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It was close to 11:30 p.m. when my girlfriend Patricia and I pulled into the covered driveway of the hotel. The air was hot and humid as was usual for a typical south Florida summer night. We had decided earlier in the afternoon to stay at the hotel to be closer to the beach. We were both off from work for the weekend and agreed it would be more convenient staying at a beachside hotel rather than drive the thirty minutes or so for the next two days. Waking up to the sound of the surf was something we both enjoyed. Patricia stopped the car at the entrance of the hotel. I jumped out of the passenger seat and walked into the lobby. The hotel was nothing fancy. The lobby walls were painted in cliché pastel blue and pink and were adorned with generic beach scene posters. Having not made şişli escort any reservations, I knew there would be a chance that there were no rooms available. The two female attendants behind the counter were busy with paperwork. I approached the counter and politely interrupted them. “Good evening ladies,” I started, “I’d like a room for the weekend.” Both figures looked up. The dark skinned lady responded. “Sir, if you give me a minute I will be happy to assist you,” she said in a thick Jamaican accent. Her nametag identified her as “Arlene C.” A few minutes later, I was handing over my credit card and signing for the room. “Will you need one or two keys?” she asked. “Two please,” I answered. “The continental breakfast is served in the dining area beginning mecidiyeköy escort at 6:00 a.m.” she added. I thanked her and scampered out the front door. Patricia had parked the car. We got our backpacks out of the trunk of the car and headed straight to our room. As we walked through the lobby I waved at Arlene. *** The baritone drone of the air conditioning unit woke me up the following morning. The room was ice cold and dark. Patricia lay face up next to me; uncovered, naked, with her legs spread open. Before falling asleep, I had helped her trim her bush with my electric shaver followed by expert sculpting with my razor. Doing this always made us horny. It came as no surprise that we were up until two in the morning having sex. Maintaining her bikini line was just another one of our foreplay routines; a very kinky one indeed. The alarm clock on the night stand read 6:15 in big red digital numbers. I rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I recalled Arlene’s notice of free continental breakfast. A few muffins and a hot cup of coffee would do the trick just fine right now. I put on a pair shorts and a tee shirt. “Patricia, you want me to bring you something to eat?” I asked. “No, just let me sleep for a little bit longer,” she responded. She turned onto her back, bundled herself under the covers and continued sleeping. As I walked through the lobby towards the small dining area, I saw Arlene. “I hope you had a good night last night,” Arlene greeted me. “Yeah, it was comfortable,” I responded. “You look tired. Did you work the night shift?” “Someone has to,” she responded dejectedly. “Thankfully, I have help that works with me until five.” ”I am going to grab some coffee,” I stated.
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