***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some aspects of this story seem a little implausible, but please keep in mind that it was only exaggerated for comedic purposes of the story.
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HOTEL ROOM
George didn't want to get out of bed. He wanted to stay where he was for the rest of the day. Sarah, on the other hand, was ready to leave; she got what she wanted from George and had to get back to work. As soon as they were done fooling around, she wasted no time going to the bathroom to wash the cum off her tits. Afterwards, she went back to pick her clothes off the floor so she could get dressed and get back to work. She was not the type to stick around with a man and cuddle or have meaningless pillow talk; she liked to get fucked and move on until next time.
"You could call your office and say you need the rest of the day off, and we can make a day of it here," he said.
"Trust me, I would love to," she replied as she got her underwear on. "But I need to get back to work for a meeting, and you need to get back to doing all the things you lawyers do to ruin other people's lives."
"We bathe in the tears of the innocent," he joked.
He watched Sarah get herself ready. She was a stunning woman with long blonde hair, the face of a supermodel, and a slim body with perfect C-cup tits. She was so sexy standing there in her sexy black underwear, and he was getting hard again looking at her. Sarah saw this and couldn't help laughing a little; it was a funny sight to see a man lying naked in bed with a full erection standing straight up.
"Don't even think about it, mister," she told him.
"Why not? We have time."
"No, we don't."
"Well, I do; I've got people covering for me at the firm," he replied. "But you're right; it's time to go."
He got out of bed and picked up his clothes from the floor. They always seem to scatter their clothing everywhere whenever they get together like this. Sarah always got dressed first, so he wished she would pick up his clothes for him so he wouldn't be looking for them everywhere; he suggested this before, but she reminded him that she wasn't his wife and he could pick up his own clothes.
After they got dressed, Sarah went to fix her hair and makeup in the bathroom. As she was applying her lipstick, she heard George cursing and running around the room. She quickly finished her lipstick and went to see what was going on. She found the bed sheets and pillows tossed around the room and saw George on the floor, frantically looking for something under the bed.
"Is everything alright?" she asked.
"No, nothing is alright," he answered while in a panicked state. "I can't find it; it's gone."
"What's gone?"
George stood up and held up his left hand. "My wedding ring is gone."
"What?"
"My wedding ring is gone!" he yelled. "I looked down on my hand noticed it was missing."
Sarah walked up to him and grabbed his hand to look at the tan line on his ring finger.
"Where did it go?" she asked.
"I have no idea! That's why I'm trying to look for it!"
"Ok, calm down."
"I can't calm down; I lost my wedding ring. I don't know how I'm supposed to explain this to Jenny if I can't find it."
Sarah decided to help George search for the ring. He was glad because an extra pair of eyes could help him find something so small. They searched every corner of the room, behind every object that it could possibly be. They both used the flashlights on their smartphones to look under the bed and in dark places they couldn't see. They even looked in impossible places, such as the closet or the bathroom, just in case it somehow got flung into those areas. They even checked the drawers in the nightstands and the dresser, but still found nothing.
They looked over every possible location two or three times, and George was getting more frustrated by the second. He thought very hard about what he might have missed, and that's when he grabbed Sarah's purse and turned it upside down to shake out all of its contents on the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled at him.
"I thought maybe you accidentally picked it up without thinking about it or maybe it flew into your purse somehow," he replied as he rummaged through all the items that fell out of the purse.
"You think it might have flown in there?" she asked.
"I'm just trying to think of what we might have missed."
George was very upset, and Sarah thought he might be on the verge of crying, so she helped him look around the items that fell out of her purse to make him feel better. As she expected, the ring was not there.
"It's not here either--HEY! What are you doing now?" She cried out.
George surprised her as he began unbuttoning her blouse, and she had to smack his hands away.
"This is not the time to fuck again," she said.
"I thought it might be in your bra," he said.
"Why would it be there?" she asked feeling very annoyed.
"I thought maybe it my ring flung off and landed on your bra and somehow got caught in the fabric."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I ever head."
"I know it sounds ridiculous but we checked everywhere else. So please, let me just check your bra."
"Ugh," she replied, feeling frustrated with George. "Fine, but you better not have an ulterior motive for getting my top off again."
She took off her blouse and then her bra. George didn't even bother looking at her naked tits; he just grabbed the bra and began looking around it. Sarah was relieved he wasn't just trying to have sex with her again, but she felt insulted that he didn't even bother looking at her tits.
After checking the bra, George handed it back to Sarah, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to sulk. Sarah put her clothes back on and put all the items that spilled out of her purse back in there. As she did this, she saw how upset George was and felt bad for him again.
"Are you sure it was on your hand when you came here?" Sarah asked. "Maybe it fell off your finger sometime before you came here."
"You think they fell off of these stubby fingers?" he asked as he held up his hand again to show her what he was talking about.
"Your fingers aren't that big."
"They're big enough that the ring can never just fall off randomly."
"But do you specifically remember seeing it on your finger when you came here?" she asked.
"No, not exactly."
"Do you recall the last time you saw it on your finger?"
George thought hard. "No, it's one of those things that's been around so long you don't pay attention to it all that often."
"Then, for all you know, it must've come off long before you got here."