We Can Make It the Time

Leslie was extremely excited to finally meet Mel for the first time.  She had been dreaming about this moment for what seemed to her to be an eternity.  She waited for him to arrive in the hotel lobby even though she had already checked in. They had discussed together that since her flight was scheduled to land earlier than his, she would just wait in their room.  But, since their phone service was expectedly terrible, she thought it’d be better to just meet Mel in front in case of any complications.

 

A few hours went by and Leslie needed to use the ladies’ room.  The woman at the front desk directed Leslie to the left side of the building, but advised her the bathroom in her room might be more suitable.  That’s probably true, but I want to wait for Mel, she thought and went into the restroom.

 

Mel came in through the main door lugging in a big suitcase and headed straight for the front desk.  Since Leslie had checked in earlier, a lot of the time-consuming processes had already been taken care of.

 

Leslie exited the bathroom disturbed that such a facility was presented to the general public to use, and hoped that her personal bathroom wouldn’t be so disgusting.  While she headed up the elevator, Mel received his room card key and first went to the men’s restroom on the other side of the building.  Like Leslie, when he saw the conditions of the restroom, he decided to head for the one in his room.

 

While on the toilet, Leslie thought it might as well have been best to kill two birds with one stone since Mel hadn’t arrived yet.  She prepared to poop, pulled out her phone, connected to the hotel’s Wi-Fi, and opened Instagram.  Just as she was playing a loud video, her hotel room door was opened, but she didn’t hear it.  Mel entered their room and immediately smelled a foul odor, but dismissed it because it wasn’t the first odor he smelled that day.  He saw other bags that weren’t his and heard giggling in another room.  He wondered if Leslie knew he was there.  If not, his plan was to scare her. He decided to connect to the hotel Wi-Fi and send her a message lying that he was delayed. He followed the sounds to the bathroom and waited for confirmation that she got his message, as well as her reaction.

 

“Oh my god…” she groaned and sighed aloud.  Mel waited a few seconds and jumped inside to catch her off guard by making a loud, monstrous noise.

 

Leslie, still on the toilet in a vulnerable state, screamed at the sudden appearance of this strange man. As he started laughing, she realized who he was and yelled at him to get out of the bathroom.

 

“Wow, after all this time, you finally see me and you tell me to leave?” he complained as he walked down the hallway.

 

“Mel, I’m pooping right now!  Stop being stupid!”

 

“Oh, so you want me to leave and now I’m stupid, too?”

 

“Oh my god!”  Leslie was beginning to feel exasperated.  “I’m, like, half naked right now!  This is not the time!”

 

“Ooh,” he voiced in a suggestive tone, walking back in her direction.  “Maybe we can make it the time.”

 

“No, oh my god!”  Leslie quickly finished up, rushed to the sink, and washed her hands.  Mel slithered his way into the doorway of the bathroom, not to do anything, just to look at her.

 

“You don’t like me?” he asked in a slow, soft voice, knowing the answer.

 

“I do.  I just- This isn't how I wanted our first interaction to be. Can’t we... just meet each other first?”

 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, enjoying seeing her uncomfortable.  “I was kidding. Well… not really, but, yeah.”

 

“Move, move. You’re blocking the door. I can’t get out,” Leslie shooed him.

Mel thought about questioning what right she had to order him around like that, but let it go because he found her cute when she was flustered.

 

After an hour or two of talking, watching Netflix, and mocking local TV programs, the pair felt sufficiently comfortable, went to bed, and had sex for the first time.*

 

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*At another time I may or may not write smut chapters in a separate story post.