My work on Monday at the Omaha DelTex office could not help me avoid thinking about my predicament and triangle of women in Kelly, Leah and now Leah's mother Helen. What in the world had I gotten myself into. First sleeping with the new neighbor nineteen year old virgin, then her roommate, and now her mother. This was the kind of mess where a guy ends up either shot or with his nuts cut off. That's what happens when the little head takes over thinking for the big head. At least DelTex was a big company with plenty of job opportunities all over the country. I guess I could always ask for a transfer if thinks got too sticky. At least for now, all the women wanted to keep this a secret. This was just a fling with Helen, she would forget about me after we parted ways later this week. Leah was certainly never going to take me home for Sunday dinner so I wouldn't see Helen there. Kelly planned on keeping our escapades quiet for now as long as I kept her happy (Guess I should have told her I wouldn't be around this Wednesday night -- guess I'd have to make that up to her if she comes looking).
I received a break at work when some parts that I needed to continue my work did not arrive overnight and would not be at the office until Tuesday morning, which meant not only did I get to take off early Monday afternoon, but I did not have to report Tuesday until 10:00 a.m., although that meant a late night on Tuesday. I returned to the hotel and took advantage of the pool, hot tub and sauna before returning to my room for a ninety minute nap to refresh myself for the evening ahead. About 6:00, I was roused from my sleep when the cell phone rang. Thinking it might be work, I quickly answered it and heard Leah on the other end.
"Hope I didn't bother you at work. How's it going?" she asked.
"No, you're fine. Got off a little early and just resting here in my dreary hotel room. What are you doing? Better yet, what are you wearing?"
She giggled softly and said, "Nothing, just sitting here in my bedroom. Kelly went out to some fraternity softball game or something. She'll probably be out late again, if she comes in at all. I don't know how she gets through school partying so much. We're almost done with the semester and I have so much studying to do." Blah, blah, blah, she went on for a couple more minutes about school. I finally cut her off, asking again, "You didn't answer my question -- what are you wearing -- or not wearing? Have time for a little stress relief before you hit the books again?"
"Sorry. I was hoping we could do that again. I have on my favorite T-shirt, my blue high school oversized shirt that I've had since junior year -- and nothing else. What are you wearing."
"A towel - well not anymore." I talked her through another round of phone sex that brought her off in about ten minutes. She panted and cooed on the phone for a few minutes afterward, telling me she couldn't wait til I got back there to give the real thing and surprise I had promised her before I left. Had to remember to come up with something -- couldn't remember now what that was even though I vaguely remembered telling her something to that effect. I finally got her off the phone and hopped in the shower to get ready to meet Helen again. I lathered up my cock and got hard thinking about my plan to invade her ass later on in the evening. I resisted the temptation to get off in the shower so I could save myself for later. I finished my shower, shaved and slapped on some cologne and clothes before heading down to the bar.
After my first beer, I saw Helen enter the bar. She looked great in a wrap-around skirt that hugged her ass tightly and white blouse that showed plenty of cleavage. She was also not alone, as a man and woman in their late thirties or early forties flanked her on the left and right. She approached me and introduced the pair, Mike and Sheila, some client reps she had met at her pharmaceutical convention. As we shook hands, I sized up Mike as about my height, six foot, and pretty well cut, no bodybuilder but it was obvious he kept in shape. Sheila was a stunning mocha colored beauty, apparently the product of mixed marriage. She was about 5'6" with wavy brown hair, lovely cheekbones, a smooth neck that begged to be caressed, smallish breasts that fit her athletic body, a killer ass and lean smooth legs that were shown off by the skimpy dress she was wearing. As Mike and Sheila got the attention of the bartender to order some drinks, Helen pulled me to the side and apologized for their inclusion.
"Sorry, but they are important clients and wanted to keep talking through dinner. They're also staying here and I didn't want to stand you up. I'll do my best to shake them as soon as dinner."
"No problem," I said. The way Sheila looked at me, I wouldn't mind keeping her around all night. After a few drinks, we enjoyed a wonderful dinner in the hotel restaurant. Mike apparently had some pull as he got us a secluded table and several bottles of expensive wine that allowed us to relax and unwind. I determined that he and Sheila worked together but also probably had a more personal relationship based on the way they looked at each other, touched hands often, and shared their food through dinner. I could tell Helen was doing her best to politely shoo them away, but after dinner, Mike suggested that we all join him in his suite on the top floor, where he had some champagne chilling. Helen reluctantly agreed and I didn't give a shit, so we adjourned to his suite, which had an open air balcony with two lounging chairs and a nice view of the city. Helen joined me on one chair while Sheila and Mike occupied the other.
Conversation and champagne flowed while Helen cuddled up to me and Sheila did the same with Mike. As the night progressed and we got looser, so did Mike's tongue. He finally got around to asking how Helen and I knew each other. She finally admitted that we had met last night and focused on the fact that we were both from St. Louis and not that we had spent the previous night fucking our brains out.
Mike pressed on, asking "So did two have plans to be alone later tonight. We don't want to keep you if you have something -- or someone -- to do."
