If I'm going to tell some of the stories of the goings-on in our neighborhood, I have to include this one of the first time my next door neighbor and good friend Jan and I got together. We've lived next door to each other for over twenty years and have become pretty close friends. Her and Al have similar interests as DJ and myself. Their boys were about the same age as our daughters and we always seemed to have a lot in common.
Recently DJ and I have done some swinging with her and Al, putting a new spark into our sex life. Before we started having any of our wild foursomes and swapping adventures, it all started with a gambling trip that Jan and I took to Davenport, where we got caught in an ice storm and ended up staying the night.
It was two years ago and Jan had won a voucher for some free gambling credit at one of the casinos in Davenport. We decided to make the hour drive down there to try our luck. We both ended up making some money. I made a little over a hundred dollars, and Jan won close to a thousand, thanks to her free prize.
Unfortunately, we got carried away with the gambling and didn't realize there was freezing rain outside. Cars were sliding all over the place in the parking lot, and there were reports of numerous other accidents. We decided not to chance driving home, and booked a room for the night.
It was a neat chance to spend some time away from the house, even though neither of us had packed an overnight bag. We were basically limited to whatever we had in our purses. Although I didn't have a change of clothing, I'm glad I at least had my cell phone and a case for my contact lenses.
We grabbed some dinner at the restaurant downstairs and picked up a bottle of wine before heading up to our room. It was actually a beautiful suite with two queen beds and a large spacious bathroom. We had some fun just kicking back on the beds telling stories and gossiping about everybody back in Dubuque.
One bad thing about sharing a room is that you don't have the privacy you would otherwise. Jan was feeling the effects of her Mexican dinner, and went on a farting frenzy that was funny at first, but filled the room with the smell of burritos. After laughing it off, she said she was going to clean up, and headed to the bathroom. I called the front desk and had them send up two bathrobes, so we at least had something clean to change into, if only temporarily.
The clerk from the front desk arrived with our bathrobes, and I got a funny look as she handed them to me. I thought she was just waiting for a tip, but soon realized that our room still wreaked. I wish I could have explained that it wasn't me, but that hardly seemed to matter.
I opened the bathroom door, thinking I could drop off Jan's robe while she was in the shower, but walked in on her leaning up against the sink in the nude. She was playing with her thick pubic hair and didn't realize that I was standing a few feet away.