If the motel were busier, you wouldn't even notice her. She was about five foot five inches tall, brunette, 130 pounds, mid-forties, nice shape and probably fun to look at under her jogging suit. I had seen her yesterday in the operating waiting room. Like now, she had looked tired, down and alone. Company for continental breakfast seemed like a good idea, so I walked over to her table in the corner by the window. "I saw you at the hospital yesterday. My I join you for breakfast?"
"Sure, but I'm about finished and ready to go across the street."
"Who are you visiting?"
"My husband has diabetes and is having his remaining leg removed because of circulation and infection problems. You were waiting yesterday too. Who were you visiting?"
"I'm sorry to hear about your husband. Are you his primary care-giver?"
"Yes, we've been married forever and he has been disabled for six years."
"My wife is having back surgery. She has Parkinson's and I've been her care-giver for many years also. You are so young and beautiful. I'm sorry that you have to sacrifice so much."
"Thank you for the compliment. Sounds like you really know the routine. I sure don't feel young or beautiful."
I reached out a hand, "I'm Ron Huddle."
"Teri Clark."
"Tell me all about yourself, Teri Clark."
"Not much to tell. I was a real estate agent until Tom got sick. We have two kids: a boy and a girl; both grown, married and moved away."
"Do you have any hobbies? What do you do for fun? What do I have to do to get you to smile?"
That brought a smile to her face. Like most women she was pretty when she smiled.
"Not much time for fun or hobbies anymore. I used to love to travel, garden, dance and just go and go."
Her voice was hollow and sad for her own loss of freedom. I knew the feeling well. She finished her breakfast and was ready to leave.
"May I walk with you across the street? I'm anxious to read all the same four year old magazines again."
"Every time I saw you, you were working on your computer."
"True."
She never answered my question but I pulled her chair out and we walked together across the street in the beautiful, clear, early morning June air.
Our day was predictable. We were both starved for company and conversation. We kept running into each other in the cafeteria when our spouses slept. We talked for a total of three hours. During our afternoon meeting, I asked her, "How about having dinner with me tonight after Tom is settled for the evening?"
She looked shocked but recovered quickly. "I don't have clothes to go out and I'm not sure that would be appropriate."
"I understand. I enjoy your company and thought it would be fun to talk about other things than our ailing spouses."
Her husband was on the fifth floor; my wife was on the sixth. We walked together quietly to the elevator. I punched both floors and just before the door opened for the fifth floor, she spoke, "I would enjoy dinner tonight."
"Meet me in the lobby about 6:30. We'll find someplace we both like."
Teri was dressed in tan slacks and a white short sleeve blouse and waiting when I got to the lobby at 6:25. In makeup and with a smile, she was beautiful. Her green eyes sparkled. When I looked at her and let my eyes travel over her body, she lowered her head and eyes.
"You are beautiful, Teri. You had yourself hidden well yesterday and today."
She blushed and said, "Thank you."
We found a generic steakhouse and enjoyed a high cholesterol dinner. Both the hotel and the restaurant were in a business area, so there were few customers on Friday nights and the weekends. When the waitress asked if we were ready for dessert, I took over, "Give us a little time to work off some of our dinner." I held out my hand to Teri. She took it without a word and I led her to the empty dance floor, just after the prerecorded track started to spill out a dated Nat King Cole slow tune.
I was taller, stronger and more athletic than Teri. Halfway through the song, she had quit resisting my leads and we moved well together. I dipped her slightly at the end of the song and held her until another slow dance started. This time, her body seemed to be touching mine more than it did during our first dance. The song was a long one. We quit talking and just enjoyed the touch of each other's body. Her left hand had moved to the side of my neck and my right hand had slipped down quite a bit by the end of our dance. As the music ended, her breasts were pressed against my chest and my right thigh was tight between her legs. I leaned down, kissed her neck below her ear and whispered, "Thank you. I really enjoyed that dance and the touch of your body."
Teri realized how far we had gone and pulled away from me. I followed her to the table and motioned to the waitress, "Can we please have some coffee?"
"I have to get back. I should be at the hospital by eight."
"Have a coffee with me; then, I will take you back. Teri, I'm sorry, if I offended you on the dance floor. My compliment was true. I haven't danced or held a woman close and felt her body respond in many years."
She was visibly uneasy and flinched when I used the word "respond." We sipped our coffee in silence for several minutes. Teri stole several looks at me, as if wondering what else I would say. I had no intention of saying anything else. Age gives you that. If your partner doesn't want to be with you, you don't want it either. My sex drive no longer pushes me into the testosterone driven games of my dating youth.
I never asked if she wanted dessert. Instead, I paid the bill, helped her on with her jacket, walked to the car and drove back to the hotel. Teri was quiet but struggling to say something. She slipped her arm in mine as we walked in and stopped at the elevator.
"I enjoyed tonight."
I tightened my arm around hers to acknowledge her words, led her into the elevator, but I said nothing.
She did not look at me when she spoke, "I liked the touch of your body also."
Now I turned her, tilted her face to mine and kissed her lips softly. The kiss was one of possession, without passion and without any demand. Her eyes were closed when I broke the kiss. She wasn't finished. Lightly I touched her eyelids and traced my fingertips down the side of her face, across her lips and down her neck. The door opened and we walked to the door of her room. I opened it and escorted her in with the words, "Have a night cap with me, it is only nine."
Teri seemed pliable. I removed her jacket, sat her by the little table and poured her some wine from the room's bar.
I pulled an armless chair in front of her and said, "Talk to me, Teri. I don't get to hear a healthy woman's voice often enough." She started to tell me that she did not know what to say, when I lifted her feet to my lap, removed her shoes and began to massage her feet. I sensed a complaint and just held a finger in front of my lips and repeated, "Talk to me."
For the next thirty minutes, I learned about her kids, her house, her garden and her lost dreams. I also learned to make her pause by touching special spots on her feet, ankles and calves. One of her feet slipped between my legs while I worked on the other. She could feel my half hard cock resting against the arch of her foot. When I switched feet, she nestled the newly freed foot back into the warmth of my crotch.
I brought her foot to my lips and kissed her toes and sucked the middle one into my mouth. A little gasp slipped from her lips but she did not pull away.
"I want to kiss you again. Come here."