I resist the urge to open my eyes to see what the room service guy looks like. If he catches me looking at him, I'll have to cover up. I can't be that forward. I don't want to ruin your fun. Besides, it's starting to become a little of my fun too. He sounds young. You two talk about a game that was on TV last night. I lie still. The more that time passes the more that I convince myself that you both are stalling so he can look at me. You tell him that I flew in last night, that I am exhausted. You pretend like you just noticed that my breast is exposed. You ask if it's ok. He assures you that it is. I almost chuckle at that one. You tell him about how we're only together for a day before we both have to fly out to different destinations. He asks what we are going to do.You tell him that we'll probably just stay in. He laughs and says, "I don't blame you. That's exactly what I would do." I'm smiling inside. He seems like a nice guy. I imagine him as cute, latin, maybe 20-25 years old. He stays professional and excuses himself to make more deliveries. I hear the door click as he leaves. I can smell the coffee on the tray now.
The next sensation is the feeling of the sheet slowly sliding down my body. I lie still while I feel your eyes tracing their way up and down me. It's been a long time since we were together. You've done hard things for us. I owe you to let you enjoy me any way you want. I hear you pour your coffee and can feel your presence as you stand at the foot of the bed, staring.