Part 1
Friday
I had been traveling to Chicago for work, coming home every other weekend. After work, most days I would take a book and go out for dinner. After eating most nights, I headed back to the hotel. During my weekends in town, on SaturdayI would get up and go for coffee and search for interesting ways to entertain myself until Monday.
Late Friday I stopped by the manager's office to brief her on my last week’s work… and I assumed we would decide on my tasks for the coming Monday. Her name was Jean. She was close to my age, perhaps a year older. But you couldn’t tell. At least I couldn’t. J was a good manager and seemed to be always looking for ways to motivate people working for her. I didn’t think that applied to me since I didn’t work for her.
“How about I take you to the movies tomorrow to reward you for all the hard work you have put in?”
I thought that would kill a few hours or so and I would be that much closer to heading home. “Sure,” I replied.
“OK. Pick out a movie and a time and send me a text.”
“I will.”
And I headed out, finished for the week.
Saturday
It was late summer and the weather was perfect, sunny skies and not too hot. J arrived at my hotel parking lot early afternoon, 30 minutes before the start of the movie so we could ride over together. It was her idea.
“You can drive,” she informed me. And we climbed into my rental car.
“How do you usually entertain yourself on the weekends?”
“I find a way,” I answered. “Start with a coffee shop. Catch up with what’s happening online. Then I look for interesting places to visit. Places where I might like the energy… the vibe.”
“What kind of places?”
“Last weekend I visited a cemetery.”
“What? Why?”
“It can be very interesting. There can be a lot of love there. At least at cemeteries where there are recent burials and the relatives still travel there a lot to show their feelings for their loved ones who have passed on.”
That reply kept her quiet until we entered the theater.
3D movies were big at the time and theaters had two different technologies to achieve the effect. My hometown had the less good kind. The movie theater near my hotel had the good version. They also served Starbucks inside the theater. Not my absolute favorite but a solid choice with acceptable quality. At least until I was in a place long enough to scour all the local coffee shops and find one with divine espresso. The kind that makes you think you are back in Italy… in my Italian friend’s grandma’s kitchen and she is making it by hand. Espresso in hand, J with Americano with cream, we deposited our tickets, collected our glasses and entered the theater.
Jean wasn’t a movie person and had never seen a movie in 3D. I can’t actually remember what movie it was. It was an action movie and the effects were very good. Good enough that you felt like you had to duck when something popped off screen right above your head. I do remember this exact moment halfway through. J was sitting on my left and she put her arm on the armrest between us, where my arm was already resting. Our bare elbows touched and there was a spark, like static electricity. She left her elbow there and so did I, pretending I didn’t notice anything.
Afterwards, “so… what did you think?” I ventured.
“I was shocked a few times. It seemed very real… Do you drink?”
“Alcohol?”
“Yes.”
“Not that often but sometimes.”
“Let’s go to a bar. I will buy you some drinks… over there,” pointing across the street.
“Ahhh.. OK.”
Too close to move the car so we walk over. I chose the bar’s outdoor seating area. Shortly the waitress fetched a cold draft beer for me and coke for her. It was quiet and we began to talk. Over the next few hours we covered many topics. And also devoured a few appetizers. Jean asked me a lot of questions and talked a lot but didn’t share much personal information. Later, as the sun was setting, it started to get a little chilly and J said we should move to the inside seating. So we did.
It was loud inside. Almost too loud to hear someone talk.
“Next. Let’s dance!” she begged. There was no one on the dance floor and only a few other tables had people. I’m normally too self conscious to dance in public but perhaps the last 4 or 5 beers were in play. After much convincing from Jean, I followed her to the dance floor. On the way I had the opportunity to notice what she was wearing. It consisted of She was black yoga pants, comfortable athletic looking shoes and a cozy cotton T-shirt. Not your average dancing at a dark, loud bar on Saturday night outfit.
I tried to stay away from any cringey moves, wanting to be cool. J moved a little at the beginning but the music was having none of that. The music was straight out of my High School or college parties, perfect for uninhibited dancing… standing on the furniture in someone’s house, everyone dancing and singing with our red Solo cups of beer.
It’s like the music was alive and it wanted to set the mood… Turn Up The Radio
Turn it up!
Girl!
I'm working hard, you're working too
We do it every day
For every minute I have to work
I need a minute of play
Day in day out all week long
Things go better with rock
The only time I turn it down
Is when I'm sleepin' it off
The pace had picked up and so had Jean’s movements.
She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
…
Yeah, you shook me all night long
She was now channeling Tawny Kitaen on top of the car in a music video. I finally noticed her hair was bigger than I remember it being at work. Her head was bouncing in rhythm with the rest of her body, making her hair fly.
I said, here she come now singin', "Mony, Mony"
Hey! Get laid! Get fucked!
Shoot 'em up, come on, Mony, Mony
Hey! Get laid! Get fucked!
The music and the previous beers moved my self-consciousness to the back burner. The playlist couldn’t have been better or more suggestive if I had picked it myself.
Well the times are gettin' hard for you little girl
I'm a hummin' and a strummin' all over God's world
You can't remember when you got your last meal
And you don't know just how a woman feels
You didn't know what rock 'n' roll was
Until you met my drummer on the grey tour bus
I got there in the nick of time
Before he got his hands across your state line, yeah
Once Bitten, Twice Shy was always a hit in college. When I had the DJ duties (because I had the biggest speaker system and the most CDs) it often got played back to back after the chant “play it again” started.
