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Last Night in El Paso

Date: 5/24/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: Hannah_Jones, Rating: 35, Source: LushStories

with my own kind. Now that I was getting ready for bed, I was thirsty for a soda. The soda machine was down at the end of the hall, and I didn’t want to get dressed, so I wrapped my robe around my naked body, grabbed a dollar from my purse and barefooted my way down the hall. On the way back to my room with a nice cold can of 7-up in my hand, I reached my free hand into the pocket of my robe for the keycard to my room. Then suddenly I stopped and rummaged my hand around inside the pocket, only to realize that I had neglected to take the damn keycard with me. “Fuck! I’m locked out!” I cussed as I stood helplessly outside my room. Even though it was late at night, I really didn’t want to take the elevator down to the lobby to get another keycard from the front desk dressed the way I was. But I had no choice. So I did what I had to do. But, after I reached the front desk, the person working behind it was in a grouchy mood and she insisted that I had to show my ID to prove I was who I said I was in order to get another keycard. We argued back and forth until she threatened to call security and have me tossed out of the hotel. At that point I had no idea of what to do. I felt like such an idiot to be hanging around the lobby wearing nothing but a robe. Then I remembered Clark in room 707. I hoped he was still up when I tapped lightly on his door. About thirty seconds after I knocked, he opened the door and all he had on was his boxer shorts. “Oh, Clark, I am sorry for intruding. ... Did I wake you?” “Hannah. What a surprise. You didn’t wake me. I’ve been up the whole time,” he answered. Then he took a good long look at me standing there in my white cotton robe and smiled. “So you changed your mind about the nightcap?” he asked, misinterpreting my reason for standing there. “Uh, actually, I locked myself out of my room and the bitch at the front desk is giving me a hard time about granting me a new keycard,” I explained feeling like a total idiot. “Hmm, that’s quite a pickle you got yourself into. Why don’t you come inside?” “Thanks.” He widened the door to let me through and I glanced around when he shut the door behind me. I noticed the comforter on his bed was pulled down and the sheets a little disheveled and the bed pillows stacked up against the headboard. The TV was on, so I surmised that he was laying on his bed watching TV when I interrupted him. “Did I get you away from your TV show? You can go back to watching it if you like,” I said to him. “No, I wasn’t all that interested in it,” he said and clicked it off with the remote. “Why don’t you have a seat at the table and I’ll pour us a glass of Scotch.” “I guess I could use a drink after what I had been through,” I answered and pulled out a chair next to the glass top table. I sat, folding one leg over the other and sat in a lady-like manner while Clark grabbed two glasses and filled them half full of Scotch. He handed me one, then clanked his glass to mine, toasting to a better night ahead. “I’ll ...