Thanks to The Costermonger for his editing skills.
Teresa awoke and lay with her eyes shut for a moment. She was lying on her left side and she felt a growing sense of disquiet. Her left eye was buried in the pillow and she cracked the right one open a bit. She was looking at a digital clock that read, 7:40. She closed her eye and tried to remember if she had some reason to get up. She felt her husband, Scott, stir on the other side of the bed.
As her mind swam to full awareness, she was aware of a sense of disorientation. Their clock wasn't beside her; it was on the dresser at the foot of their bed and across the bedroom. Then she remembered: this was not her bedroom, this was a hotel room. She was at a sales convention in Dallas. She felt Scott roll against her back, his cock hard and rubbing against the bare cheeks of her ass.
It hit her with the shock of a piano falling on her. 'My God,' she thought. 'Scott isn't here!' It all came rushing back, and she began to tremble, the shock and guilt rushing over her in a tidal wave of regret and grief.
It had started on Friday. When she walked into the room, there were thirty or so chairs around the long table. About half were occupied, the people putting a chair between themselves and their neighbors, as strangers are prone to do. The nearest unoccupied chair was between a man and a woman, directly in front of her. She started across the gap and the man saw her intent. He stood up and pulled the chair out for her, pushing it back as she took her seat.
"Thanks," she said, giving him a grateful smile. She noticed that he was very good looking, maybe a few years older than her 32. He had blonde hair and very blue eyes, almost appearing too good-looking to be true. She felt herself blushing a bit at his flashing smile and deliberate appraisal. She knew what he saw; she had seen it in the mirror. She was a tall slender redhead, white, nearly translucent, skin, brown eyes and freckles scattered across her cute little nose. Her high cheekbones and full lips gave her a distinctive look. She was leggy and small breasted, the body type that would have fit well on a runway, had she been so inclined.
"You're quite welcome," he said. He stuck out his hand. "Jason Terry."
She took his hand and felt the strength of it, wrapping her long slender fingers in large tanned ones. "Teresa Adams," she said. "Are you a buyer, or a seller?"
He laughed easily, the sound pleasing to her ears. "Neither," he said. "I'm an attorney. I represent the seller. You?"
"Buyer," she said. "I work for Raylon. We're looking for some new patterns or some colors that strike our eyes."
"Well, I'm sure you'll find something," he said. "I know I found something," he gave her a wink.
"Um... okay, I'll bite," she smiled. "What have you found?"
"I'm sitting next to the hottest woman in Dallas." He gave her a lopsided grin, disarming the words.
"Right," she laughed. "Well, you're quite the flatterer! Just what I'd expect from a lawyer. This woman happens to be happily married and intends to stay that way." She held up her hand and flashed him her rings.
"No harm in dreaming," he said, giving her another of those grins.
The meeting went about as she had expected and it lasted until late in the afternoon. She spent the down time mingling and had a few conversations with Jason. He asked her if she would have dinner with him at the hotel and she didn't see any harm in that. She went upstairs and showered, and then she called Scott.
"Hey, baby!" His answer was as cheerful as always. "My girl have a good day?"
"I did," she said. "Just the usual. Boring speeches but I found some new summer patterns that I love. I'm going to eat dinner with a lawyer guy I met at the first session in a few minutes."
He was silent for a perceptible moment and she laughed. "Scott, you know you're the man I love and I have to eat. This is just a business guy; it's not like I'm going on a date."
He laughed after a bit. "Yeah, just remember that. I have to run and pick Kristan up from softball practice. Have a good night. I love you."
"I love you, too," she said.
After she hung up the phone, there was a smile on her face. The thought of their daughter and the time she was spending bonding with her father was something about which she felt very good. She dressed for dinner, just slacks and a nice silk blouse.
Jason was waiting when she walked into the restaurant and he looked her over with obvious appreciation. Teresa had always been a bit of a flirt and she enjoyed the attention. She never let it get out of control and she knew how to shut down men who were too friendly.
The meal was okay, but she decided she wasn't going to eat there again. They did have a nice wine list and they shared a nice bottle of cabernet. They talked for a while over their wine and she found him to be a very pleasant dinner companion. She was feeling a little buzzed when he walked her upstairs to her room.
She turned at the door and was surprised when he stepped forward and kissed her. The intensity quickly grew until she stepped back and gave a shaky laugh. "Goodnight, Jason," she said, slipping inside and closing the door.
He turned and walked slowly back to his room. She had felt it; he was sure. This was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She looked as if she had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. His wife was cute, but this woman was in a completely different league. He looked forward to these conventions. He had always enjoyed success with the ladies. He could usually score with some woman, away from home and vulnerable. He preferred married women. They fucked like minks, enjoyed the uninhibited sex and went back home to their pathetic husbands. There was no danger of them becoming clingy and messing up his perfect life. His job was a plum, handed to him by his father-in-law. Jason was a junior partner in his father-in-law's firm and there was very little Jason had to do in his position, except keep Janet happy. She wouldn't be happy, finding out that he was scoring at all these conventions.
He had no expectations with Teresa. She was one of those women that were fun to chase, but she would be very unlikely to give up her body. He knew the type. If she did, though, she would be the fuck of a lifetime.
Teresa leaned against the wall inside the door of her room, her head spinning a bit. She couldn't imagine what had possessed her to react as she did, but she was as horny as hell. She took a shower and went to bed, resolved to have nothing to do with Jason Terry the next day.
And yet, here she was, the memory of the night before beginning to dawn over her. She remembered going to dinner with Jason, again. They went into the lounge and had a couple of drinks, then he asked her to dance. She knew she shouldn't, but some reason, she did.
The night became a whirl of dancing lights, soft music, swirling in his arms and somehow, they were rutting wildly on his bed. It had been a slow dance of seduction.
They had gone to a five star restaurant down the street from the hotel. The food had been excellent, the wine was flowing and she felt free in a way she hadn't in a long time. After dinner, they went for a short walk, just talking companionably and passed the door of a club.
"Want to go in?" he asked.
She did, but she knew it was pushing the boundaries of what she could allow. "No, I'd love to dance, but I can't," she said.
He laughed. "I understand. Hey, I have an idea. Let's go back to the hotel, I'll pick up another bottle of wine, we'll go to my room, dance a couple of times and call it a night. Deal?"
A couple of dances couldn't hurt anything, she reasoned. The wine sounded good, too, so they made their way back toward the hotel. She felt him fumble for her hand and she gave it to him, shyly, as they walked back. It felt very exciting to Teresa, holding the hand of this gorgeous man she'd just met. It was very wicked and exhilarating at the same time. He stopped at the desk on the way up and ordered a bottle sent to his room.
It arrived about five minutes after they got there, and he put a music station on the TV, poured two glasses and they toasted. "Summer fashions," he said.
She threw back her head and laughed. They finished the wine, swiftly, and he held out his hand. He was a very good dancer and so was she. They moved easily around the room and she could feel the heat of his body against hers, drawing them into a world of only the two of them.
He drew her gradually closer, marveling at the beauty of the woman in his arms. The soft jazz slowed as he pulled her against him, moving as one now and her mind drifted in the sensation. He was a master of seduction and he felt her guard slipping. Time for phase two.
He put his cheek against her ear, his face buried in the fragrance of her flaming hair. "You smell wonderful," he whispered in her ear.
His hot breath against her ear made her shiver and she felt his lips against her bare throat, leaving a trail of fire down to the hollow of her collarbone. Some last dregs of her resistance made her speak.
