a different night away part 1

Kay is one of a number of women in the office where I work. She works on my section so we sit opposite each other. Because of the type of work we do, we often travel to London for meetings together and about every other month we have to travel where an overnight stay is necessitated.

I say woman, she’s 23 but looks about 16. Very slight build, many at work think she’s borderline anorexic.
She about 5’4” and I guess a small size 8. Her best feature is her luxurious longish brown hair, which she highlights with blonde tints.

She often plays the “dumb blonde” but is smarter than she makes out. Kay does have a serious side but she can be really cheeky and loves winding people up.

On occasions she is a little flirtatious making it appear humorous. She admitted once that she sees me as a confidant and is often asking me opinions on question of a fairly personal nature.

On this occasion we were on one of our overnight stays and had gone out for a meal. We shared a bottle of wine over the dinner, and then went to a couple of pubs having a drink in each. I knew Kay wasn’t a drinker, she often got tipsy after only a couple of drinks. On this occasion we were back at the hotel just before 10 pm and she must have had at least 5 glasses during the evening. At Kay’s suggestion we had a drink in the hotel bar.


She was pretty giggly and making silly comments, it was clear she was intoxicated but seemed ok. After only a few minutes of joking around Kay slipped of her stool. Helping her up I asked if she was ok,
“I think I feel a bit woozy. I better go up to my room”
She was clearly unsteady on her feet and agreed to let me escort her up.

After a bit of staggering (the drink was plainly effecting her) we got to her room and she struggled opening the door. Taking her key, I got the door open, no sooner than the door was unlocked, Kay let out a wail and pushed past heading for the bathroom.
I could hear her throwing up so decided to wait to check she was OK.

After a few minutes I heard the toilet flush, then taps running. Kay came out looking a bit sheepish.
“Sorry about that. I’m not sure why I was ill, but I feel better now”
“Ok, I just thought I’d check you were Ok. I suggested she drink at least a glass of water in case she was poorly again, it helped having something inside.
She agreed then went back into the bathroom. “Shit” I heard her exclaim.

She came out waiving her hand cursing. “Look at my trousers, what a mess, I’ve got these to wear again tomorrow”
Despite her protests, she was clearly under the influence of drink, her words were a bit slurred and she was unsteady on her feet.

Looking at her trousers I could see they were marked probably where she knelt at the toilet bowl and had some wet areas which I guessed was some splashing from her recent throwing up.

Kay was clearly upset by the state of her trousers so I suggested I could help with cleaning them and that they should dry out easily using the trouser press. Suggesting she pop back into the bathroom to remove them. I expected her to come out with a towel around her so was a bit surprised when she casually walked out and handed me the trousers. Instead of covering her self with a towel she was just wearing a pair of short style knickers.

I took a double take but Kay seemed not to notice, she sat on the bed saying “Please do your best. I really need them for tomorrow”.

Taking the trousers into the bathroom I spent several minutes with a hotel face cloth and managed to clean off all the marks. I could hear Kay talking, correctly I guessed on the phone.
Leaving the bathroom I walked back into the bedroom and put the trousers into the press. They should be dry by the morning” I assured her. I think I cleaned them up Ok”.

“Aw thank you” she replied. “I really appreciate your helping me”
“Think nothing of it” I told her. That’s what friends are for, looking out for each other”

“Phew, that was a difficult call” she told me. She had been saying good night to her boyfriend and struggled to ensure she didn’t sound drunk.
“I dread to think what he would say if he knew” she commented.

“I think he would have more to say if he could see you” . I said with a laugh
Kay rolled of the bed to look in the mirror (she’s a bit vain). “Why, how do I look she asked concerned.
“You look great” I assured her, I just meant the fact you were sitting there in your undies!”
“I fuck! I just didn’t think. I hope I haven’t embarrassed you” she replied
“Not at all”. I assured her. “I’m not complaining, I just meant I’m sure Craig would have something to say if he knew you were standing there only half dressed”
“It will just have to be our secret then” she grinned impishly.
“Do you really think I look Ok” she asked posing in front of the mirror, lifting her blouse exposing a neat flat tummy.
“Of course you do silly” I can never understand what makes you think you don’t and as I can see more of you now than I have before I can see even less reason for complaint”

“But you say I’m fat at work”
“I’m sure you know I’m joking” I assured her. “Besides it’s not very PC to say how attractive you are”
“Am I”
“Of course”
“But you always take the piss out of me, sometimes you’re quite mean”
“As I said, it’s not very PC to tell a woman what you think” I explained, I suppose it’s a self-defence tactic, be detached and not show how I really felt, mocking you and the like. There were times when you were having a bad day or someone had been giving you a hard time, all I wanted to do was to give you a hug to make you feel better, but that would never be acceptable in a work environment and of course how would I know that you would take it the right way as a friendly gesture”

“Aww, that’s so sweet, thank you. I think I’d like you to hug me sometimes.”
“Ok I’ll remember that”
“Actually I’d like you to hug me now, that is, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind”
I helped Kay off the bed and as she stood before me, I put my arms around her holding gently and stroking her shoulder as she laid her head against me.

We must have stood for nearly a minute before she spoke. “Thanks, I think a hug is just what I needed”. “I feel so foolish, throwing up and all. And you’ve been so good to me, cleaning my trousers and everything”
“Like I said, that’s what friends are for, helping out in time of need”
“Oh yeah. I certainly NEED something now” Kay almost whispered
“If I can help I will” I told her
“Mmm, I’m not sure” she said hesitantly
I was still holding her “Do you think………..no it doesn’t matter”
“Oh come on, I encouraged “surely you can say what ever it is”
She raised her head and with her impish look said. “Can I have a kiss?”

I looked at her seriously, “I’m not sure. As much as I would like to, I don’t want to be seen to be taking advantage of you”
“Oh god” she exclaimed, “I’m only a bit tipsy I’m not that drunk.