Bill and Beth carried their bags into the luxurious San Francisco hotel room. Both offered flattering remarks about the room and the view as they walked through the living area, past the wet bar and into the huge bedroom. They threw their bags on the bed and met at the large window overlooking the ocean. Beth placed her arm around Bill.
“Isn’t this marvelous?” she asked her husband. “This is going to be SO much fun.”
“Too bad you have to attend all those conference sessions,” Bill offered in a semi-consoling tone.
“We’ll have to make up for it somehow,” Beth answered, patting him on the butt.
Beth, at 30 years of age, was the youngest assistant superintendent of any school district in her region. She obtained her masters while teaching. She received a principal’s certification and corresponding job within eight years of graduating from college and took just two more years to get her superintendent’s certification.
She was bright, energetic, and drop-dead gorgeous. At 5’8” and 130 pounds with flowing auburn hair, she had caused more than one erection in the classroom and office.
Her husband Bill was 31. A former semi-pro baseball player, he had the body and looks of a male model. He was not the main breadwinner in the family, but kept Beth sexually and intellectually stimulated.
They were on the west coast for a school administrator’s conference. Also at the conference would be Beth’s boss, Tom. He was bringing his wife Susan and daughter Laurel. Beth and Bill had met Susan at functions before. She was 39, ten years younger than her husband, and a very attractive, short blonde. She was a good host, which served her well in her capacity as a school superintendent’s wife.
Their daughter, Laurel, was a 20-year-old college student. This would be the first time Bill and Beth had an opportunity to meet her. They had, however, heard all about her extracurricular activities at the local college and her excellent grades and her athletic prowess and on and on and on.
As Bill and Beth unpacked, Tom called to invite them to dinner with his family. Bill kindly accepted and the arrangements were made.
“Just look interested when the conversation turns to school stuff,” Beth said. The couple had showered…together…and she was working on her hair after getting dressed.
“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Bill answered. “The kid and I can talk sports.”
Beth shot him an angry, disgusted look.
“Speaking of which…remember the rule,” she said.
“Which one?”
“Hands off.”
“Oh, THAT rule,” Bill said meekly.
He inspected his wife’s dress approvingly, threw on a sport coat and they headed for the restaurant. The couple arrived before Tom and his family, so they sat in the lobby, watching the customers come and go.
Soon, Beth saw her boss hold open the door for Susan and Laurel.
“There they are,” Beth said to Bill, rising from the bench they occupied.
Beth and Susan hugged and exchanged greetings, then she and Tom shook hands.
“Beth, this is my daughter Laurel,” Tom was saying.
Bill didn’t hear him. His eyes were transfixed on the heavenly creature standing before him in the short skirt and sweater. Her blonde hair fell lightly on the slim shoulders. Her breasts pushed against the sweater in a smooth, rounded line. Her waist, hips and long legs matched perfectly the dimensions of her hourglass figure.
Laurel’s blue eyes shined as she shook Beth’s hand. Beth was saying something about hearing so much about her. She introduced Bill.
“Glad to meet you.”
Bill saw the mouth move, the hand extend. He recovered just in time to keep from totally embarrassing himself and Beth.
“Hi. My pleasure.”
The group was ushered into the restaurant. While on the way to their table, Beth gave her husband the kind of piercing look he had learned to read as “be good or I’ll kill you.” Bill knew from experience that death was unlikely, but his wife could go into a sexual deepfreeze that took considerable effort to thaw.
The conversation, as Beth had warned, was boring Bill to tears. And apparently Laurel, also. More than once, eye contact between the two of them indicated mutual admiration for each other and tedium with the proceedings. From where Bill sat, he could see the girl’s tanned legs extending out from under her skirt. He also discerned that the skirt rode further up her legs the longer the conversation lasted.
By the time dessert arrived, the young man was glimpsing flashes of black panties as Laurel crossed and uncrossed her legs. Each time, their eyes met. Each time, her eyes sparkled a little brighter.
That night, Bill and Beth lay naked on the bed. They rolled together and came together. In Bill’s mind, Laurel was the one wrapping her legs around his waist.
The next morning found Beth scurrying out of bed to get ready for the opening of the conference. She would be attending the morning sessions, then breaking for lunch and back for three more hours of workshops.
She kissed Bill on the forehead.
“I’ll see you later, hon,” she said.
“OK. Enjoy,” Bill replied.
“Yeah, right.” Beth grabbed her notebook and smiled back at him as she left the room.
An hour later, Bill was showering. He hadn’t thought out the day’s agenda totally, but he envisioned something like eating breakfast, exercising, sightseeing, swimming and waiting for Beth to get back.
It was mid-morning when he changed into this running shorts, tank top and sneakers. The health club was empty except for two older gentlemen in the sauna and another man on an exercise bike. Bill stepped onto a treadmill and programmed in a short training run. He settled into a comfortable pace and looked out the club’s windows onto the city.
A few minutes later, a reflection in the glass caught his eye. Laurel glanced around the room and moved directly to the weight machines. A towel draped around her neck pulled her shoulder length blonde hair against her skin. She wore a black jogging bra and loose fitting shorts that were cut high on the sides.
