was my big break. This set of three books would surely put me in the map, and net me a heavy pay day. I was looking forward to moving out of my studio apartment and into a small place that was more suited for the quiet, leave-me-alone-i'm-a-writer life I'd so lovingly adapted to. I was single too, and I guess that helped.

As I came to reach the revolving doors I stepped through the spinning doors, pulling on my jacket as I was greeted by a cold December air. From the inside of my jacket I pulled out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes, and found my lighter inside the pack. I pulled out a square and the lighter, then lit my smoke. It sparked to life, and I took a long inhale. It was cold outside, and I pressed into my jacket to keep what warmth I had. My face was hot, probably somewhat red from the rum.

I ambled away from the hotel doors, standing off to the side of where you'd pull up to have bags unloaded before going to park. It was nice and quiet out, and I let my mind wander to exactly how my meeting would go. Well, how I'd like it to go let's say.

All my books would get approved for publishing, they've already gone through the arduous phase of editing. The three series would hit Amazon, or maybe I could finally get paperbacks into a bookstore!

I grinned stupidly at myself, knowing I wouldn't get that lucky. I might, but I was always a realist, according to Mitch, my editor. I'd had books shot down before, and I was ok with that. It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, and I accepted that.

Taking another pull from my cigarette, I was already halfway done with it, I held a breath and then exhaled the smoke through my nose. It couldn't have been nicer outside, and I was in a fairly good mood. I'd been a crotchity bastard a week ago when my publisher had tried pushing back our meeting for the second time. I'd put my foot down then, loudly asking him in my apartment living room if he liked making money.

"Because I do, Dave!" I was shouting by then, "I like it a hell of a lot, and you know if this set sells it's all money for you too! Give me a chance with this, come on! I get it, no one but history buffs would read anything with pirates in them, but the year isn't seventeen-fucking-thirty! It's set in 2014 for shit's sake! You don't think people'll read that?!"

"Alright, James!" Dave had surely held the phone away from his ear, "Next week! You, me and the guys up here will all hit the Arrayo and sit down to talk about this series, OK!?"

"Yes!" I laughed then, "Thank you, Dave, thank you!"

"Just be there! And call all the excitement back home, yeah? You don't wanna get your hopes up just to get crap shoved down your throat ok?"

I smirked then, remembering that phone call as I came out of my daydream. I was done with my cigarette, and I dropped the butt onto the ground and smashed it under my smooth and dull shinning shoe.

Turning back around I walked back to the revolving doors. I rubbed my hands together, then stepped through the hotel's spinning doors and went back inside.

I lingered for a second, wondering if It would be smart to close my tab and head upstairs get some sleep. That idea jumped out of the window in my head, however, as the pretty woman was still sitting at the bar. I watched her red hair still sitting on her head, and I shuffled my feet towards the bar. In that moment, I think I was thinking with my cock head instead of my brain head. She was pretty, and looked like she was hear alone; as was I.

Moving past the assembled chairs and tables I wove my way back up to the bar, and stepped up to the seat I'd been sitting at. The pretty woman was sitting just to the chair I'd been in now, and as I pulled off my jacket I cleared my throat.

"Scuse me," I spoke with a steady tone.

She turned, a drink in her hand and a stain of dark red lipstick on her glass.

"Hi," she gave me a small smile.

"Hi," I repeated, "If you don't mind I'd sit back down, seeing as were bar neighbors now."

She chuckled then, but waved her hand out to my empty seat. I draped my jacket over my seat, they weren't barstools oddly enough. Taking my seat back the bartender raised his eyes at me, and I tapped my empty glass.

"I'll take the same. Cut it with a bit more rum this time."

He nodded to me, dipping under the bar to get ahold of the rum I'd asked for. Cap'n Morgan, the clear type that was all I liked to drink.

I glanced at the woman at the bar, then calmly asked,

"So, I guess I lucked out if you choose to sit next to me instead of the other guy, huh?"

