An Indian Princess - Part 2

The flight attendant had just accepted my invitation to get together after the flight, and we did so. Since neither had check-in luggage, we walked the concourse together - talking all the way. She caught the shuttle to her hotel (sadly, it was not my hotel), and I grabbed my rental car. After a quick check-in at my hotel, I made a beeline to her hotel. They were only about 10 minutes apart. I called her from the lobby (her request), and we arranged to connect. She came to the lobby and went to my car (I had parked in the check-in lane of her hotel). I had asked her if she would bring her swimsuit, and verified that she had. In the car we went, and down the road we went. I asked what she'd like to do, and suggested a drink. We stopped for a quick one, and then returned to the car. I asked if she'd like to do a quick pool visit at my hotel, and she said "Great!" We took the few minute drive to the hotel and went to my room. Because I frequent the hotel, they're usually very good to me. On check-in, they offered me an upgrade to a whirlpool suite. Naturally, I accepted, since the pool area in some hotels often gets crazy with amateur travelers. The whirlpool room gives me options for relaxing. We went to my room, she dropped her bag, and we looked at each other. I approached her slowly and deliberately. As I entered her "personal space," she did not back up or try to stop me. That was a great sign. I simply leaned forward, placing my lips to her right ear, and said, "I'm really glad you're here!" She replied with a breathy "I am too, but I'm kind of nervous!" I assured this lovely, dark-skinned woman she had nothing to fear, and that I was just glad we could have some alone time. No rushing, like some men are inclined to do, for that would've certainly ruined the mood. I simply stepped back one pace, took her left hand, and gently kissed her fingertips. I felt her hand and arm relax, and knew we were going to be O.K. To Be Continued . . .