The five of us crammed into the elevator, and some older women smiled at us, giving way. One said, "Golf trip? The wives let you out?"
We chuckled. "Yeah," Dennis replied. "Once a year, play some golf, have some beers, and just relax. How about you ladies?"
They were in their sixties, still stylish, dressed fashionably. "Shopping trip, there are 3 annexes within an hour of here. It gives the men a break and we get to act silly for a few days!"
"Same here," Bobby chimed in, always the lurch. "Maybe we'll see you ladies at the bar tonight for some Karaoke."
The ladies giggled like school girls as the doors opened on the lobby. They sashayed past us, smiling and winking, saying they'd see us later.
"Calm down, Horn-Dog, their old enough to be our mothers! And I thought we were going to the topless place," Dennis hollered.
Bobby smiled. "I don't know about you, but I always had a crush on one mom! And besides, flirting never hurt anybody. It might improve your communications skills!"
We laughed as we made our way to the Pro Shop to check in. It was then that my cell phone buzzed. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was the office.
My partner was a real fuck-up, so I had to take it. A project we had going was held up due to his misunderstanding a certain protocol, and I informed the guys that I would have to pass on golf.
It wouldn't be so bad. It would take me an hour on the PC to straighten things out, and I could lounge by the pool for a couple of hours. We had played yesterday and were playing tomorrow, and they usually hated five-somes at the course anyway.
The guys busted balls about not being my own man good naturedly, and I just said, "It will give me a head start at the bar."
As I entered the resort lobby, I almost ran over one of the women from the elevator coming out of the gift shop.
"Ooh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you!"
"I'm not that tiny! I wish I was! What happened with your golf buddies?"
And I told her, as we walked to the elevators, how it would take me an hour to straighten things out, then I could read and relax.
"And what about your friends? I thought you were going shopping."
"Not today, we walked for miles yesterday! Let them go if they want. This is my vacation, too. I just bought some sunscreen, and now I'm headed for the pool, too. Maybe I'll see you there?"
Well, that would ruin my relaxation, sitting chatting with some sixty five year old whose husband is probably chasing his secretary right now.
"Yes, maybe I will. Bye"
"You can help me reach spots I can't get to with the sunscreen!" I looked at her, and she laughed. "Look at that face! Just kidding, honey, I'll wait until my friends are back before I get so bold with a younger man!"
The doors closed, and she was gone. I smiled as I went to my room to solve the work problem.
An hour later, I left my room, shades, swim suit, towel, tee shirt and sandals. And my book. At thirty two, I had let myself go, developed a paunch, but the wife hadn't been exactly working out, either. After 2 kids, we had settled in. The sex was okay, but becoming less frequent due to both of us, i guess. This three day get-away was something we had been doing for 8 years now, and it was good to change routines.
The pool was large, and the sun was strong. Mid-week, at Eleven AM, most guests were out doing something. Everyone but me and my new friend. She saw me immediately and waved.
I enjoyed her sense of humor from earlier, and couldn't avoid her anyway, so I took the chaise lounge right next to her.
She had big shades, and a black one-piece, quite a nice figure for a woman her age, curvy but not fat. I could see she had worked on that tan. The pool attendant came by and we both ordered iced teas, which I put on my room.
"We didn't properly meet. I'm Mona, Mona Glassberg. We're up from New York City, me and the girls."
We shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Mona, I'm Pete. New York too, The Bronx."
She was originally from the Bronx, too, and based on her old neighborhood, I knew she was gone a while. That area had gone down hill long ago.
We toasted the Bronx with our iced teas. She was very open, which you don't find much anymore, people so cautious of strangers. She readily admitted to being 63, married, mother of 2 grown girls. Grandmother of one boy, so far.
I related my story, and she seemed shocked by my age. "I know, I went grey early."
"Yes," she reached over and brushed my salt and pepper hair from my face. "It's nice to know you aren't vain, but if you ever get single again, try coloring it honey, you'll look ten years younger."
She wasn't rude about it, just stating what she felt was obvious.
"Thanks, maybe I should just do it for our little vacation, and rinse it out."
"If you're looking to get laid, it would improve your odds."
I almost choked! She laughed again. "I'm so sorry, sometimes I just say things! Not that you have to change for me, honey, you're dead sexy just the way you are!"
I recovered enough to laugh. "That would definitely make this day."
She sat back and grinned. "Hmmm, a nice leisurely day, no involvement, no regrets, just two people enjoying themselves. Sounds like one of my romance novels, where the heroine gets swept away in passion by a young stranger."
My God, was she thinking what I was thinking? "Yes, like Afternoon Delight, no ties. No body's business but theirs."
She sat forward. He breasts heaved from her breathing. "Sounds like we have the formula for a Harlequin book."
"Or a perfect afternoon."
