What she wanted wasn't me. Not at first. Our introduction at the clear blue hotel pool was remarkable enough. I just didn't do myself any justice when I tripped over the pool chair she was reclining in. "Oh, god," I stuttered, dropping my cellular and immediately shamed that I was more grateful it hadn't plunked into the pool instead of concerned with the state of the flesh and blood person I had just traumatized.
"Oh, god, are you okay," I asked turning around. She was smiling and even chuckled a little. I couldn't see her eyes to know if it was a genuine laugh or not, hidden by dark girly sunglasses. You know, the kind of sunglasses that looked good on her and like a joke on me. Of course, the real reason why I didn't know if it was a genuine smile was because I was a guy. And she was beautiful in that sky blue two piece. Her stomach seemed tight and her legs were long. Just the sort of figure I like to wrap my arms around from behind and leisurely rub my hands up and down.
"Yeah. I'm fine," she laughed. She seemed to regard me for a moment behind those sunglasses before she looked around for a moment. Clearly, she was waiting for someone or didn't want someone to notice me with her. Either way. I made a lame joke about the first day with my new feet and righted her chair. Picking up my cellular, I walked off with a wave.
I looked back. She was looking at me.
I looked down at my phone and finished texting my wife.
Later, in my hotel room, I massaged my temples. What I really wanted to do was throw the laptop out the window. People could be infuriating when they didn't listen to me. Alright, that's an egomaniacal way of looking at it. But it was my job to make people better. People in fact came to me to make them better. Almost to a man they resisted my counsel. Perhaps I was in the wrong line of work.
So I made an appointment to meet with my client at the hotel conference room. I called my wife and told her I was going to sleep. She huffed. Whatever. We had been separated for awhile. Right now we were both doing the thing where we were pretending to work it out. If we were honest, we both knew better.
I stood out on the balcony intent on a little fresh air. There she was again, still in that bikini. She stood at the edge of the pool with her back to me, her hands up in her long hair. I could begin to make out more of her breast from this angle. My pants bulged a bit as I thought about standing behind her, holding that breast and caressing that ass.
Then I saw this young guy walk up behind her and kiss that spot on the back of her neck I was thinking about. She melted. I mean you could see her whole being just puddle right there on the deck. His hands went to her waist as she leaned back into him. I then saw his arms tense up.
"Don't do it, dude," I actually said aloud.
He did it. He pushed her into the pool with a shriek from her that was probably music to his ears. "Asshole," she laughed at him from the pool. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like that sort of trying not to be pissed off laughter. Well, nobody liked to be pushed into the pool.
The guy jumped into the pool, cocky and absolutely sure of himself. I didn't blame him, because the lady was all over him in the pool. She wanted what he had, absolutely without question.
In the pool, with their hands all over each other (and still maintaining a sense of public decorum), I got a good at look at them. I'm that guy that can never guess ages very well, but even I knew that he was what? Twenty or so years younger? Well, good for her. I mean, he had a body that I didn't have since high school; athletic and immune to French fries and beer.
I was also married, and despite the ruinous shape of my marriage, I was still intent on being for all intents and purpose, a decent human being.
Thinking of my wife put a total buzz kill on the voyeuristic side of me, so I went back inside my room. Suddenly incredibly restless, I found no serenity. I couldn't settle down with the television. I couldn't settle down browsing the internet. I couldn't settle down with a book. I even went back to the balcony. It was just starting to get dark, and the amorous couple had moved on. May as well get some dinner.
Stepping out into the hall, I saw them again. They were walking lively down the hall towards me, dripping wet in each other's arms, laughing and giggling. I stepped to one side of the hall as they scurried past, no mistaking what was going to happen when they found their room.
I walked down the other way, looking back for only a moment. The kid had his hand on her ass, and I realized a fine ass it was. She was looking at me. Her eyes were green.
The next day, I found the conference room thirty minutes early. I thought I'd set up and get comfortable before I put my patience to the test with this new exasperating client. The very second I stepped into the conference room, my jaw hit the floor.
There she was, again. The lady from the pool was leaning back in one of those plastic convention center chairs with her high heeled feet propped up on a fold out table. Her legs were covered by a black sheer garter that wrapped around her sexy thighs in an intricate lacy design. The black skirt she was wearing was hiked up intentionally, showing matching panties. Her legs were open just enough to make me think I could make out the needy folds of her pussy. Her shirt was a flurry of fiery colors that I barely paid attention to, because she had it pulled down on one side to show her breast. Oh, god, what a breast.
