(The events in this story take place shortly after the events in "Church Lady". )
After the unexpected liaison with Ava in the church kitchen and laundry room, I worried that she might say something to her husband, or worse, to my wife. But days, then weeks passed without any indication that anything had happened. Ava would have been a hell of a poker player because the never betrayed the slightest indication that our friendly but platonic relationship had, that one afternoon, become a passionate, sexual one.
When I would see her on Sunday, she would sometimes smile and nod to me as she always had. And other times she would be talking with others not giving a glance in my direction. Once a month or so, at about the same frequency as before, we would chat in a small group or alone at the crowded coffee hour after services. Although our chat was about family and church activities, as it always had been, I thought I detected a secret little smile and a flash of extra emotion in her beautiful brown eyes. And I managed to stifle any twinge of guilt on the rare occasions that I saw and said hello to her husband. I had long since reconciled myself to the dormant state of my sex life with my wife. Once or twice a month we would have our tame, almost scripted few minutes. It was nice, but hardly what I had dreamed my adult sex life would be. And so I never really felt any guilt that I had availed myself of a dream opportunity when it presented itself. And although I would have jumped at the chance to have another liaison, I knew that chance might never come. I was just happy no damage had been done.
That is until one day when my wife and I were asked to attend a national church conference in Philadelphia. It sounded like a pretty tame long weekend of meetings and dinners, but other couples had taken their turns attending and most of the expenses were paid for by the church, so why not? Then my wife mentioned that she had talked to Ava and that she and her husband would be attending as well. Suddenly, my interest in the conference peaked. Playing it cool, I asked about the hotel and travel plans. We had to handle our own flight, but the church had already booked a room for us in hotel where the conference was taking place.
The date approached and soon we were checking in to the big hotel along with hundreds of others from across the country. I hadn't spoken to Ava before we left and just assumed we would see her and her husband at some of the meetings or dinners. My wife and I were unpacking in our room when her cellphone rang. It was her sister in New Jersey. Her husband had a sudden case of appendicitis. Could my wife come and stay with her kids? My wife repacked, quickly made arrangements to rent a car, kissed me on the cheek, and was on her way before I knew it. So now I had three nights alone in Philly. I knew that somewhere in the hotel Ava and her husband would be unpacking and heading down to the welcoming reception. I thought I might as well head down there myself. At least I could steal glances at Ava's sexy shape.
I was about to leave my room when I heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw nothing. I opened the door and saw no one. I looked up and down the empty hallway and heard another knock. It was coming from inside the room. Until that moment I hadn't noticed the door to an adjoining room. I cautiously unlocked the door and opened it. There was Ava!
"Hi, Ava," I said. "What a nice surprise!" I looked around behind her. "Where's Tony?"
Ava smiled. "Tony couldn't get coverage at the restaurant, so he couldn't come. I'm here alone."
It was my turn to smile. I was in a strange city for three nights with the sexiest woman I could imagine and we had not one, but two hotel rooms to ourselves. I told her that my wife had left a few minutes ago on a family emergency and that I was alone too. The electricity in the air was almost too much to bear.
We sat down across from each other in my room. Ava told me that it had been hard to put our previous amorous adventure out of her mind, but that she had to for the sake of her marriage, her family, and her reputation. I told her I understood and felt the same way. With a quiver in her voice she said how excited she was about the opportunity we now had, but how careful we would have to be. I agreed and we began to plan how we would take maximum advantage of the time while "keeping up appearances". Ava suggested that we go down to the welcoming reception and then come back to our rooms separately so that no one would associate us as being together. Then we could each order room service dinner, separately of course, and enjoy the evening.
So we closed and locked the interconnecting doors between the rooms. She went downstairs first and I went down after ten minutes. The lobby was jammed with people and so was the large ballroom where the conference registration and welcoming reception were taking place. I signed in and got my packet of materials. I registered for a couple of mid-morning meetings and grabbed a bottle of water from a long table. At the other end of the table I saw Ava. She had her packet of materials and was talking to an older lady. We made eye contact for the briefest of moments. Then I headed out of the crowded room and out onto the busy city sidewalk. Spotting a liquor store across the street, I walked over and bought a bottle of wine, then headed back up to my room.
Once there I took off my tie, washed up, and opened the bottle of wine. As I did, I heard my phone go off. It was a text from my wife. Her brother-in-law was ok, but she would be staying in New Jersey until he came home, probably next day, possibly the day after. Then came a knock on the door to the adjoining room. I opened it to see Ava, still dressed in her "church clothes", a flower print dress that hugged her generous curves and exposed the smallest hint of cleavage. I told her about the text and invited her in. She said she was going to get more comfortable and told me to do the same.
A minute later Ava came through the door wearing a shortie nightshirt. She walked straight into my arms and kissed me deeply. I felt how warm she was as my hands caressed her back up and down. I could feel her bra and panties through the thin cotton and pulled her closer to me. My head was spinning. We sat down on the sofa and poured two glasses of wine. Between kisses and gentle caressing of each other's face we talked for the first time about our first episode of passion.
