Grabbing the bottle of bourbon from the counter, she went into the next room and picked up two large bath towels. Placing them over her arm so they concealed what she was carrying in her hand, she slipped out the back door, turning off the light as she went out the door. Glancing around the parking lot and not seeing anyone, she quickly walked across the drive to the room that she had just rented to the black man. Stepping up to the door, she paused for a moment, trying to rationalize her actions in her mind.
"Well, if anybody saw me, they'll just think I'm just delivering these towels to the room." she thought as she knocked lightly on the door and announced, "Room service!! I have the bath towels you requested."
Opening the door, the man looked at her in a somewhat surprised manner, stating, "I didn't ask for any bath towels."
Without hesitating, Betty brushed by the man and quickly stepped inside the room. Turning to face him, she lifted the bath towels from her arm, revealing the full bottle of bourbon in her hand.
"I didn't know what you preferred," she said, lifting the bottle so he could see it. "I hope this is okay."
Seeing the bottle in her hand, the man looked at it, a smile slowly forming on his lips. Reaching out, he took the bottle from her hand and walked over to the small table near the window. The thick drapes had already been closed, insuring that any one passing by could not look into the room. Opening the bottle, he poured himself a drink, took a sip, then turned and looked at Betty, who was just standing there, watching him.
"This will be fine." said the man as he took another sip from his glass. "How much do I owe you?"
"I have no idea," said Betty. "My husband buys it. That's one he won't miss. Would $10.00 be too much?"
The man smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Pulling out two $20.00 bills, he handed them to Betty.
"One for the bottle and one for you for being so kind and thoughtful," he said as he placed his wallet back into the back pocket of his trousers. "I really appreciate your kind and efficient service."
"No problem, sir." said Betty, stuffing the two bills into the pocket of her robe. "After you left the office, I remembered that my husband had a few extra bottles in the cupboard and I'm sure he won't miss just one."
A half minute of somewhat awkward silence followed, as both Betty and the man just stood there, looking at one another, waiting for the other to say something. Then, breaking the silence, Betty spoke as she started walking across the room.
"I'll just put these towels in here, sir." she said as she walked into the bathroom. As she came out of the bathroom, she added, "If there's nothing else you need, I'll be on my way then."
"Damn! I'm sorry. Where are my manners?" said the black man, quickly picking up a second glass from the table. "Ah...would you like a drink, ma'am?"
"Well....I don't know," said Betty before she quickly added, "I guess just one wouldn't do any harm, would it?"
"Nope, not at all," said the man as he quickly filled the water glass with bourbon and handed it to her. "As a matter of fact, just one might help relieve some of the stress of the day."
"In that case, maybe I should have two," joked Betty as she took the glass, sipped it, then walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Not that I'm complaining or anything but, today was a little more stressful than usual."
"Well then, sit down and have a drink." chuckled the man as he turned and refilled his half empty glass. "Hell....have a couple....I hate drinking alone anyhow....makes me think I might be an alcoholic or something."
Betty smiled, relaxing a bit as the man sat down in a chair by the window and began talking. Ten minutes went by, then twenty, then thirty as the two of them talked about their day and just things in general. Refilling their glasses one more time, the man placed the bottle on the bedside stand and sat down on the bed next to Betty. They continued talking for a little while longer and then, rising from the bed, the man took the glass from Betty's hand and placed both nearly empty glasses on the bedside stand. Then, reaching down, he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Betty looked up at him curiously, wondering what would happen next.
She had her answer a moment later when she felt his arms around her and his lips on hers. Throwing her arms around his neck, Betty clung to him, responding to the man's kiss with a passion she hadn't felt in a long time. She moaned softly as she felt the warm glow between her thighs become a raging fire of desire. Pressing her her body tightly against his, she felt his hard shaft pressing against her abdomen.
Pulling his lips from hers, the black man looked down at her, his eyes meeting hers. She was looking up at him, her eyes smoldering with lustful desire. It was very obvious by the look on her face that she was more than willing to have sex with him.
"Uh...are you sure your husband won't come looking looking for you?" he asked as he slipped his hand inside her robe and began fondling one of her breasts. "I'm not about to deal with a jealous husband knocking at the door looking for his wife."
"Believe me, he's drunk and passed out for the night!" replied Betty, tightening her arms around the man's neck, pulling him down on top of her. "He won't wake up until eight or nine o'clock at the earliest."
Satisfied, the man opened her robe and pulled her nightgown up to her waist. Slipping his hand between her thighs, he began moving his hand slowly back and forth, his fingers lightly stroking and caressing the puffy lips that surrounded her opening. Betty moaned softly, writhing and wiggling as his fingers slipped inside her panties and found her hot, wet slit.
Caught up in their lustful desire, they tugged and pulled at each others clothing until both of them were completely naked, their clothing scattered about on the floor. Locked in a tight embrace, they fell across the bed, kissing passionately, their hands intimately fondling and stroking each other. Gasping and moaning, they rolled and tossed on the bed, both of them eager to satisfy their carnal needs and desires.
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