She looked at me then, one hand resting her chin in her palm.

"I guess so," she said with a smooth voice, "So, what're you hiding out here for?"

It was my turn to chuckle then as I answered,

"I'm hoping to score a book deal with my publishers tomorrow afternoon. They've given me the run around for the last week, so I put my foot down and made they dredge up a place to take a look at my latest work."

"Oh, do you write for a living?" she asked, "oh, sorry..." she paused to take a drink of something that was a light pink color, "my names Melanie Thames."

She held out a hand, and I shook it as my drink was set down in front of me.

"James Hilldrow," I said as we shook.

Her hands were soft as silk, and she let her fingers linger over mine before putting her chin back in her hand.

"You feel like you've got writer hands," she observed, "you been at it long?"

"Ah..." I paused, thinking, "Let's call it four years? I don't really count my first rough draft never getting published, but everyone starts somewhere. What about you? Here on business too?"

"Oh, no," she held up the hand that her chin was in, and I noticed the line of where a wedding ring had been, "let's call it hiding out for a while."

"Divorce?" I said the word before I could stop, "wow, that was not cool, I am sorry."

"No!" she waved her free hand at me as I picked up my drink, "your fine, hun. It is divorce, but it's been a long time coming. Together for six years, then I take a job with a magazine publishing company that has me moving upstate, and suddenly I'm not good enough for him anymore."

"What a bastard... god, I am sorry!" I stopped taking, and took a drink.

Melanie laughed then, holding out a hand.

"Trust me, if I was still into him at all, I'd have never shown up here," she assured me.

I nodded, setting my drink back down. I turned some in my seat, putting my right leg up on my left knee with a small grunt. Picking my glass back up a I took a drink, then licked my 5 o' clock shadowed lips.

"Well, here's to new beginnings then," I said holding up my glass.

"Here's to your career," Melanie danced her glass out to mine as we toasted.

We both took a drink, as you do when you toast to almost anything, and I set my glass back down. I tried fending off a yawn, but it rolled out of my mouth and I put the back of my hand up.

"Dam, sorry. Been a long day today I guess."

"No problem," she said looking at me with red eyeshadow, red eyeliner, and very pretty lashes.

Picking up my glass again, I turned to lean against the bar, surveying the empty hotel lobby.

"So, how long are you hear for?" Melanie asked.

"Until the day after tomorrow," I looked back at her, "what about you?

"Just until tomorrow," she nodded, "I'm heading a little ways into the next county to bunk with my sister until I get this figured out."

She tapped the bar with her nails, red must have been her thing, then added,

"It'll work out, I'm hoping."

"You'll figure it out," I nodded, looking at her.

"You reckon?" she asked.

With a smile I took a drink, not breaking eye contact. Setting my glass on my leg I said,

"I reckon," with a nod.

* * *

Before long, Melanie and I had sat at the bar for over an hour and half, and she and I had taken down four drinks apiece. Her face was getting red like her hair, and I cracked another joke. I'd shot out three already, or had it been four by now? I wasn't sure, but I was sure of wanting to slip away with Melanie and disappear upstairs to my hotel room.

She laughed at my joke, and rested a hand on my knee. I looked at her, my own head in my hand as I starred at her.

"Your really pretty," I muttered. I was certainly sauced.

Melanie only giggled at me, her almost-finished drink in her hand, hovering over the open air of the lobby.

"Your a real sweetheart, James," she said.

Her breasts heaved as she took a breath then, and finished her drink. She swallowed and set her drink on the bar counter.

"You wanna nother?" I asked, my words a swirl.

"Oh," she gripped my leg, but shook her head.

I caught the bartenders eye, and waved him down.

"I'll take her drinks on my tab," I said.

I looked at Melanie, then boldly pushed my luck to say,

"And I'll have you in my room."

She grinned at me then, a lip-bitting smile crossing her face.

I heard the rustle of the paper bill touch down on the counter, and I turned to glance at it. In that second that the barkeep stepped away, out of eyesight, I felt Melanie's hand creep up my leg and grip my crotch.

