“Here’s your wine, dear.” Chris says. “I guess we better be going back in. Good to see you Connie. Come by my office on Monday and we’ll discuss that promotion, okay?”
“Okay.” Connie says, her eyes darting between Chris and I. “It was nice to meet you, Melanie.” Connie says. “We should get together sometime.” She smiles.
“That would be lovely.” Melanie says. “It was nice meeting you.” She says, as Chris takes her arm and almost drags her away.
“What did you say to him?” Connie whispers excitedly, as we walk back to our seats.
“Not much really. He knew that he wasn’t being fair to you.” I answer, noncommittally. Connie loops her arm through mine, and smiles, as she kisses my cheek.
“You really are the best, Don.” She says.
After the play, we stop for a drink. Connie laughs, as she tells me what an airhead Melanie is and I tell her how easily Chris agreed to get her a promotion. I don’t tell her about the video, of course.
“I can’t believe you said you work under him!” I laugh.
“I’m glad you made me confront him.” She says. “It was easier than I thought it would be. And I’m really glad you were with me when I did it.
“Me too.” I tell her.
When we get back to the hotel, I let Connie have the bathroom, while I quickly strip out of my clothes and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. I’m already in bed when she comes out of the bathroom, wearing an oversized nightshirt with Winnie-the-Pooh on it.
“You changed already?” She asks, walking to the closet to hang up her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, but I can see the outline of her thong through the yellow nightshirt.
“I figured you’d be a few minutes, so I just changed out here.” I answer, trying not to stare at the bumps her nipples make on the front of her nightshirt.
“You’re quite the daring risk taker.” She jokes as she turns out the light and slips under the covers on her side of the bed. We lie there on our backs for a few minutes, neither of us speaking.
“I had a good time tonight, Don.” Connie says, breaking the silence and thrilling me by continuing to use my first name.
“So did I, Connie.” I answer. “It’s the best evening I’ve had in a long time.” I tell her.
“Thank you.” She says, leaning over towards me. I turn my head towards her, just as she was ready to plant a kiss on my cheek. Our lips meet instead and we just stare at each other for a minute, before Connie kisses me on the lips. “Good night, Don.” She smiles and rolls over away from me.
“Good night, Connie.” I continue to lie on my back, contemplating that kiss until I fall asleep.
I must have moved around some during the night, because I wake up spooned against Connie’s back, with my face buried in her hair, and my arm draped over her waist. I don’t know what time it is, but my cock feels like a typical morning hard-on, and it’s sandwiched between Connie’s ass cheeks. Fuck! I start thinking about how I can move back to my side of the bed, without waking her up. As I lay there surveying my situation, I realize my hand is on her bare stomach. Her nightshirt must have ridden up, which means my pajama covered cock is pressing against her bare ass cheeks, split by the thin material of her thong. These thoughts only manage to arouse my cock even more and I gently lift my arm and start backing my hips away.