Somewhere to take the woman you love

"I'm sorry, Mrs...", you tried to start, half way hoping that perhaps this woman was taken and would be more interested in staying with her current partner than getting with you. So many women were after you, as much as you would love to spend some time with the sexy, petite woman in front of you, you couldn't help wondering if you would have the energy to keep up with her.

"Miss", she emphasized, "Alana Powers, you can call me Alana or anything else you might want." Her voice was rich with invitation as she spoke. "What can I do for you Mr. Johnson?"

"Ummm... I guess you can call me Bill," you offered politely. Looking at this woman made you realize how much you had to make up to your wife for, even if your wife was unaware of any of it. You decided it would be best to find something to do with your wife. "I'm wondering if you could recommend somewhere to take the woman I love.", you asked her.

She smiled delightedly at your question, "I prefer to call my favorite guests Mister, Mr. Johnson, so if you don't mind I'll stay with that," she started her reply with that same enticing voice. "I am just about to end my shift at the desk, why don't I go get changed quickly and show you that romantic place," and then she finished with a sensual purr, "personally."

With those words she slipped out from behind the desk and headed down a side hallway. As you stared at her shapely backside and long legs she glanced back at you and instructed you, "Don't move." She needn't have bothered as you felt like you were rooted in spot, staring at her.

You managed to break the spell some time after she went through a door in the hallway. You were looking over some of the various brochures and notes at the concierge desk, when you heard the sound of heels approaching and turned to them. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the approaching concierge.

The black dress she was wearing did nothing to conceal her shapely legs, which seemed even longer on her petite body. It cinched around her tight waist, flaring out for her shapely hips and sensual bosom. It was cut just low enough to give a perfect view of the round tops of her firm breasts. A slight smile was the only indication she gave of her amusement at your longing stare.

"Well, Mr. Johnson, shall we make our way to our destination. It's the perfect place to take the woman you make love to," she invited you, having slightly modified your request when she repeated it. You could barely contain your excitement at the idea of making love to this sexy woman.