Our first stop in New York is at the hotel, so we can drop our overnight bags, and change before going to dinner. When Connie asks the desk clerk to change our room from one king-sized bed to two double beds, he informs her that they are fully booked and there are no other rooms. Connie looks over at me, and shrugs her shoulders.
“I’m okay with it, if you don’t hog the covers.” She says, smiling. Oh fuck! I can’t believe she’s so nonchalant about sleeping in the same bed.
“I’ll do my best to behave.” I say, not intending the innuendo the way it comes out.
“Me too.” Connie answers, raising an eyebrow at me. Turning to the desk clerk she says we’ll take it.
We take turns showering and getting dressed. I’m ready to go, when Connie comes out of the bathroom, asking me to zip up her evening dress. It’s a black, thin-strapped gown that barely covers her ample breasts. My hands are almost shaking, as they brush against her lower back to pull the zipper away from her bare skin. I glimpse the thin strip from the top of her thong, just before I pull the zipper up. When I’m done, she twirls around and asks me what I think.
“You are gorgeous!” I tell her, taking her hands. “A vision of loveliness.” The dress looks like it can barely contain her luscious tits, and they bounce noticeably as she moves.
“Thank you for doing this, Mr. D.” She smiles, kissing my cheek.
We have a leisurely dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Italian place that a New Yorker friend of Connie’s told her about. It lives up to its recommendation and I try to focus on the conversation instead of the fact that we’re going to be sharing a bed in a few hours.
The play is everything we hoped it would be and as we file out for intermission, everyone is singing its praises.
“Oh god!” Connie says, turning towards me. “There they are!” She whispers. I look past her and see Chris with a very attractive woman walking in our direction. They haven’t seen us and Connie seems to want to keep it that way.
“Don’t panic.” I tell her calmly. “This is a great opportunity to show him you’re not sitting home sulking.” I look her in the eye. “Walk right up and act like you’re surprised to see him and then introduce us.”
“You’re sure?” She asks, looking panicked by the idea.
“I’m sure.” I tell her firmly. “Oh, and use my first name. Introduce me as Don, not Mr. D.” I smile, as I lead her on a path through the crowd that will intersect Chris and his wife, just before they get to the bar.
“Chris!” Connie says. “What a pleasant surprise!” She’s amazing, reaching her hand out towards his wife. “I’m Connie.” She says.
“I’m Melanie, Chris’ wife.” She says, extending her hand, while her eyes roam over Connie’s sexy body.
“Why Chris!” Connie admonishes him. “You never told me you were married.” I can’t believe how well she’s handling this. “This is Don.” We shake hands all around, Chris is obviously uncomfortable with this, but Connie and Melanie carry on their conversation.
“I work under your husband.” Connie says, letting the innuendo hang in the air. “He doesn’t always give me the most satisfying projects, but I’ve learned a lot.” I’m glad we haven’t gotten drinks yet, because I think I’d be choking on mine.