She had never done anything like this before. She wasn't sure if she would go through with it. Things were bad at home, but had it come to this? A few hours before she had wandered across the street from her hotel to the bar and grill in search of something to eat, now she stared at herself in the mirror of her hotel room bathroom, a strange man sitting on her bed, waiting for her to return.
She brushed the wayward strand of brown curls from her eyes and stared at herself. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She felt faint but giddy. The first time she had had sex flashed across her mind. A dorm room, a beautiful (but inexperienced) college boyfriend had done everything possible to make her feel special. A tingle rose through her body at the memory of having her legs wrapped around his waist.
This was different. The anxious feeling in her stomach was the same but whereas that first time had been a night enfolded in youthful innocence and exploration, this was darker, corrupt, even... dirty. The word flashed through her mind and she felt herself get wet. "Dirty girl," she thought playfully to herself, "dirty, dirty girl." But far from dissuading her, the phrase helped her find her courage. She reveled in the thought. She would go through with it after all.
She walked through the door wearing a red negligee that clung to the curve of her breasts and hips. He smiled, stood up and walked toward her. Not so much a walk, but a swagger. The same swagger he had used as he walked across the bar to her table. He wore that same confident smile that made her blush like a school girl.
"I'm Rick," he said as he slid into her booth, not waiting for an invitation. She had glanced around nervously, not sure if she was looking for help or was afraid she'd get caught.
"I'm married," she said trying not display the least bit of confusion.
"So, what? You're not allowed to talk to other men?" he played coy. "That's a pretty tight leash your man keeps you. You're not in a cult, are you?"
"What? No, of course..." and she trailed off, realizing he had unsettled her, gotten underneath her and caused a bit of confusion. He signaled to the bartender for a beer. She took a deep breath. "Look Rick, I'm very flattered but you'd best spend your time elsewhere. I'm really not interested."
"Oh, come on now, I'm just being friendly. I'm guessing like me you're just passing through," He leaned a bit over the table and lowered his voice, "and to be honest, you're the only one who looks the least bit interesting to talk to." He was cute. He had a rugged, sun-baked look about him, but his speech made him seem more refined. He could pass for a cowboy, but she guessed he was more likely a teacher of some kind, or maybe even a doctor, something that needed some education.
She smiled at the compliment. "Suit yourself."
Now she stood awkwardly in the bathroom doorway trying to remember how to look sexy as he approached her. She needn't have worried. He unbuttoned his shirt as he approached her, letting it fall to the floor and revealing a well toned physique. She suddenly worried that her body, which was still well proportioned despite having become a bit fuller in the years of marriage, was not good enough for him. She took a hesitant half step backward, part out of shyness, mostly out of fear of rejection.