I stiffened, my hand touching my ass to find my wallet. I fumbled it out, but her hand was massaging my pants, and my cock was responding.

Fumbling still I pulled out a wad of cash, plus a tip, and dropped in on the counter top. Tucking my wallet back into my pants I started to stand up.

Melanie did the same, her hand still gripping my growing member. I reached past her, leaning my lips against her ear as I took her jacket.

"I'm in 306. Let's go."

My hands opened up her jacket then, and as she slipped it on she pressed her lips onto my cheek. I let out a breath as she moved her hands to pull on her jacket, and I swept my own coat off my chair and over my shoulder.

The next five minutes it took us to reach the elevator through the lobby could have been done in two. But we were both drunk, and she had her arm snaked around my waist, kissing at my neck. I held her own waist, and when we lightly stumbled into the elevator area, I reached down to take a handful of her ass. It was more than firm, and she turned to me and pressed herself against me, her hand grabbing my cock again.

"Oh man, your feisty huh?" I muttered.

She only moaned as I cupped her ass again, and reached past her to hit the elevator call button. I continued to grab her ass, resisting the temptation to pull up her skirt and expose her there in the lobby. She was picking at my belt, toying with me. I was getting scrapped to death by my zipper at that point, and I gripped her ass in both my hands.

"Ahh," she giggled, her free hand playing with my unkept hair.

The elevator dinged then, and we almost fell into the thing as the doors opened. We stayed upright, and as soon as I'd hit the button and the doors began to close, I was kissing her. Not gently either. Her hand was almost in my pants at that point, and her hungry lips were almost eating my own.

It took what felt like seconds to get to the third floor, and my room was just off to the left.

"Where's your room?" she asked breathily as we broke apart.

"Right here," I answered.

We were out of the elevator, and she walked in front of me as I watched her ass dance, taunting me. She took the room key I handed her and as she started to play with the electric lock, I gripped her ass, coming behind her to kiss the nape of her neck.

"Ohh..." she shuddered at my touch.

My room lock beeped then, and the door came open as she turned the handle. The room key was tossed carelessly away, and I wasted little time in pulling up her skirt, exposing her round ass. It was shapely and smooth, and as I smacked it, I undid my belt with one hand.

She turned to me in my room, it was dark save for the small lamp at the bedside table. Her blouse buttons came undone as she un dressed, and I dropped my pants as my belt came free. My underwear came with my pants, and my erect cock sprang forward to meet her. She slipped out of her jacket, bitting her lip as she looked at my cock.

"Oh fuck," she came towards me, her blouse hanging open to show her lacy black bra.

"Take that off," I said as I came up to her.

She reached out to take my cock, it was hot and hard, and I reached around her to undo the clasp of her bra. It came away without effort, and I reveled her voluptuous breasts. They were firm as I took them in my hands, and I felt the tip of my penis rub against her wet vagina. I reached up to play with her hair, and pulled out the sole hairband that was holding it all up. It came down in a cascade of amazing red, and I pushed her hair behind her shoulders, then pushed her backwards towards the bed.

She was ready as she fell back, and I stayed standing as I dove into her dripping pussy, and she gasped as I entered her.

It was heaven, and I hadn't had sex in almost three months. Melanie took my face in her hands as we started to fuck, and I kissed her. She gripped one of her breasts then, and took her other hand to rub her clit.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped as we kept fucking.

I was throbbing, already ready to blow my load. I held back through, standing up to watch her tits shake as she took everything I had to give her.

"Fuck!" she moaned again, her hand rubbing her clit in a circular motion.

"Fuck," I grunted, feeling my cock start to well up.

"Oh, slow down!" she gasped.

I obeyed, slowing down my thrusts. Her pussy was hot and warm, wrapping around my cock with its heat and slick inner cum.

"Ohhh... take me from behind, you wanna?" she almost begged.

