I read in the car as I wait for him to get off work. My iPod buzzes with a rotating array of rock. As soon as I planned this 'impromptu trip,' I had known what I would wear: my burgundy angora sweater. In this sweater, I give Jane Russell a run for her cleavage. I'm also wearing a soft white skirt, black 40's-style silk stockings (the kind with the seam in the back that requires garters), burgundy heels, red bra and panties. Burgundy nails and stained lips complete the set. Honey hair, reminiscent of Veronica Lake's peek-a-boo, hampers my reading, but it's hard to concentrate anyway.
I pick the day that his wife normally works late. I watch a few people go in his office, and more come out. This is beginning to seem like a huge waste of time.
The phone lies on the dashboard with his phone number already programmed. Although I love talking with him, it's something we rarely do. When you're having an affair with someone who's invested in their marriage, ringing them anytime is something you cannot get away with. I'm not looking to be his wife. I'm looking to add, to share.
A red fingernail presses 'send'. As it rings, I think, Watch, he's not even at work today. He's playing golf, or sailing.
"Hello." He always seems hesitant when he first answers.
"Hi." I hold my breath.
"Are you at work?"
"Not for very much longer."
Then I see him. "You look good. But a little tired."
"Tell me about it."
"Just did." I gather my courage and say, "May I see you?"
"That would be a trick."
"Call me Houdini. Turn to the right." He does. He smiles like a dog getting scratched. His loosened tie flutteres in the wind. I wave, and look down at the ground, and watch him at the edge of my vision, wanting to make eye contact, but still a little fearful of it.
I want to touch him, but this is not the place. He seems to know everyone at his place of work and everyone knows he is married with kids.
"What are you doing here?"
"Writers' conference, but the real answer is you. Can we go somewhere for a little while?" In my head the answer is always yes, but in reality, life does its own thing.
"For a little while."
"I'm staying at the Best Western."
~ We meet in the hotel lobby and go straight to the elevator.
Once the doors close, I say, "I thought about telling you I was coming, to try and make it easier on you, but as you can tell, I went another way."
He kisses me. The first one is short, but each kiss is a little longer.
As the doors open, I say, "Surprised?"
"Yes."
Once in the room, I ask if he needs to make any calls. He does. I try to not really listen. At the end of the conversation, he's gained a couple of hours of free time."How did the conference go?"
"Writey." I come closer. He can smell the light vanilla with a mixture of floras in my perfume. I put my hand on his thigh, lean close, almost touching my lips to his ears and whisper, "Fuck me."
My hand on his thigh moves up, finger teasing the outline of his cock in his dickies.
"Please." I say his name, kissing his neck gently. The smell of him, the taste. Kind of salty wild.
He grabs both my breasts with his hands and gives them a squeeze, almost too hard. He goes to kiss me, but I withdraw and smile wickedly as I stand in front of him a few feet away. I laugh as I quickly lift my shirt. The burgundy sweater has buttons, which only now I feel are too small to undo with ease and grace. To fill time, I speak, "I've been waiting for this for such a long time."
Just two more buttons to go. I turn my back and look over the shoulder I've revealed. I change shoulders and flip my hair to the other side. I wink and smile, as I kiss the air in his direction.
I turn to face him once more and toss him the sweater. He catches it. It is lovely to see him enjoy himself. I take hold of both my breasts and grab aggressively, lifting one and then the other. My tongue licks my lips before it licks my creamy breast, while I'm half giggling and trying to not blush.
I slowly undo the zipper of the white flounce skirt and step out of it. Leaving only the dark red heels and black stockings, garter and matching bra.
"Come here," he commands, and I obey.
I stand before him. His dark intense eyes on me.
"Be a good girl and lay down."I walk to the side of the bed and lay down, wondering what he will do, what he wants.
"Touch yourself."I've never pleasured myself while someone else watched. I've done other outrageous things, but not this.
I consider saying, "No," to see what he will do, and he sees it on my face and gives me a look. I spread my legs more than I would have to, so he can see what I cannot without a mirror. He positions himself for a better view.
~ I bite my lower lip and pull it out slow. My right hand goes up along my side as my left hand caresses my breast. A red finger glides across my belly, between my breasts, along my neck. My mouth parts as a red fingertip enters my waiting mouth. A wet finger finds its way to the place between my open legs. My hand cups my puss, as a finger dips in to my wet deepness. Slowly my finger eases in and out, causing my carnal hunger to grow.My whole body becomes warm.
Painted fingers run across my pink folds. The tip of my middle finger stops at my blooming clitoris.
My other hand pinches my willing nipples, making them peak.
My eyes shut, as my finger slides along, dipping in, enjoying the sensations.
