He was too good looking to ignore. She just had to have him

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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.

“I went through hell for a while after that. I told her I came home to get something but there was no doubt she was suspicious. When I broke it off with the cheerleader she threatened to rat us out. I thought for sure I was going to lose my family. It obviously didn’t happen but it taught me to be more careful in the future.”

I had to admit, it was a little disconcerting to hear myself referred to as a, “strange piece of ass,” but then that’s what I was I guess. I didn’t take it personal. All I could think of was having this hunk pressed against my naked body.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this but I’ve been fantasizing about you for the last few months.”

“Really…well, well, well,” he smirked.

“I…ah, I’ve never done this before. How does it work? I mean, do I just come to your room or what?”

His smile was almost patronizing. “Well, I need a shower to revitalize myself after sitting in that stupid chair all day. I also have to call Angie and get that out of the way. Why don’t we meet in the restaurant for dinner about six-thirty. After that you go to your room and I’ll go to mine for a while…just to make sure. When I know the coast is clear I’ll come by.”

“Are you sure? I mean…if you’re going to take a shower I could scrub your back.”

There was that patronizing smile again. “I love your enthusiasm, Langley, but we’ll have all evening for the next two nights together. I need a little time to relax and talk to my wife and kids. Besides, it’s always better to fuck on a full stomach. It increases stamina. I’ll stay the night but I’ll set my alarm for five. That way I’ll be back in my own room before anyone else wakes up. How’s that sound?”

I was actually a little disappointed. I wondered if he had any idea how anxious I was. I thought of telling him I didn’t want to wait that long but decided to keep a smidgen of pride and agreed with his time table.

We finished our drinks and went to our rooms. The first thing I had to do was take my panties off and rinse them out in the sink. I stripped and walked to the bathroom in the raw. My whole body tingled when I thought of Stoney seeing me naked in a little while. I ran some water over my panties, wrung them out and hung them over the shower rod.

Rather than take my usual shower I decided to soak in the tube. Good old Hilton Inns. I spotted a small bottle of lavender bath oil on a shelf. I ran a full tube of nice hot water and added the oil before slinking in up to my neck. Oh God, it was heaven.

I closed my eyes and allowed my hand to wander. The touch of my slippery flesh as my fingers worked their way home was unbelievably erotic. I came with a stifled scream the moment I stroked my magic button.

I soaked until I started to prune up then threw on the terrycloth robe adorned with the Hilton insignia and made my way to the bed. I glanced at the clock as I collapsed onto the soft mattress. It was only twenty to five. God, there must be some way to speed up time, I thought. It’ll take me about half an hour to dress and put on my makeup. That still leaves almost an hour and a half—what the hell was I supposed to do for an hour and a half.

I laid there thinking. I looked at the clock again-quarter to five. It was only quarter to four in Chicago but…I wondered. Knowing my husband I guessed he’d take off early from work so he could spend some quality time with his daughter. I deliberated calling the house. I had to make sure Nelson wouldn’t be able to detect any guilt in my voice.

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