Hotel Chapter Three

I kicked off my shoes, and slumped into the armchair with a sigh. It felt so good to be home, it was Friday, and I was looking forward to a long work free weekend, which was something I hadn’t had in quite a while.

Leaning back I took a long swallow from a chilled glass of wine and thought about the kids. Susi had moved out about a month back, got herself a decent job in the city by all accounts, and Matt was away on a last minute jaunt he’d booked for himself and his new girlfriend. I gave a deep sigh, at the grand age of 19 and 22, they were adults now and I’d better start getting used to the idea. It felt strange to have the house to myself, but nice too in a way. At least I could enjoy the rare peace and quiet.

Putting the glass down on the coffee table, I noticed the answering machine was blinking at me, ‘Damn I hope that isn’t work’ I thought irritably as I reached over and pressed the Play button. 

To my surprise there was a message from Matt’s best friend, Marcus.

“Hey Matt, I’m back in town for a few days and staying at The Grosvenor Hotel, come and meet me there for a drink at 8 okay?”

Again I pressed the Play button; there was another message from Marcus,

“Matt, I’d really appreciate it if you can meet me tonight, I have a favour to ask you”

I looked at my watch, it was already after 6 now. Picking up the phone book I quickly found The Grosvenor and dialled the number. An efficient sounding receptionist answered it on the second ring,

“Good evening Grosvenor Hotel, Caroline speaking, may I help you?”

“Hi there, I’d like to be put through to Marcus Greenway’s room please?”

A minute later, Caroline’s voice came back on the line,

“I’m sorry madam, there’s no reply on that number”

“Okay thanks”

Hanging up the phone, I wondered what to do.

I could have left a message I suppose, but there was no guaranteeing he’d get it in time, especially if he didn’t go back to his room before 8. 

Looking at my watch again, I saw it was almost 6.15; there was plenty of time to take a quick shower before driving over to the hotel. I could turn up instead of Matt, explain he’d gone away and see if I could help him with this ‘favour’ he needed. I’d always had a soft spot for Marcus, and hated to think he might be in any sort of trouble.

By 7.00 I was putting the finishing touches to my makeup, and running a final check in front of the mirror. I‘ve always looked after myself properly, and okay I might be 48 years old, but I know I don’t look it. I’d chosen a dark blue silk skirt, which I knew accentuated my still firm ass, and a fitted cream blouse with a deep V neck, that showed off my breasts to advantage. It felt deliciously naughty dressing this way for my son’s friend, but Marcus had always been a nice looking boy and well, what’s the harm in a little flirtation anyway? 

My thoughts turned to Greg, the man I had met in another hotel six weeks earlier. What a lover he’d been. I still had his number in my handbag, but was in two minds whether to call him. He had been way too intuitive concerning the fantasies I had about my son, and just the thought of them ever meeting made me cringe.

I walked into the hotel foyer at 7.30 and went straight through to the bar. It was empty apart from one morose looking guy sitting alone at a table, so turning on my heel I made my way to the front desk, where a spotty young desk clerk was idly reading a Stephen King novel.

“Hi, I’m meeting a friend here, but I’m quite early. Would you mind calling his room please?”

“Certainly Madam, what’s the gentleman’s name?”

“Marcus Greenway, please tell him that Alana Richfield is here?”

The desk clerk picked up the phone and dialled the room number, it was answered virtually straight away, he spoke into it quietly, and then hung up saying,

“Mr Greenway has asked if you would go up to his room, it’s on the 2nd floor, room 133”

I walked over to the lift and pressed the button, and a couple of minutes later I was knocking on the door to 133.

Marcus’s deep voice answered,

“Come in, it’s open”

I walked in and closed the door behind me, turning as Marcus bounded out of the bathroom dressed in just a pair of jeans. I could hear the sound of a bath filling as he strode over and gave me a huge hug.

“Wow! Mrs Richfield, what a fantastic surprise, I certainly didn’t expect to see you today, is Matt with you?”

My cheek pressed against his, very aware of his masculine smell. I started to explain about Matt going away and also took that opportunity to ask if I could help with the favour he wanted. 

“Well…erm…actually, I was going to ask Matt if I could stay at your house for a week or two. I want to move back to this town, but to do that I need to find a job first” 

I gave him a warm smile,

“Darling boy, you can stay with me for as long as it takes”

“Jeez, thanks so much Mrs Richfield, I promise I won’t be any trouble”

“I’m sure you won’t be Marcus”

Had it really been only been a few months since I had last seen Marcus? Judging from the muscles clearly evident in his arms and chest, he had started working out regularly; I felt a thrill of excitement run right down to my already moist pussy.

Could he feel the current running between us? He certainly seemed to hold me for a lot longer than was strictly necessary. I didn’t mind I loved the feeling of being held in this man’s arms. After a while he reluctantly pulled away and walked over to the mini bar.

“This calls for a celebration, I’m going to open us a bottle of bubbly”

Grabbing a bottle and a corkscrew, he spoke again.

I’m sorry about asking you to come up to my room Mrs Richfield, I was just running a bath when the clerk called up”

I laughed,

“Well, hadn’t you better go and turn the taps off before the place gets flooded?”

Slapping a hand to his forehead, he exclaimed,

“Oh hell, I’d forgotten about that”