"Oh, yeah," she breathed. "That's so much better..."
Lori had just removed her shoes, skirt, stockings, blouse and bra. She retrieved an oversized sweatshirt from her suitcase and pulled that on over her panties, then settled back into the stuffed chair between the bed and the door to wait for 10:00. "As usual," she thought. "I must be a glutton for punishment!"
Despite the recent problems with their marriage, or perhaps because of them, David and Lori had kept up the practice of IM'ing each other when she was out of town on business, as she often was. It was much cheaper than the phone, as long as the hotel had a computer in the room. Lately, she dreaded their communications. They usually turned into bouts of accusations and thinly veiled threats, and left them both angry and unsatisfied. Face-to-face talks were no better.
This last few months had been unsettling for her. Lori had suspected David of cheating on her when she was out of town, after finding a woman's name and address in his shirt pocket. He'd acted defensive when she inquired about it, then got angry. He eventually tried to deflect the blame from himself by accusing her of the same thing.
"Huh! I wish!" she thought, as she gazed wistfully at the bed. It occurred to her once again that that might be just what she needed. At 26, at what should be the prime of her life, she sometimes felt like she was 60!
* * *
This was Lori's third overnight trip in the last three months since she had taken on the new position of District Sales Manager, and unfortunately, her first with Henry, her boss. He was a lecherous fool! After she had made it abundantly clear that she would tolerate no funny business from him, he had pretty much ignored her tonight as they sat in the hotel bar, instead hitting on every unaccompanied female in the room. He finally connected with one, a rather mousy-looking alcoholic with bad breath, and invited her to their table. Thankfully, he eventually convinced her to go up to his room. As he left, he winked at Lori. Gads!
She settled back into the booth to finish her drink. Suddenly a melodic voice from over her shoulder said, "I thought he'd never leave." As Lori turned to look, an attractive middle-aged man slid into the opposite side of the booth.
"I'm getting ready to leave," she said flatly, not in the mood for company, especially not a man twenty years older than herself.
"You can't," he said. "I just ordered another Tom Collins for you."
She looked him right in the eye. "That doesn't mean I have to drink it," she said. He laughed, a low, resonant laugh, and nodded at her.
"You're right. But then how in the world would you ever get to know me, if not for the barrier-dissolving properties of alcohol?"
Lori considered for a moment. Okay, she told herself. She decided she really did crave some company other than her lecherous boss, and this guy, other than being a bit presumptuous, seemed easy to talk to, not to mention being easy on the eyes! She also had over an hour and a half before David and she were to IM each other. She was tired, and she knew she couldn't take a bath for an hour and a half, and still remain awake for their talk. "One drink," she stated, and he smiled broadly.
During the next hour he completely charmed her with stories of his wife and kids, his job as a sportscaster, and his philosophies on life, which, remarkably, were pretty much in line with hers. He also kept her glass full, and she eventually agreed to dance with him.
The music was live piano music, perfect for dancing slow, and there were a few couples already on the floor. During the first song he held her left hand high, his left on her waist. When they began the second dance, she put both arms around his neck, and told him that this was how she was used to dancing. He laughed softly and said, "Oh, not like the couple on top of the wedding cake?" Then he slid his hands around her waist.
"I don't know that couple," she deadpanned. It certainly didn't fit her and David.
By the third dance Lori had let her head rest on his shoulder, and by the fourth his hands were dropping lower and lower, until they rested on the tops of her ass cheeks. At that point she decided things were getting out of hand and disentangled herself from him.
"I need to go," she said, realizing she was becoming drunk. He raised his eyebrows questioningly, and she told him she always talked to her husband at 10:00.
"Will you be back?" he asked, leading her back to the booth, where she leaned over and downed the last of her drink. She told him no, that she was going to get into bed, and his eyebrows went up again.
"Yes, alone," Lori laughed, in answer to his unasked question. "Goodnight, and thank you for a wonderful evening." She left the bar.
* * *
Now she was waiting patiently for 10:00 and the online call she both dreaded and looked foward to, but she couldn't get the handsome stranger out of her mind. She let her hands wander to her breasts, swallowed up though they were in the sweatshirt, and began to trace circles around each nipple, as she imagined him doing the same thing. "Ummmm, that would be nice," she thought to herself, and her nipples responded accordingly.
Lori's breasts weren't big, as she was tall and thin, but they had always been extremely sensitive, and she could usually bring herself to orgasm if she fondled them long enough. Tonight she was well on her way! She thought of the impressive bulge in the stranger's slacks as they danced, though he made a point of not pressing it into her. That made it all the more exciting; the little brushes with it, and its hardness! She let one hand drop to her belly, and slipped it down over the top of her panties onto her mound.
The reaction was electric! Her clit was already hard, the lips swollen around it. She began to stroke them softly through the material. "Ohhhhhhh," she breathed, as she spread her legs.
*ding!*
Damn! It was David! Feeling a combination of frustration and like she'd been caught by the hall monitor, Lori raced over to the computer desk. She clicked on and read his first message.
David says: hey. give me 5 minutes. Donnie doesn't want to go to bed.
She groaned. "God," she thought, "In five more minutes I could have had myself screaming!" Oh well, at least she didn't have to deal with their 3 year-old tonight. David could handle this. She padded back to the stuffed chair, but before she could sit there was a knock at the door.
She walked to the door. "Who is it?" she called, and heard a familiar voice.
"The big bad wolf," it said, and laughed. Lori opened the door slightly, as far as the security bar would allow, and smiled at her friend from the bar. He looked around comically and said, "Is your husband gone?"
She laughed. "No," she said. "He's busy right this minute. He's calling back in a couple of minutes."
He smiled and said, "Okay. I just wanted to give you this." He handed her his business card through the opening and said, "I thought you might want to know who you were falling for tonight. I'd sure like to know your name."
Lori turned the card over in my hand. "Well, Marshall, my name is Lori. With an 'i'," she added. "If you wait a moment, I'll give you one of my cards." She left the door ajar and turned to get one of hers from her purse when she heard it:
*ding*
"Just a minute!" she yelled to Marshall, as she ran back to the computer.
David says: 5 more...
Shit! Talk about being torn between two men! She was a human ping-pong ball, running back and forth! Lori went back to the bedside table and pulled a card from her purse. She returned to the door and handed it out through the opening, but no one was there to take it.
"Marshall?"
Where the hell did he go, so fast? she thought. She shut the door, pulled the security bar back, and reopened it to look down the hall. As she did, he swept through the open door and took her in his arms dramatically, kissing her as he walked her backwards. His foot kicked the door shut.
