Despite her declaration to think about things, the alcohol and sex put Julie out when her head touched the pillow. When she woke at 6:30, she felt a little guilty and a lot satisfied. She figured the alcohol caused her indiscretion. Oh, well, Michael would never know. She had to speak to Bob to make sure he understood that what happened was a one-time thing, even if it had been the most exciting sex she'd had in years.
Julie and Bob worked together all day Thursday. No words were spoken about the night before, though. Finally, about 4PM, Bob spoke. "Julie let's get away from everyone and have dinner by ourselves tonight."
"Bob, what happened last night was a mistake. I've never done anything like it before. I love my husband. I don't want to hurt my marriage."
"I don't want to hurt your marriage either, but I've been so lonely since I moved. We're away from home here in Atlanta. No one will ever know. We'll just have dinner and take a walk in public."
She waffled. "How can we do that? Won't the others suspect something?"
"You could tell them that you're tired and want to eat in your room tonight. I've been paying attention to the PA today, and I'll indicate that I've got a date. We can both go out the back way to the parking garage."
"I'm not sure."
"Come on. Do you want another evening with Walt's leering jokes? I've got a tip on a nice restaurant near a park where we can go walking afterwards."
"Well, okay. Just dinner. I'll need to change and call Michael first."
All of them stopped early, so Julie found herself sitting in her room about 6PM, getting ready to call Michael. She was thinking of calling Bob and cancelling dinner. Last night she could blame on too much booze. Tonight was planned and even though he said 'Just dinner', she knew he was hoping for another roll in the hay as part of the date.
That was the other thing. She may have been mad at Michael and that contributed to last night's indiscretion, but she had no wish to break up her marriage or home. Tonight's plans seemed more serious. Holly had a soccer game tonight so she dialed Michael's cell phone.
"Hey, how did the game go?"
"A tie. We scored once, and the game was played mostly in their end of the field, but we just couldn't get it into the net again. We're all out for pizza again. How was your day?"
"Michael, could you grab this?" Julie heard Jolene's voice in the background.
That bitch was after Michael again, and he was probably lapping it up. How many times had he screwed her this year?
"Honey, are you still there?"
"Sorry, something distracted me. Today was quiet. We're retesting all the problems that we found. Many of them are fixed, but I don't think they'll all be fixed before we leave."
"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."
"Michael, want another piece of pizza?"
That
goddamn simpering female voice again.
"I'm looking forward to getting home, too. Look, it's sort of noisy there. See you tomorrow night. Bye."
Julie walked to her closet and pulled out a wrap-around denim skirt and a camisole. It wouldn't compare to the outfits that you'd see in a club, but it was the sexiest outfit she had. The cami wouldn't need a bra. Finally, she pulled out a pair of light blue lacy panties before she got in the shower.
Fifteen minutes later she called Bob. "I'm ready."
"I'll go down and get the car now. Give me about ten minutes and I'll be waiting on the street."
"Okay."
Thirty minutes later they were sitting at a table in an older house that had been converted into a restaurant. "Bob, if you ran into Fred or Walt's wife somewhere, you wouldn't mention the trip to the strip club, would you?"
Bob looked across the table. Julie was sitting straight up, not resting against the chair back. "No, why?"
"What happens in Atlanta stays in Atlanta, right? I mean, we've enjoyed ourselves, but we know nothing serious is going on, right?" She had to make sure he understood.
"Of course. Two adults away from home who enjoy each other's company. That's all."
Julie leaned back in her chair. "You seem to have a flair for picking out wine. Recommend something that I would like with fish."
They continued talking easily through the meal and into desert including a Bailey's and coffee. "Your story about the nude beach, did you and your wife ever go again?"
"Well, that happened on the first day we were in Cannes. The next couple of days we toured up through Provence, saw them picking flowers for perfume, had good food, did all the touristy things. Then we ended up back in Cannes. She suggested we go back to the beach again. I said okay. I mean if your wife is dragging you off to look at naked women, what's to complain about."
"We plopped down beside another pair of girls. Michelle struck up a conversation with them. They were from England and Michelle just loves London so they were chattering on. I actually dozed off with all these nude women around. When I woke up, Michelle and these two English birds were off frolicking in the Mediterranean. I watched for a while. They were ducking each other and playing tag and so forth. Once one of the English gals tackled her pal and dragged her down. Then all of a sudden they were kissing while Michelle watched. After that they were each trying to tackle the others for a while before they came back. The girls left shortly afterwards. We stayed another half hour and left, too."
"I can't imagine going to a nude beach," Julie said.
"Well, when you're young you do wild and crazy things. Or maybe wild and crazy things show you're young."
After they finished dinner, he drove them to Chastain Park. "The park is open until 11 every evening. There are lots of joggers and walkers around even after the early evening sports teams are gone."
Julie could see a girl's softball game going on across the street as they walked up a hill through a picnic area. "It's a pleasant night for a stroll. Good spring weather."
Bob took her hand. "Being with you makes any weather pleasant."
Julie smiled, but didn't reply. They walked along holding hands for a few minutes.
"Why don't we sit over hear for a little while." Bob directed them towards a picnic shelter in the shadows away from the path. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Then he kissed her. After a minute she broke apart and looked around guiltily.
"No one can see us," he said, sensing her unease. She realized that was true, and turned to begin kissing him again. One of his hands covered her breast on top of her camisole. A thumb began caressing the nipple. She opened her eyes without breaking the kiss and glanced around, but then closed them again as he tweaked her nipple. She moaned.
He pulled a strap off one shoulder and exposed her breast. She panicked momentarily. His mouth covered her breast and sent a flood of hormones into her bloodstream as she recognized how risky and naughty this was. Soon he pulled the other strap down and moved to that nipple. She started to cover the abandoned nipple.
"No." He said it gently but firmly as the brushed her hand away from the bare breast.
Wild and crazy things show you're young
