After staring at his perfect body, still glistened with sweat, I confessed. "Hey baby, that was amazing! I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but that was way better than I could've ever expected."
"Me too, girl! If I didn't have to run, I'd fuck you again. Seriously, that is one awesome body."
"Stop it! You're making me blush. And I have to say something, and I hope you won't be mad."
"What is it, sweets?"
"I lied to you."
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Earlier that evening
Larry was just where Jess said he would be. Working hard, at the hotel bar, being just as charming as advertised. If anything, he was better looking than I had heard. He was tall, maybe 6'2", very trim, and his uniform fit perfectly.
I wondered how this was going to turn out. I know what I thought, or rather hoped, but you never can tell. Life can be so complicated, and I'm not thrilled when it's complicated so close to my home. But tonight was the best opportunity.
Wearing a conservative business casual outfit, I was doing my very best to set the stage. I wore a simple knee-high black Calvin Klein skirt, and a black single button blazer over a pleated beige shirt. Neither my 2 inch black heels nor my politely buttoned up shirt drew attention.
And I could not afford to draw attention. The only non-business casual aspect to my outfit was my makeup, which would be considered somewhat overdone for the office. I hid my eyes, ever so slightly, behind black thick-rimmed glasses. This was particularly fun, as I felt that a looked a little bit like a librarian. The truth is I don't even wear glasses, these have clear lenses and are just for show.
But I was role-playing, and Larry was not. I wanted to look the part of a businesswoman, on the road, after a long day. The part of a woman just taking a few moments to wind down, and to have a glass of wine before returning to her room and turning in for the night.
My unknowing partner? I'm hoping Larry lives up to his billing and sees me as an opportunity, a low cost, low stress method to some personal satisfaction. My primary challenge was to make him feel like he was the aggressor, my secondary challenge was not to be recognized by anyone else, especially not Tom, who would freak out, or Carl, who would change the direction of the evening.
Which is why I chose this night. As you might expect on a Wednesday evening, the bar was quiet. Larry chatted with me after returning with my glass of pinot. With a smile I answered each of his questions, and returned the favor of questions myself.
Yes, this was my last night in town. Yes, it will be good to get home. Yes, my husband is waiting for me. No, I do not yet have children. And, yes, although I shouldn't, I'll have another glass of wine.
For his part the answers were simple. He likes bartending part-time, is between girlfriends, and hopes to have kids one day - but not yet. All in all, a very gentle conversation that, if not for his warm smile and penetrating eyes, wouldn't hint of flirtation.
But those eyes, deep and dark, were full of interest. And his smile, large and full, displayed a manly confidence. My eyes, clearly focused on him, reciprocated his interest. As I finished my wine, he offered me another glass.
"Thanks, but I'm likely to get silly if I have any more!"
"Well, that makes it more interesting then, doesn't it? I'll tell you what, I have to close the bar now so I'll be here for another half hour or so. If you decide you want another glass, just call the bar and I'll bring it to you - personally."
And with that he touched my hand. "I'm hoping that you make that call."
I paused, and just stared at him. Quietly I spoke. "It's not like me."
"I can tell, but let it be like you tonight."
Very nice, I thought, and wonderfully direct! I broke eye contact, then began walking toward the door, before returning. "It's crazy, but I'd like another glass. I'm staying in room 220."
And with that I walked away from him, left the bar, and headed for my room. Although certainly not everyone's style, for me personally I couldn't imagine the evening going any better than it had up until this point.
