It had been over a month since I'd heard from Lizzie. She had told me that she would be busy after the conference, but I'd hoped that she'd at least drop me a one-liner, something, anything. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I kept replaying that week over in my head, how beautiful she was, how sexy, how classy, and how wet. I knew there'd never be anything more between us, but I had to admit, I was smitten.
My boss sent me an email and then called to follow up, telling me there was another conference he wanted me to attend. Would Liz be there? Should I email her to ask? A million thoughts went through my head as I got more and more excited at the prospect of seeing her again. Then I remembered that with my luck, she wouldn't be there and the conference would just be another boring week in another hotel.
I told my wife about the conference and was met with the same complaints as always, "I'll have to do everything around here, who will take the kids to practice if I have to work late...?" I know she has to take on more responsibilities when I'm gone, but my job is great and the pay certainly allows us to live in the manner to which she's become accustomed. Of course, reminding her of that wouldn't have been such a good idea.
The time flew as I finished up things around my office so that I could afford to be gone for a week. On Monday I caught the first flight out, trying to avoid the rush of business travelers. The ride to the hotel was uneventful and went quicker than expected. I had grown to love New York and was staying at the Ritz, overlooking the Statue of Liberty. Our company had a contract rate with them which was almost half of the usual $700 a night, which is still not outrageous for NYC.
I went for a long walk around downtown before heading back to the hotel for dinner. I decided to eat and have drinks in the executive lounge instead of down in the lobby restaurant. I was working on my second Long Island Iced Tea when I almost choked on my drink.
Lizzie made a beeline for my table, flashing me her killer smile as she was obviously enjoying the stunned look on my face. She looked incredible, wearing one of her trademark business jackets that still showed off her incredible figure, her skirt caressing her shapely thighs as she seemed to walk as if modeling for me as she approached.
I finally regained enough composure to remember to stand up and reach out my hand. She almost knocked me over with her hug as she gave me a big smooch on the cheek before sitting down in the chair next to me. I stood there, transfixed by the image burned into my retina of her, still tingling from the incredible hug she'd given me, my cheek on fire from her sweet kiss.
"Sit down silly or people will start to talk" She laughed at me, relishing in the effect she was having on me.
She ordered an appetizer and a San Pellegrino from the waitress, then returned her attention to me. She looked intently into my eyes, searching for some sort of response since I was still just staring at her.
Her face became serious as she began to explain that she had wanted to email me, but that after our time together, she needed some time to think. In between bites she told me how she had returned home, hoping to work things out with her husband. I had proven to her how sexy she was, even when lactating, but her husband still didn't want anything to do with her sexually. Then she found the cell phone bill where he had been calling a number repeatedly when he was supposed to be in meetings. She had called the number and heard a young female voice on the other end. She had quickly hung up, not knowing what to say.
Lizzie explained that she didn't want to divorce her husband, that she needed him and wanted the twins to know a stable home. But she had realized that the warning signs had been there for a long time. She knew he was cheating on her and he was taking her for granted. She had decided she would start to live her own life and no longer care what he thought. Lizzie suspected something even before the last conference, and it was partly the reason she had decided to do more with me than she would've otherwise done under normal circumstances. She didn't know how I would react, so she hadn't emailed, but the look on my face tonight had shown her how I felt.
As I watched this gorgeous creature pour her heart out like she did, all I could think of was holding her in my arms and wanting to make everything alright. Lizzie stopped talking and gave me one of her piercing looks again. She then leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
"I know what you're thinking, and my boobs are dying for some release, let's go back to my room and I'll make it up to you for keeping you hanging for so long."
Well, she didn't know I was thinking, since she was way ahead of me. I wouldn't have let myself assume she was ready to resume anything with me, much less fulfilling my deepest fantasies once again.
She told the bartender to bill her room for our dinner and drinks as she led the way out of the executive bar and to the elevators. Liz pushed the button for her floor, and as the doors closed, pulled me toward her and drove her tongue straight past my lips. Her kiss clearly signaled the passion she was feeling as our bodies melted together. The elevator arrived at her floor much too quickly, but not faster than it took me to be fully erect.
