There is something priceless about being a visitor in a small town. When the residents' day-to-day existence is typically comprised of seeing the same faces and no matter what they do, everyone seems to know about it, it's refreshing for them to have someone different to look at, to talk to and, in the case of the ladies in town, to flirt with. I found this out the first time I went hunting with my father-in-law in his hometown in western Nebraska, but learned to use it to my advantage as the years went on.
The previous year, I had hooked up with my wife's cousin's wife, Ashley, in the dead of night at her father-in-law's house, where I was staying with my father-in-law. We managed to pull off a secret rendezvous and had kept it a secret for almost a year. We'd been exchanging explicit emails, more so as the annual hunting trip drew nearer, but it had been a while since we'd exchanged x-rated pictures of ourselves. We'd sent a ton back and forth in the first few months after our night together, but not so many in more recent months. I really hadn't been thinking about it that much, partly because I had a very nice collection of pictures of her already, but mainly because I was more looking forward to seeing her in the flesh again. We were basically planning on following the same routine that had been so successful the previous year, only this time it wouldn't be a surprise to me.
I had also considered whether it would be feasible to hook up with anyone else while I was in town. Obviously, it would be extremely risky since I was traveling with my father-in-law, but with the attention I generally received during our few days in town, it was hard not to think about. I knew that as long as it was in the best interest of both parties to keep quiet about anything that happened, it could be done, but nobody came to mind immediately as a potential candidate. I figured I was pushing my luck by fucking Ashley, as it was, so I didn't waste too much mental energy on trying to arrange something else. As it turned out, sometimes it is better to just let the cards fall where they may.
During breakfast on Saturday morning, there was a young lady whom I didn't remember seeing on previous trips and whom I made eye contact with several times as we ate. She was working the grill at the restaurant while her younger sister waited the tables. She was definitely cute, with short, light-brown hair, nice-sized boobs and round, full ass. She wasn't big like Ashley, but she was bigger than her little sister, who barely had any meat on her bones. I guessed that she was between 18 and 20, at most. I didn't get the opportunity to talk to her, but, again, I didn't worry about it too much. Maybe I'd see her around, maybe I wouldn't. Either way, I was expecting to fuck Ashley later that night. I hadn't seen her yet, but I had no reason to believe that our plans had changed.
After an unseasonably warm day of hunting, we all showered, changed and met for dinner at a small restaurant in town. I recognized one of the other patrons as our waitress from that morning. A little while later, when I emerged from the bathroom, I found her waiting for me with a slip of paper.
"My sister wanted me to give you this," she said, handing me the paper. It was a phone number. She had called her sister to let her know that I was there and had been instructed to give me her phone number. I indicated the wedding ring on my finger and told her how I was with my father-in-law, so I couldn't call. I asked her to relay a message back to her sister telling her what I'd said and telling her where we were going after dinner, in case she wanted to drop by anyway. I figured this way if she knew my situation and was still interested, we could work out something discreet. I wasn't holding my breath.
A while later, as we sat in a bar drinking cheap domestic beer, I was surprised to see the young lady in question walk in. She definitely looked more dolled-up than she had that morning. Not only was her hair and make-up obviously done, she was wearing a short skirt, heels and a snug top that clearly showed the outline of her bra. We made eye contact while she made like she was looking for someone, then I got up and headed to the restroom. Outside the restroom and out of sight of my companions, we spoke for the first time.
"Any chance you can slip away from your father-in-law for a little while?" she asked, seeming a little unsure of herself.
"As long as you're okay with making it quick and keeping it quiet," I replied.
"Look," she said, "as it is, I can't get laid in this town without everyone knowing about it and, since I don't have a boyfriend, it would make me a slut anyway. I'd prefer that its quiet and I don't mind if it's quick as long as it's hot." She had me sold.
What an ideal situation. I wanted to have sex with her and not have anyone find out. She wanted to have sex with me and not have anyone find out. Granted, it was not going to be as simple as excusing myself and spending the night at her place. It would have to be brief and clandestine, but we were both on the same page and, as long as we both ended up satisfied, I was sure we'd both be content.