"Yes," I huffed out a whisper.

I pulled out then, my cock stiff and covered in slick cum. She turned around, tossing her hair down her back. I moaned, watching that motion. It was cum worthy in itself.

Coming up behind her I moved onto the bed, and Melanie moved up to accompany me. I pushed against her wet vagina, slipping back into her as she laid down, arching her ass up to receive my cock.

I was in her again, and she moaned as her face pressed into the bed. I reached out to take a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up.

"FUCK!" she cried out, but didn't pull away from my rough grip.

I kept my thrusts up, my groin slapping against her shapely ass while we made a mess of the bed. I slowed down some, leaning down to run my hands over her stomach, then grab her breasts in my hands.

Melanie's own had was viciously rubbing her clit, and cum started to drip onto my cock.

"Oh!" she gasped, leaning up, "I'm gonna cum!"

I only let out a groan of my own, letting go of her tits to grip her waist, and fuck her harder. My thrusts were audible, and anyone in the next room over would have heard us. I couldn't have cared less, watching her bottom shake as she took all of me in her warm pussy.

"Ooooh!" Melanie moaned before her legs locked up, and I watched a stream of cum shoot from her pussy.

"Oh I'm cuming!" she moaned into the bed, her free hand flying up to grab my wrist.

I slowed down my pounding, but I was at my limit. My cock was throbbing, and I only groaned before I muttered,

"Gonna cum!"

I leaned back, pulling my cock out of her just before my floodgate of cum came rushing out. Strings of cum decorated her back, and Melanie fell into the bed, her legs shaking as she kept her ass up in the air.

With a huff I moved off of the bed, and came around to her side. She sat up, and I took her waist, pulling her over to me as I kissed her. Her lips quivered, and she gripped my cock, stroking out the last dribbles of cum. I moaned on her lips, and she giggled, still kissing me.

She pulled her head back, breaking our kiss.

"Oh," she breathed, her breasts heaving, "that was good."

"Yeah it was," I said without thinking to hard about it.

She smiled at me, and I leaned up. She sat up some, her pussy letting my cum dripping out of it and over the edge of the bed. It had been maybe ten minutes of build up for about five minutes of sex, but it had been worth it. It had been a while since I'd been complimented in the bedroom.

Melanie bit her lip then, gazing at me. Her makeup was almost still perfect, her face not as red from all the alcohol we'd both had.

I let out a hard breath, and leaned back to stand straight. Melanie sat up, then stood up. She stopped reaching out a hand to touch my chest. I took her hand, and she said,

"I'll need to use your bathroom."

"Go ahead," I said with a small smirk.

She turned and sauntered off to the bathroom then. I stood there a moment, then turned to drop into the chair that was sitting near the bedroom door. My shirt was still buttoned but now disheveled, and my cock was still out as I sat in the chair.

I stood up as I heard water running in the bathroom, and I re-zipped and re buttoned my pants. I pulled out my belt and dropped it on the floor, then moved to sit down on the bed.

I listened to the sound of water stop, then the bathroom door opened. I looked up in the bathroom mirror, watching Melanie come back into the bedroom. She had her shirt and bra buttoned back up, and her skirt had been straightened.

She came away from the bathroom door, weaving her hair through hands to put it back up into a loose bun. She stopped in front of me, then leaned down to press her lips against mine. I kissed her back, and she rubbed my cheeks with her hands.

As she pulled away she said to me,

"I'm up the hall, in 319 if you wanna stop by before I leave tomorrow. I'll be here to late afternoon, waiting for my sister to call."

"Mmm," I reached out to take her cheek in my hand, looking at her, "maybe I'll stop by. We could order room service."

She smiled at me now with a small giggle.

"If it's this kind of service, I'm all for it."

She leaned up, then turned to pick up her coat from my room floor. She pulled it back up, running a hand over the back of her neck. Turning for my door she pulled the door open, then gave me another small smile before stepping into the hall, and shutting the door behind her.