That perfect creamy breast would be amazing in my hand. My tongue flicking over that perfect, little nipple would make me groan. It was so easy to imagine my cock spraying that tit with my cum. And it was right there, only a few steps away.
Except for the very first sentence I wrote. What she wanted wasn't me.
Her eyes were screaming "fuck me" when I walked in. Now they were wide with alarm as she stood up and covered herself. "Oh, god," she said. If I wasn't trying to see as much of her tit as I could before she put it safely away from my leering eyes, I might have noted that she said, "Oh, god," precisely the same way that I had said it when I tripped over her chair.
"I thought you were going to be Scott. We were just going to sneak in here for a ... you know."
I did know. And for whatever reason, I felt like I was the one to apologize. "I'm sorry. I actually have a meeting here in about half an hour." She was adorable the way she tried to fix her hair. She was so vulnerable in that moment.
We just sort of stared at each other for a moment. She was now decent and expecting her boy toy to join her any moment. I was waiting patiently for her to head out into the hall way and leave me to my room. I was proud of myself for not dropping my eyes to her now covered breasts. I was after all trying to be a good person.
The moment between us must have been intense. When the phone rang we both jumped like two crooks getting caught with their hands in the cookie jar. I looked around and for the first time noticed this little conference room had a smaller enjoining room complete with basic office equipment. Of course it did. That's where the phone was coming from.
I went into the room and answered the phone. It was the front desk. My client had called and canceled the appointment. Without having the balls to call me in person. Fucker.
I put my laptop bag and room key on the counter, right next to a small sink. I was really thinking it was time to get a new line of work. Stressed and angry, I turned around and was actually surprised to see the woman still standing there in the middle of the room, her hands folded in front of her. Was she waiting to say "goodbye" because it was rude not to?
Then again, what the hell did I need the conference room for any more? "Hey, my meeting canceled, so I'm going to just get out of here. You kids have fun," I said dryly.
Before I let her respond, I went back into the smaller office room and was about to gather my things when I heard the door open. "There's my lover," came a young man's voice. Caught in the cookie jar yet again, I jumped and reflexively hid around the corner of the door way. I bit my lip and listened. I shouldn't have hid. I should have walked out naturally. Now I was in an awkward spot where I thought I could cause this beautiful woman more grief than she deserved if I just popped out like I had swallowed the canary.
"Scott, wait," she started, but the 'wait' was muffled before she quite got it out of her mouth.
"I can't wait, baby," came the reply.
For a moment I heard only their breathing and the whisper of clothing rubbing. Their moaning and mewling became all the steamier when I heard some article of clothing hit the floor. "Yesss," came her moan.
Right about then, I stopped worrying about getting caught. My cock was hard and tenting my slacks at full attention. I relaxed against the wall and turned my ear to the door, trying desperately to hear everything.
For a moment, I thought about my wife, but I let that buzz kill slip away, reasoning that I was just listening. Hell, I'd be watching if I thought I could get away with it. I just wouldn't masturbate. Oh, I'm sure I'd stroke it later. Just not then. I was trying to be a good guy and figured that if I wasn't participating in any way but observing than I would still be a good guy.
That didn't keep me from my rubbing my cock from outside of my pants. As long as I didn't just grab hold of it and really start stroking then I would be okay.
Oh, man. My eyes rolled hard in frustration when I was sure I heard the wet plunging sound. Was he fucking her right then?
"Yessss," she mewled again. "Right there, baby. "
"You like that, don't you," he asked her. Ah, dude. You never ask. You tell them that they like it.
"Oh, god, baby. Yes!" she grunted. Now I was sure he was fucking her. Which position? She moaned again and I rolled my eyes, this time at myself. Here I am thinking about giving him advice on how to be a better lover and obviously he was doing okay.
Shit, my marriage was a disaster movie in the making. What did I really know? Fuck. My wife. I pulled my cellular out of my pocket and muted it. Every time I moved, the slightest noise I made was like an alarm to my ears. So this is what that guy felt like with his Tell Tale Heart.
"Time to take your shorts off, I think," she said in a low sultry voice. What? His cock wasn't in her, yet. Good for you, dude. Show some restraint.
But now I couldn't take it. It wasn't enough to listen. I had to look. I had to know what they were doing. My heart was beating, but in that moment I believed it was impossible for me to get caught. I didn't have any rational reason for thinking that. But isn't that the sort of lie we tell ourselves just before we do something stupid?
I looked. And I didn't get caught. At least not by the kid.
