Carol laid her running outfit neatly on the bed; then emptied the race registration bag. There were the usual freebies, trial offers, and race registration forms. She picked up the safety pins and affixed the race number to her blue running shorts. She had the evening planned, after a long tub bath; she would get dressed, go to the pasta dinner, and then return to the room. Before going to sleep she would call Ken.
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In the office building across from the hotel, Attorney Lou Blanton was busy reviewing case law. Working late on the weekends had become routine. But it wasn’t without reward. Near the window, Lou had a professional grade camera with telescopic lens mounted on a tripod. It was pointed in the direction of the nearby mountain range. Clients enjoyed looking through the lenses at the magnificent views. There were other views, however, that only Lou enjoyed. Late at night, alone with the lights off, he would rotate the camera and spy on the hotel.
It never ceased to amaze him how many guests left their curtains wide open. Of course from their vantage point, his building looked empty. He certainly wasn’t complaining.
He knew this weekend would be special with all the runners in town.
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After showering, Carol stood in front of the mirror, straightening her dress. It was made of a stretchy polyester/spandex mix that emphasized her 5’8”, 130-pound frame. She straightened the spaghetti straps on her shoulders, and then ran her hands down the front flattening her stomach. Finally satisfied, she picked up the bottle of perfume from her suitcase and sprayed her wrist and neck. She walked to the window and looked out into the darkness. The full moon cast an eerie glow on the snow capped mountains.
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“Damn!” Lou moaned as he peered through the camera now focused on the middle aged woman on the 12th floor. Click. Click.
“Don’t close those curtains, baby.”
The woman fingered her blonde hair back behind her left ear. The chin-length haircut was eye-catching. Click. Nice rock on the finger, too. A married woman all alone for the weekend, where’s your husband he wondered. Click. Lou guessed her age to be late 30s. As she turned and walked back into the room he watched her hips flex beneath her tight dress. He was already hard thinking about what it would be like to wrap his hands around that tight little piece of ass. Click. She had a runner’s body alright; long and thin with tiny breasts. Not the type of woman to get top billing at the local strip bar. Lou reached down and squeezed his cock.
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Carol rode the elevator down to the lobby and followed the signs passed the bar to the Pre Race Social/Dinner. The cash bar was crowded with runners of all ages and sizes. Already a line had formed for the buffet dinner. She smiled as two full figured women filled their plates with pasta.
“Carol Jones?”
Carol turned and there stood Colonel Billy Myers.
“Hello, Colonel Myers.”
“Let’s not be so formal Mrs. Jones. Please call me Billy.”
“Okay…hello Billy.”
They hugged.
She hadn’t seen him in over five years. Ken had served as his brigade supply officer in the military. When Colonel Myers retired, he moved away and her only contact with him was an occasional phone call and Christmas card. She knew that her husband stayed in contact and exchanged emails with him on a regular basis.
"Carol, you look great."
“Thank you Billy.”
He didn't miss the opportunity to glance down the top of her dress. She wasn’t very big there, but what the heck; anything over a mouthful was a waste anyway. He pulled her back into his arms and whispered, “Your hair is beautiful.”
Carol felt her cheek grow hot as his eyes roamed up and down her body. Colonel Myers was slightly taller than Ken; she guessed a little over 6 foot. He was just as she remembered an immaculate dresser and physically fit.
"Ken is one hell of a lucky man."
Billy turned his head looking around the room.
“Where is that rascal anyway?”
"Oh he had to cancel at the last minute. He got some project from General Storm.”
“Another ‘gobi’ I bet.”
“What?”
“It means another general officer bright idea.”
Carol laughed quietly.
“It’s just making retirement look more and more attractive.”
“In my last email, I told him to be sure to send me his resume.”
“I know he appreciates your good advice.”
“Listen, he won’t have any trouble finding a job. He’s one of the best officers I’ve served with and besides he has the best looking wife, too.”
“Thank you, Colonel Myers…I mean Billy.” Carol blushed.
“By the way, was Ken registered to run in this race?”
“Yes.”
“I came here with a couple of my colleagues and we could sure use another number. Would you be interested in selling Ken’s number?”
“You can have it, Billy.”
“Great! Are you staying in the hotel?”
“All the way up on the 12th floor.”
“If you don’t mind, maybe we could sit together during dinner and then afterwards I’ll escort you to your room and pick up the number.”
“Okay.” Carol replied.
Carol followed Billy to the serving line. Her stomach fluttered at the prospect of Colonel Myers escorting her back to the room. She hated to admit it but he still had that certain charisma that left her feeling unsettled. She reassured herself, however, that it was nothing more than an innocent infatuation.
Carol and Billy had a delightful dinner. After the obligatory speeches by the race coordinators, they settled into a discussion that literally made them oblivious to what everyone else was doing or saying. She sat facing him, smiling and nodding her head frequently. They laughed and talked and with each passing moment reaffirmed why they were still such good friends. They talked about work, politics, friends, Carol’s running program, and even Billy’s ex-wife. She genuinely felt comfortable with Billy.
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When Carol excused herself to go to the ladies room, Billy stared at her nice ass as she walked away.
“That’s one fine lady.”
Billy turned and looked up at his two smiling colleagues.
“Yes she is.”
“I thought you liked them with a little more meat on their butt.”
“I’d gladly make an exception with this lady.”
“You’ll have to be careful and not hit bone.”
The three men laughed.
“Who is she?”
“That’s my former S4’s wife. I’d give my left nut to get her horizontal.”
“So, we shouldn’t wait up for you tonight?”
“With a bit of luck, I’ll be up with that fine piece of ass tonight.”
“If you need any help just give us a call.”
“Yeah, right.”
The two men drifted back into the bar.
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