She really didn't have a reason to come along. It was just one of his regular trips. There wasn't anything particularly special to do in Dallas during the day. She had found a place for a mani/pedi in the morning that was only a short walk. She had spent an hour by the pool just because it was warm and she was bored. She had spent the afternoon taking a nap on the oversize bed surrounded by too many pillows. It was a decent way to spend the day. She spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready. She had a surprise for him.
She had texted him that she would meet him in the hotel bar. He was running a little late but not bad. She told him not to worry. He scrambled in the door and headed for the elevators, the plan had already slipped his mind. It was only after pressing the button and searching his pockets for the key card that he remembered. He turned back around and headed for the bar.
It was larger than most and nicer. This was a nice hotel all around. Sticking his head in, he surveyed the tables looking for her. He spied a pair of legs at the bar talking to a couple of men in suits but quickly looked away. If she was looking for him, he thought it would be a bad way to start the evening, getting caught looking at another woman's legs. He scanned again and didn't see her. He headed for a barstool pulling his phone from his pocket. He sat at the end with a view of the door, ordered a beer and typed out a text for her. It all hit him at once. He took a first sip of his beer, hit send, heard her phone go off, and noticed the short platinum hair, the slinky white dress and his wife's succulent lips smiling at the suits that were clearly flirting with her up. He swallowed hard and smiled as she turned and looked at him. She stood up slowly, clearly wearing higher heels than normal. Knowing he was watching her she leaned down and kissed the old suit on the cheek and the young suit quickly on the lips. He heard her thank them for the wine and wandered over to him. She kissed him long and slow on the lips. With her hand clenched to his thigh she felt him stir in the slim cut suit pants. "Hey," she said. "You're late."
"You're delicious." He smiled back at her.
They took a cab to dinner. The flirted, she looked marvelous. He called it her Marilyn dress. Other than being 4 inches taller and 20 pounds lighter, she was hell of a tribute to the 60's pin-up. All she needed to complete the ensemble was a blast of steam from a street grate. They ate fish and steaks and drank wine. The first bottle was good, the second was better. They didn't necessarily need it but they enjoyed it. After dinner they cabbed it to a jazz club. It was dark and the music was a bit more Blues than Jazz and they enjoyed it. They poured martinis onto the wine, only one a piece. They danced. Drunk, they flirted.
It really started with him teasing her. He teased her about the suits. He thought it was good he got there on time; she would have been too much for the old one. She might have killed him.
"You liked when I kissed him, didn't you?"
"Who?"
"The young one."
"Was he that young?"
"Stop it. Tell me."
"You'll think I'm a pervert."
"I already know you're a pervert."
"Fair enough... yeah, you know I liked it. You felt it when you came over to me at the bar."
"You caught that, did you?"
"Oh yeah."
"It's been a while."
"We haven't done anything like that in a long time."
"I know! " He sat staring at her. He wanted her. His thoughts were on the times they had played. He thought about watching her. "Too long." They sat for a while listening to the music. She held his leg, he held her bare thigh.
"Let's go." He did what he was told.
The ride seemed to be taking forever. He stroked her thigh. The dress was thin and although it was warm out, he could see her nipples rising beneath the sheer white fabric. He moved higher up her thigh and her legs parted a little. She took a deep breath and he moved his hand higher. She had on panties and he ran his finger along them. She shuddered a little and then pressed her legs back together. She looked at him. He looked back at her and kissed her. It felt like a ridiculously long time until the cab pulled up to the hotel. He paid the cabbie and she stumbled out of the car with the help of a bellman. He took her around the waist and led her into the hotel.
"Can we call room service?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
"I want champagne."
"Here, we can just take it up." He pressed the small of her back towards the hotel bar and pulled the door open for her. They slipped inside. There were still a good number of people. He slipped between a couple of them and signaled for the bartender. Across the bar he saw the younger suit, sipping a beer and watching a basketball game. He was having a thought when she tugged on his coat. He leaned back to her and felt her breath in his ear.
"Love me?"
"Always?"
