** This story follows on from School Disco Sex- but can be read as a stand alone story. **
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One break time, Emma and Jon were sat outside his classroom in the sunshine having a cup of coffee. Emma did worry about it looking suspicious, but it was the first nice day they'd had for ages so they decided to risk it.
"Any plans for the weekend?" Jon asked casually. It was killing him being so close to her, but unable to even touch her incase someone saw them. Emma sipped her coffee, using her hand to shield the sun from her eyes.
"Rob's taking the kids to the football tomorrow, there's some big match on?" Emma shrugged, she knew nothing about football. Jon laughed, it wasn't just any match, it was the Premier League semi final!
"But that's what Rob's doing... what are you doing?" Jon asked.
Emma blushed, "Oh. Actually I was going to go into the city with them and do some window shopping while they're watching the game."
"Yeah? So you've got a bit of time to yourself then on Saturday?"
Emma raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm sure I could get out of the house for a couple of hours... maybe I could meet you somewhere?"
Emma shook her head, "What if someone sees us together?"
Jon shrugged, "We'll just say we bumped into each other. We are allowed to see each other outside of work."
"Ok, but we need to make it look innocent. It can't look like we planned to meet up. What if I casually wait in Starbucks - the one by the stadium- around 11am, and you just happen to walk in?"
Jon laughed at how much she was over thinking it. "Sounds good. We can go window shopping together."
On Saturday, Emma's husband Rob drove their family into the city for the big match. The kids were excited and had bought along their scarves and flags to wave. Outside the stadium, Emma gave the kids a hug and Rob gave her a curt kiss on the cheek before she made the short walk into the town.
She ordered a latte with a blueberry muffin and sat at a table in the window to wait. She didn't have to wait long as Jon was already in the city, having told his wife he was going to watch the match with some of his mates in one of the pubs there. He pushed open the door to Starbucks, giving Emma a fake gasp of surprise.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he walked towards her with his arms outstretched for a friendly hug, "Fancy bumping into you!"
Emma smiled at him, "Are you ordering?"
Jon saw that Emma had finished her coffee and shook his head. "Shall we go for a wander?"
Emma picked up her bag and followed him out into the street. They wandered along the main high street, peering into the windows of shops that caught their eye. One of the shops they past had a window display full of sexy lingerie. Jon steered her through the door chuckling.
"You know you want a look." he whispered behind her.
Emma blushed furiously. Being seen together in the town was one thing, being seen together in a sex shop was something else. She followed Jon, who had headed straight for the bondage clothing section, gasping at some of the more hardcore accessories. Emma couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face.
They browsed through the cheesy novelty gifts; furry handcuffs, glow in the dark condoms, inflatable sheep etc. After that, Emma headed over to the dildos and vibrators. She had wanted to buy one for a while, but just never got round to it. Jon picked up the biggest, widest dildo he could find and held it up to show Emma.
"Where the heck do you women stick these things?" he gasped. Emma laughed, "They're not just for women..." Jon winced and put it back down tentatively. He stood behind Emma as she inspected the different features of a range of vibrators. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I would love to use one of those on you..." Emma's nipples hardened in excitement as she ran her hand down the shaft of a firm, purple vibrator. It was a battery powered 'rabbit', with variable vibration strength. Emma bit her lip in indecision. "I was thinking about checking into a hotel nearby..." he whispered into her ear again.
Quickly, Emma picked up the box and headed for the till, then she doubled back and picked up the lube that was recommended as well as a pack of batteries. Jon smiled, his cock stirring at the thought of seeing her masterbate for him.
They left the shop, their thoughts consumed with sex rather than shopping. Jon knew there was a Travelodge nearby and quickly pulled out his phone to check. It was only a short walk away.
Emma has a good look around for anyone she recognised before they pushed through the doors. Jon casually asked the receptionist if they had any availability for that afternoon. The receptionist checked her computer, finding them a vacant room on the third floor.
"Can I take your names please, for the booking?"
Jon looked to Emma, they couldn't give their real names incase someone found out. "Mr and Mrs Smith." She smiled at the receptionist. The receptionist paused and looked at her sceptically. "Are you paying by cash or card?"
When Jon quickly said 'cash', the receptionist knew for sure that they were probably just there to have sex, and given that they'd used a fake name, they probably weren't married to each other. She sighed, everyone was having more fun than she was.
Jon took the key from her and practically dragged Emma towards the lift. "At least here you can stop looking around for people you might know." Jon chuckled as the lift doors opened onto the third floor. Jon walked down the corridor until he came to their room number, inserting the electronic key to unlock the door. He hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the door handle and locked it behind them.
Emma sat on the foot of the bed, unsure what to do next. She slipped off her trainers and her jacket as she watched Jon do the same by the door. Jon wiped his hands nervously into his trousers as he walked over to the bed and sat next to Emma.
"Why does this feel weird all of a sudden?" he chuckled, "It's not the first time we've done this?" Emma gave him a half smile, unsure why it felt different this time. She turned towards him and placed her lips on his, running her hand slowly from his knee to the top of his thigh.