If he left Reno and she left San Diego at around the same time they could rendezvous near Owens Lake by both driving about five hours. Rustic Lake Motel. That was the plan. The excuses were easy: problems at work, emergency in another office location. Their perspective marriages were... let's say... they left room for wanting more... and Drew and Eliza wanted more.
Drew hit to road at 3pm on Monday. He said his goodbyes and made his hopefully lasting apologies and said he'd call on his way to... LA... he said. Drew was off. And he was early.
Eliza took more time. She was an organizer, a planner, needed to make sure she had everything she might need. And then she rechecked. She jumped when Stephen, her husband came upstairs to check on her. It had been too long since she felt desired. It was too long since she had seen someone look at her the way Drew looked at her.
Drew and Eliza were friends of friends. They met at a reunion of sorts and bonded over marathon running, training, diet and other mundane and boring things. But they both knew that when they were talking and later texting about running that it wasn't just running they were talking about. There were times when Drew didn't want to change the autocorrect of rubbing to running. But he did... at first.
ETM became part of their text vernacular. Erase This Message. Messaging led to a few chance encounters. Business brought Drew to San Diego, the two were in LA for a mutual friend's wedding. Finally a straw broke or a foot dropped and they were taking to plunge into Owens Lake, a meeting place in between their respective homes.
They weren't meant to meet until 10pm at the Motel but Drew wanted to be early. It was years since he had been with anyone other than his wife and although his lust ran deep for Eliza he was nervous and afraid. He was so full of energy and vitality and life and did not want to disappoint. Plus the romantic in him wanted to set the room up with a few candles and accoutrements before her arrival. In truth, he needed to check in and find the nearest bar.
Eliza got on the road and called Drew.
"Are we really doing this? Where are you?"
"I got on the road early. I'll be there around 8ish."
She wasn't in control suddenly and Eliza was excited and frustrated all at the same time. "You said 10. I was planning on 10."
"I'll still be there at 10 Liza."
She loved the way he said Liza and she immediately forgave him. "Are we really doing this?"
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I just want to see you."
"And I want to see you."
"Okay. I'll see you around 10."
Drew smiled. "Call me when you get closer... or before if you want."
"Okay."
"Okay."
They hung up.
Drew drove. Eliza sped up and decided not to care about the potential of police. She unsnapped the top button of her pants and then the next. Then the next and had enough room to slip her hand into her pants. She was amazed and surprised, happy and nervous, to find herself dripping with anticipation. She left her hand there and slid her middle finger around enjoying a feeling she had not had in quite some time.
A few hours passed and Drew was at the Motel. It was rustic as the name insinuated but very upscale. The Jacuzzi tub was all they advertised and more. He opened up his bag, pulled out a few candles and placed them around the tub. He unscrewed a few light bulbs to darken the mood yet keep enough light that he may gaze upon Eliza's sensational body.
Eliza had a runner's body. She was lean, her legs drew shapely and muscularly into her amazing ass, perfectly plump from long runs and squats. He thought about the times he had grazed against it and excitement built that he would potentially hold it in his hands tonight. Her stomach was lean and he never saw it but imagined the outlines of a muscular six pack beneath her clothing. Breasts were perfect- not too big not too small. But his favorite part, that spot between her neck and her shoulder that he wanted to hold and rub and touch and grab onto as he made love to her.
The room was set. It was time for liquid courage and the restaurant bar seemed as if it wanted some company. He shot off a quick text. "We are checked in. I'll be awaiting your beautiful arrival at the bar. Call me when you get close."
Eliza's heart skipped a beat. She thought about the first time she saw Drew. Friends of friends - happens all the time... but this time was different. From the first look it was the look of what else is going on behind those eyes? Subtext seemed to override every conversation. She would deny it ever happened but she would always take any opportunity to gaze his muscular shoulder or playfully grab/tap/gently slap an arm. She wanted to touch him. She always wanted to touch him. And the last time they were together in one of those random rendezvous she told him she had to leave due to the fact that she wanted to fuck him so badly at the moment. It was the safe thing to do at the time.
Eliza didn't call. Drew was left at the bar looking at his phone every 16 seconds. Instead she knowingly let him live in that tortured state and got all the way to the parking lot. She called and he picked up immediately.
"I'm having second thoughts," she said.
"Okay..."
"What happens after this happens?"
"I don't know. We aren't there yet."
Eliza is quiet and Drew looks around before he speaks again. "Where are you?"
