"Good Morning", he said.
She was just waking up and realizing where she was. She started to remember the night before, now becoming aware of her present circumstances, the hotel room, the man next to her, and the tingling soreness between her legs.
She was in town for a business meeting. People had come from most of the eastern half of the United States. During the Breakfast “Meet and Greet” she was able to put a face to so many people she had dealt with for the past year. Vendors, clients, and competitors alike, were all here, in a relaxed atmosphere.
She naturally stuck with her two co-workers and their small group latched on to two small groups of vendors. Everyone knew each other. A few had met a couple years ago at a similar meeting, the others had talked on the phone many times to each other. In many ways, it was like a family or class reunion. The atmosphere was light, the conversations lively.
They all shared the table at lunch and agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant for dinner, about an hour after the afternoon sessions ended. She was enjoying herself. This was her first business trip. She had been married for 12 years, and her children, 7 and 10, were being watched by her mother and her husband.
She was able to do well at her job after the children started school. Prior to that, she hadn’t done much or gone anywhere. Her children were her life. Vacations were to places for the children. Now, she had flown in a plane to a distant city and was meeting with professionals from all over. Any intimidation she felt quickly disappeared as she realized her knowledge was on par or above many of the others in her field. The vendors she was with showed her great respect. Her self-esteem was growing by leaps and bounds.
The group met for dinner and the talk before the entrée was mostly recapping the day’s meetings and the business in general. After a couple of drinks, the dinners were served and the conversation grew lighter. Everyone was laughing and having a great time. She noticed that Don, one of the vendors she had talked to often, seemed particularly interested in what she was saying. She also noticed he was as good looking as his deep phone voice made him sound. Some others seemed to match their phone voices, others were quite a surprise to her.
Don was sitting across the table and their eyes met often. Through her phone conversations with Don, she knew he was married, with a son he adored, and he had mentioned somewhat sadly, that his wife was doing very well at her job, but spending, he felt, too much time at the office.
So the evening passed too quickly for all. Several wanted or needed to retire early. The others moved to the bar area and staked out a corner booth. She and Don had to slide around the bench to get to the back of the booth. At first, as the group was large, they were pressed against each other. She liked the feeling of his leg pressing against hers.
After the first round of drinks, a few more people left and she and Don decided to leave after the second round. They walked the couple of blocks back to the hotel. Their conversation now, more concentrated on their personal lives, the high points and frustrations. Don loved his wife but their sex life was almost nil, due to her pressures from her career. Sex for her, was not infrequent, but boring. Her husband would roll over, pump her until he came, roll back and go to sleep.
They got back to the hotel and rode the elevator together. She didn’t want the evening to end, she was enjoying his company.
In the elevator, he looked into her eyes and told her, “I am having so much fun with you tonight, I just wish it wouldn’t end”.
She looked at him and said “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to talk a little while longer. I would like to see you a while longer too.”
The elevator bell rang for his floor. He quickly said “My room is here, come on.”
She felt a moment’s hesitation, and then grabbed Don’s arm and stepped off the elevator. He slid the key-card in and out of the lock and opened the door. She stepped into the room, it was neat, clothes on the rack, and nothing strewn about. She liked that and turned to Don and he stepped to her and put his arms around her. He leaned down and their lips met.
She felt a tingle of electricity that she hadn’t felt since Johnny Boyle kissed her when she was 14. She let out a small moan, unintentionally.
