Occasionally, my job will send me to conferences or multi-day trainings. We don't get put up in the Ritz or anything, but I'm pretty friendly with the office manager so she'll usually pick out a pretty nice hotel. This particular trip, I was going to spend a couple nights in a city about 45 minutes away, just far enough that they'd foot for a hotel. I was booked for a room on a high rise (at least for our area) hotel on the 24th floor.
After I got home from work, I was finishing packing to drive down. As I was packing the last of my toiletries I got a message from Karina.
"Hey, didn't you say you were in Springfield for training the next couple days?"
"Yep, staying in the Marquette actually. Nice to be on good terms with the office manager!" I messaged back.
A few minutes later I got another message. "Want some company? I just so happen to be off the next couple days, and I hear the Marquette has private balconies," she said, adding a devil emoji at the end for good measure.
"I could never say no to that," I messaged back.
"Great! I'll meet you in their restaurant on the top floor at 7 tonight. I'll make sure to wear something you'll like :)," she sent back.
I finished packing and said goodbye to my family. When I kissed my wife she grabbed my ass and whispered, "Don't have too much fun." I don't know if she knew somehow or just assumed I'd be having some fun, but either way she wasn't wrong.
The drive seemed like it took forever, mainly due to the anticipation. I checked in and took my bags up to my room. It was about 6:45 by the time I got settled, so I headed up to the restaurant to get a table. It was a nicer place than I usually care to go, but I fit in fine with my business casual I still had on from work. After a few minutes, Karina came through the door.
She was wearing a short little black dress, it was skin tight on her and when she turned to talk to the hostess I could see it was a corset back. It was just barely long enough to cover her ass. Damned if it wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever seen her wear.
As she walked up I got up to pull her chair out for her, I'm all about women being strong and independent but I still think chivalry is a good thing.
"You look amazing," I said.
"Thanks, and you clean up well yourself," she said with a smile. I was just wearing a black polo with khakis, but she'd really never seen me in anything other than casual wear. Well, except for when we'd gone to prom in high school I guess. She sat down as I pushed her chair in, and I sat back down next to her. I didn't want to sit across from her, much less intimate that way, so I sat on the side to the left if her.
"So," I said, "how'd you manage to get away? Stick Daryl with the kid?"
"Oh no," she laughed, "she's at her grandparents house through the weekend."
"Speaking of your parents," I asked, "How have they been?" Her parents absolutely adored me when we'd dated and even after, and I'd always liked them.
"Oh, they've been good," she said. "Still living in the same house. They've been retired for awhile now and they're definitely enjoying it. They'll take her every chance they get. I'm sure they'd DIE if they knew what was going on between us."
"Ya, I'm sure your mom especially would be in shock. Remember when you started dating Matt and she told you she really liked me?" I asked with a laugh.
"Oh, I wanted to kill you. Not that it was your fault, but ya," she chuckled. "Matt was a piece of shit so looking back I get where she was coming from, but still."
Our server came and took our order, I put it on separate checks so I could get mine reimbursed and pay for hers separately. She did the usual jockeying to pay for herself but I insisted. As we finished dinner, she grabbed my hand and put it on her thigh under the table. Not surprisingly, it was silky smooth. I ran my hand up her thigh and she sighed in pleasure.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "let's go out to my car, I have some things to bring in."
"Oh, planning on staying?" I asked.
"You bet, I'm taking full advantage of the opportunity," she responded. Well, this was even better than I'd expected.
We walked out to her car and I grabbed here two small suitcases.
"Moving in?" I joked.
"Well," she responded, "one is clothes, the other is for fun."
I raised my eyebrow.
"What, you don't have any toys?" She retorted.
"Oh, we do, you just piqued my curiosity," I said with a smile.
We made our way up to the room and got her settled as well. She reached into the "fun" suitcase and pulled out a bottle of Blanton's Single Barrel and a highball glass. Not an incredibly expensive bourbon but one of the better ones I've tried. She knew me well.
She held them up and asked with a grin, "up for bourbon and a blowjob?"
"If I ever say no to that, please shoot me," I answered with a smile.
She poured me some bourbon, neat as I prefer it. I find that ice just muddles the flavors. I'll have it on the rocks every now and then, but I figure neat gives you the flavor the distiller really wanted you to taste. As I took a sip, she ran her hand lightly across my groin.
"Let's go out to the balcony," she whispered in my ear.
I followed her out and took a seat in one of the chairs of the little bistro set they had on the balcony. We weren't quite on the top floor, but we were high enough that we had relative privacy and a view of the city.
She sat on my lap and kissed me, I kissed her back and we proceeded to make out for a few minutes. She stopped and looked me in the eyes with a passion you can only really understand when you see the look.
"I have something I want to ask you," she said.
"Go ahead," I said.
"So, Daryl and I actually got married at the courthouse. Didn't make a big deal of it, basically only told family, but we just wanted to make it official. I thought I was done having kids with my daughter, but Daryl and I started trying after you and I had our fun last time, and even more so after we got married. I'm ovulating right now, and that's part of the reason I wanted to spend these days with you. Call it baby fever. We found out his sperm count is low enough that our chances aren't good. He is a bit older than us so I wasn't shocked, just a little disappointed"
"Okay..." I responded.