It's Been a While
"What do you plan on wearing? Aaron asks Shana. "Or not wearing," he grins.
"Something short, I think. You always like that."
"And you like showing off."
She grimaces, "Sometimes. Depends on the situation."
Aaron suggests, "Yeah. Situation. Right." He sighs, "Blue dress Anna shortened is good with me."
"With leggings."
"I'd rather you not, but that'll be okay for driving there and for dinner. We can head up to our room afterwards and you can take them off."
"If you insist," Shana grumbles.
"I insist."
She sighs, "Okay. You going to wear your ring?"
"Was planning on it."
"Good."
Aaron and Shana call it a "wedding ring" as a joke. In potentially sexy situations, he wears a heavy, polished ring on his penis, nestled against the glans ridge. It's an enjoyable feeling for him when he's naked or wearing loose pants that allow it to swing, and Shana likes the visual. This is to be a romantic, sexy date, so this is a moment for it.
Aaron and Shana have not been on a real, going-out date for nearly two years because of the rescue pup they adopted. With severe separation anxiety, he can't be left alone since he tears up things if his people aren't around, including tearing-up himself in his crate. This is why he ended-up in rescue.
They've managed to have
some
fun at their cabin during the resort season, while the dog, who is especially friendly with visitors, is always nearby. He'll sleep soundly on his bed at the other end of the cabin bedroom while Aaron and Shana "entertain", not even raising an eyebrow when a guest is plowing Shana, or Aaron has a cutie between him and the mattress.
However, this time they chanced into a sitter willing to spend an overnight at the house to look after him. So they're pulling themselves together for a romantic night out, hopefully recalling sexy adventures of not all that long ago.
Aaron loses track of Shana. "Where are you?"
No answer. He finds her laying on their bed and under the covers asleep. Great. Just great. Lately this is where most recent playtime plans end, with her feigning not feeling well and complaining about some malady or lack of sleep or something similar. Her version of "I have a headache."
It's been happening too often, and Aaron is getting angry. The opportunity to have an overnight sitter is fleeting, so it's now or possibly never. He wakes her up.
"This isn't dyeing your hair, like that New Year's Eve at Ed's, is it? Where you tried a new hair color and totally fucked it up so you couldn't go, is it?"
"No," she says, weakly. "My tummy really hurts."
"You drank that weird new tea this morning, didn't you? It could have waited for another time! You do have a history of sabotaging our dates!"
"Not this time! I don't know what it is! I've had that tea before!"
"Okay. I'll cool my jets and hope you get over it, whatever
it
is."
Aaron stomps off to his office and buries his nose in the computer, only to discover that one of his major stock investments is all but crashing due to misspoken utterings to the press from some politico. It's not helping his mood.
He hears water running. Shana is drawing her bath. Having resigned to a day full of disappointments, he walks to the back of the house to inquire, "You doing better?"
"Yeah, better. Don't know what it was. I was really cramped up."
"You going to be up to it?"
"I think so. Once I dry my hair I'll see where we stand."
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Despite the morning's issues between them and the commensurate delays in getting ready, Aaron backs the car out of the driveway exactly when they had planned. It's somewhat early for dinner at the hotel café on their arrival around 4:30, but they skipped lunch. It sort of worked out better than they planned, beating the evening meal crowd by about an hour.
"What's next?" Shana asks.
"I dunno. Rest our eyes for a few minutes and then hang around the bar, maybe?"
"I could do that. Or maybe go over to Truckers Bar to play some pool?"
"You're kidding, right?" Aaron smirks.
"I am."
Truckers Bar is aptly named, a dive in the middle of several truck stops clustered around where the Interstates cross. The two times they played there, the crowd was not particularly friendly, and the clientele seemed to be more interested in pushing the casual players off the pool tables rather than enjoy ogling the only decent-looking woman in the place. Even bending over the table to make a shot, in a short dress without panties, got no appreciation.
"That place is just awful. Hotel bar it is. Nap first."
After dinner they retreat to their room, and true to their agreement, Shana sheds her sandals and stands for Aaron to remove her leggings and panties. She's growing a little more enthused about the possibilities for that evening's foreplay, including a little playful exhibitionism.
Suitably rested, they head to the elevator. Once in the car, she leans into Aaron's leaning into the car wall, and he reaches around with his hug to pick up the bottom of her dress, exposing her fine ass.
"No!" Shan giggles. "That door may open at any moment!"
"Okay. You're right." He lets the hem drop.
She swats his butt in retaliation as they step out of the elevator. Not finding two adjacent seats at the bar, they opt for the outside patio, and pickup drinks for a table outside. It is truly a pleasant evening, and if there was a breeze it was sheltered by the building. The little courtyard is fenced and screened by a well-groomed tall hedge. It is surprisingly private.
A solo middle-aged fellow is at a far table nursing a cigar, deep into watching something on his phone. Probably a movie or something, evident by the wired earphone. He glances over to Shana and Aaron mostly out of curiosity, likely pondering that if they are out here, they're probably up to something.
That assessment is accurate.
Shana scoots her chair to be closer to Aaron, and they exchange kisses and a little bit of touching. Cigar-man raises an eyebrow after a quick side glance at this, but otherwise keeps to himself.
The couple sips on their beverages, casually chatting about the events of the day and musing about how the dog is faring with the sitter. Aaron reaches down and casually pushes Shan's dress up her leg to expose, well, more leg and a sliver of butt cheek to the gentleman across the way. She pushes it back down.
"What
are
you doing?" she chuckles.
"You know exactly what!" Aaron counters.
"Well just be a little more subtle about it."
"You know how this is going to end, don't you?"
"I suspect so, but I really don't want to do that here."
"We'll see. Shift your chair around to face him a little more."
"
Aaron!
