In San Francisco

The next morning I caught my flight and landed at SFO at noon. I took an Uber to The St. Regis San Francisco where Hal had booked our rooms. It was about 3pm before I arrived at the hotel and got to my room. Right about the time I sat down in the room I got a call from Hal telling me they were heading down to the bar in about 30 minutes for drinks and eats. I told him I would meet them there after I freshened up from the flight.

Not knowing who Hal was referring to when he said “they were heading down…” I was intrigued to see who he was talking about. As I entered the bar, I saw a buxom redhead (Kyla) waving me over to a table on the other side of the bar. I also saw Hal sitting with his back to me at the same table. As I walked over I saw Kyla was wearing a yellow spaghetti strap sundress and quite obviously no bra. As I approached Hal stood up and gave a hug, letting his hand hesitate a bit in the small of my back right at the top of my ass.

I sat down beside Kyla and we ordered drinks and a couple appetizers tapas style. We were having a great time and enjoying each other’s company. Kyla was very smart and wise beyond her years. After about an hour or so I excused myself to go to the restroom, with Kyla following.