Chapter 7: Lauryn

We find a nice place to eat and then for the rest of the afternoon we go shopping.  When it gets dinner time, we grab a bite to eat at a sub shop down the street from the hotel.  Afterwards, we go back to our suites and deposit our treasures from the day. 

Samantha bought me a whole new wardrobe today, I will owe her for a long time.  At least, till I figure out a way of repaying her somehow.  Although, at this rate, it will be awhile. 

Putting my things away and freshening up, I splash a little perfume on and make sure that my mascara hasn't smudged.  While I apply a thin pink gloss on my lips, I daydream about Mr. Perfect.  The stranger.

After a few minutes, I hear Samantha knocking at the door and we leave for the night club.  The minute we step out the doors of the hotel, we hear a whistle from the road and turn to see who it is.  A couple men oggle us from a passing taxi and wave.  We wave back and they are gone.

Samantha and I look at each other and laugh, then we hail a taxi.  Most of the night we bar hop and frequent a couple of the night clubs, but by closing time Samantha has already chosen two men to take back to the hotel.  I follow and when we get back to our rooms, I disappear into the refuge of my room.  

Even though all I hear for the rest of the night and morning is moaning and screaming, I try to sleep.  Finally, when the two men must have left, does the noise stop.  I hear a knock on my door and I get up to open it, realizing that it is one of two things.  Either Samantha wanting to talk, or one of the guys wanting to fuck me now.  

I cautiously open it to find Samantha staring at me.  "Hurry the hell up and let me in.  I have a story to tell you."  I open and watch Samantha walk in.

Her hair is all snarled and her makeup smeared.  She smells like sex and looks completely satisfied for someone who hasn't slept all night.  Not to mention, she smells like alcohol.  I sit down on the bed and she follows.  

"Girl, those two were perfect.  Not only did I get screwed six ways from sunday, but then we did a threesome.  It turns out, that they are both bisexual.  One minute, I had Chris's dick in my mouth and Larry's cock in my ass, then Chris fucked Larry's ass while I got fucked by Larry.  It was orgasmic."  She smiles and crosses her legs, after leaning back on her arms.

"O.K., I have to admit that I didn't think that would happen, but all I am going to say is ewww.  You so have to start being more careful.  One of these days, you are going to get AIDS."

"Come on now.  What a way to bring me down off my high.  You are just jealous.  You need to either find that guy from the other night or get a new one and ride him all night long."  She raises her eyebrow and licks her lips.

After that, I get up and pace the room.  How did she know I was still thinking about him and can't get him out of my mind?  This is absolutely ridiculous.  I really wish I would have got his name.  Maybe if I had listened in on his conversation with the tow truck guy more, then I would have at least had that to go on.

Samantha gets up, "I'm hungry!  Let's get some food."  

"Let me take a quick shower first, I smell like smoke and alcohol.  You should too.  You smell like sex, drugs and alcohol."

"Alright, but hurry.  I'm hungry."  She rushes to the door and slams it shut behind her.

I take a quick shower and get dressed.  This time, I choose my little black dress.  That way, if we go in somewhere that is fancy, I don't look so out of place.  I hate it when people stare at me.  Just after I get my shoes on, Samantha knocks on the door.

I open it and she pushes inside, "I'm ready and you look good, girl."

"Yeah, I figured at least people won't be staring at me all day, like they did yesterday."

"Oh, men will.  You look really hot in that.  If I was a lesbian, I would be all over that in a heartbeat."

Picking up my purse, I shut the door behind me and we walk down to the lobby.  I guess she was right.  Half a dozen men's eyes follow my every step once I reach the front doors and walk out of the building.  When we start walking down the street, we get wolf calls from the construction crew across the street, but we keep walking.

We arrive at Luciano's Italian eatery and discover that we have to wait in line.  The maitre d' tells us that there is a fifteen minute wait.  Well worth it I think by the aromas coming from the kitchen.  One thing that is nice, is that they have a sitting area for people waiting.  

"I am so famished, I feel like my stomach is eating it's self."  Samantha looks pained, but tries to smile at me.

Frankly, if she gained a little weight she wouldn't have this problem, but she has always been this small.  When we were kids, she was the smallest one in the class and if someone picked on her I beat them up.  Now, she takes care of me more times then not.

"Yeah, me too.  My stomach is growling up a storm."  Just as I say it, it emits a loud thunderous growl. 

The man next to me laughs and smiles.  Once I notice him, I realize he is pretty handsome in his own right.  Dark brown hair cut to his jaw line, smokey grey eyes, and his face has a chiseled look about it.  

He turns to us more, "Say, you two don't look like you are from around here.  Might I take you around later to see the sights?"  I'm pretty sure that was his fancy way of saying, I want to fuck the both of you in a back alley somewhere.

"No thanks.  We have alot on our schedule today and we just stopped for lunch.  Thanks again though."

He smiles again.  This time I notice the crows feet when he does.  Samantha gives me a dirty look and nudges me.  

She leans close and whispers in my ear, "Why didn't you take him up on his offer?  I think he's hot and experienced.  I love older guys."

I elbow her in the stomach and emit an "ewww" sound, before the Maitre d' informs us that our table is waiting.

When we get to the table, I glance over at the woman next to us and she is staring at me like I'm a clown in the circus.  Samantha sees it and comments to her, "Stare much."

"Wow, I forgot how judgemental people are in the city.  Just because we are dressed like strippers, doesn't mean we are.  Even though technically she would be right."  Samantha laughs and sits down at our table.

I shake my head and laugh, "Samantha, I really don't know about you sometimes."

After I take my seat, the waiter arrives and serves us glasses of water.  Handing us the menus, he tells us about the specials and then leaves so we can decide what to order.

It takes us a couple of minutes, but then when we both decide what to have, we motion to the waiter that we are ready.  He strolls over and takes our orders.

"I will have the Seafood Linguini and a glass of red wine, please."  Samantha orders and then glances over to me.  

I hand the waiter my menu and order, "I think I will have the lasagna.  All the pictures look delectable, but especially the lasagna.  Yumm."

He collects Samantha's menu and nods, before leaving.

From the back, I notice that the waiter has a very nice physique and must work out alot.  With a sculpted butt and back and his arms, he seems to be popping out of his dress shirt.  Now I need a man like that.  Someone who can lift me up flawlessly and carry me anywhere he wants to.  Just like the stranger from the other night.

Somehow, I really don't think I will ever forget that night.  So erotic and dreamy.  Now if I ever see him again, I am going to have to see if the rest of him is as dreamy as those eyes.  All I remember from my dreams last night is those eyes and the feel of him on me.