OH, God, I asked myself while trying to catch my breath, if it’s that exciting to just think about it I can’t even imagine how great the real thing will be.
Poor Nelson didn’t even cross my mind that night. My dreams were conquered by an invading force of want and lust…a force named Stoney.
The next morning I wandered down to the hotel’s coffee shop for breakfast. One of the guys at work who previously stayed there told me they had the best eggs benedict in the world.
I was being approached by the hostess when I saw an arm raised up from a back table.
“Good morning, ma’am; one?” she asked with a friendly smile and strong New York accent.
“Ah, actually I see a friend back there,” I said, pointing at the lonely arm, now waving around. “Is it okay if I sit with him?”
“Of course,” she replied as I followed her to the man of my dreams. I don’t think Stoney even saw the way the pretty, young lady flirted with him. She may have been seating me but she never took her eyes off of him. He probably gets so much of that he doesn’t even notice anymore, I figured.
“I see you made it,” he said, flashing his pearly white smile.
“Oh yeah; in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a big girl now. I can find my way to and from airports all by myself.”
“Oh I’ve noticed,” he returned.
Ah ha, the first volley with sexual connotations. I knew immediately we were both on the same page. From there our conversation only grew with bolder double-entendres and sexual innuendos. By the time he finished his steak and eggs and I my eggs benedict, it was a done deal. Without actually coming out and saying it, we both knew what we’d be doing for the next two nights.
We sat together, of course, at the seminar. I’m not even sure what it was about. I kept dreaming of what was ahead of us. About the time I’d try to settle down and listen to the guy doing all the talking, Stoney would lean over and whisper something in my ear. The comments got dirtier in nature as they progressed. By the time we broke for lunch I was reluctant to get up from my chair for fear I’d squish from my wet panties.
The seminar had a buffet set up in the back of the room for lunch. Just as we approached, a couple guys from the California office came over to say hi to Stoney and I got corralled by a guy who had moved from our Chicago office to New Jersey, so we were both kept busy. That was probably a good thing or I might have tossed the food on the floor and attacked Stoney on the table right there in front of everyone. Well, that’s the way it happened in my dream, anyway.
By the time the seminar ended for the day at three o’clock, I was hornier than I could ever remember. Stoney and I stopped in one of the hotel’s bars for a quick drink. He started the conversation as soon as we were served. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since I transferred to Chicago.”
“You have? How come you never said anything?”
“I can’t take a chance. I love my wife and kids—but I also love a strange piece of ass now and then. I just have to be extremely careful. Angie, that’s my wife, almost caught me a couple of years ago. I had a little thing going with an L.A. Ram’s cheerleader. Like an idiot I took her home one day for a quickie. Of course Angie picked that day to get sick at work and came home early. If she’d shown up twenty minutes sooner she’d have caught me red handed.