J was now gyrating very close to me, her hips moved Shakira style. After an hour we had been dancing long enough and fast enough that she was sweating. The music slows…
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same?
Nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
She slowed in time and moved closer. I could feel the heat radiating off her. She inched even closer, head tilting up, mouth slightly open. She looked directly into my eyes. I felt her breath on my lips. The dancing stopped and we both moved together, our lips touching gently. There was another shot of electricity, stronger this time.
My arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. The world shrank very small, as if we were the only two people in it. Things progressed from gentle to open mouthed, tongues exploring. My hands slipped lower down her back, pulling her tighter, wanting her loins pressed tight against me. Her tongue moved inside my mouth and it made me slightly more bold. My hands continued lower towards her ass, continuing to pull her tight. So tight that as they moved below her waistband, the fingers slipped under her stretch pants and inside her panties. She tensed for about one second, and then relaxed into me. I felt the soft bare skin covering a well muscled butt, it made my head spin. My hands had a mind of their own, as our tongues probed and swirled and danced in each other’s mouths. My hands moved quickly now… traveled all the way down so the fingertips touched the crease between butt and leg… accessing the soft skin near the butthole, the undercurve of the ass. Each hand, fingers spread wide, grabbed as much cheek as it could. I squeezed… hard… and held on.
I noticed out of the side of my eye that there was only one table still occupied in the bar area. The occupants were trying very hard not to stare. The dancing had ended and we were now in the middle of a full on makeout session. After 15 minutes like this we disentangled ourselves. Jean paid the bill and we walked back to my car. I am not even sure what I was feeling at the moment. I think I was in shock.
There was pure silence on the drive back to the hotel… then me, “would you like to come up to my room?
Before you say anything, I’m married… and I would like to stay that way. But if you are ok with that you can come up.”
“Ok,” she answered barely audibly.
In my room, “would you like a backrub?” I ventured.
“No, I will give you a back rub.”
“No. I definitely want to give you a back rub.” And after some more persuading, she removed all her clothes except her panties, careful to make sure she was face down on the bed before removing her shirt. I didn’t watch her undress because I didn’t want to make her self-conscious. I turned away and removed my own clothes, all except for my boxer-briefs. I pivoted back. I finally got to look at her without her staring back. She was already laying on the bed in only small white satin panties, low-rise, almost fully covering a very fine looking ass, below a bare strong sleek back.I didn’t stare too much. I felt the desire trying to burst in my loins.
Since I had already spent 15-minutes holding her bare ass, I figured it was ok to straddle her before starting. I climbed on the bed and threw one leg over her. Now on top, I moved up so I could reach her shoulders and neck. This wasn't a therapeutic massage, just skin to skin contact, rubbing gently, showing care. Using my thumbs to press into the muscles I felt and rubbing while pushing… like I could push the tension out of them.
We didn’t talk. I continued to massage, moving down every 5 minutes lower on her back. After scooting down a few times, my balls were resting on the top curve of her butt. It was heavenly. I adjust my hips a few times to get the right amount of pressure there. She must have felt that. Time felt weird. I don’t know if the whole thing lasted two minutes or two hours. I noticed my briefs felt wet, in the front panel. I was leaking… pure desire. Another move down along with leaning forward and my cotton brief member resting between her satin clad butt cheeks. We stayed like that for a long time, my hands distractedly and moving on the muscles of her lower back… also trying not the grind my hips into her crack and relieve myself inside my underwear. A few minutes later
“Ok. That’s enough,” she trilled and slipped out from under me and back into her shirt without me even getting a glimpse of her chest.
We stayed in the semi-dressed state for the entire night, continuing our talking. In fact we talked through the entire night without sleeping. Sometimes on the bed, sometimes on the couch or chair.
Sunday
After the sun was up on a new day, and we were both lying on bed side-by-side, still me in my briefs, her in her cotton T-shirt and panties. We had been talking for over 12 hours. We talked about everything, life, hopes and dreams, philosophy, my life and journeys. She talked but still didn’t share any personal details about her current life.
Suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore. My briefs had been wet since the dance floor the night before, with pre-cum leaking out of me. I had touched her ass, seen her in panties, rubbed my dick against her ass. I was ready to explode.
“I can’t take it anymore! I need some relief.” And I reached for the waistband of my briefs. And very, very slowly started to push them down… towards my knees, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted to. My penis felt the air. Suddenly I was so nervous that I was afraid I might not get erect. It all made me very soft. I didn’t know what would happen. I grabbed myself with my right hand and tried to focus… I didn’t grab my balls or the base of my shaft with my left because I didn’t want to obstruct her view. I also didn’t reach for the skin lotion leftover on the nightstand. I thought that if I ended up inside her, I wouldn’t want to cause a bladder infection and I had no idea if it would or not.
Now I felt intense pressure… I tried to breathe deeply and slowly, still trying to get hard. Eventually my mind relaxed enough that I wasn’t even aware of another presence in the room. It grew… and started to color red. The shaft had lengthened, the helmet was prominent now. More fluids dribbled from me, giving my hand some much needed lubrication. I speed up. I seemed in a hurry to finish, to relieve the pressure, to get over my embarrassment at the situation. I didn’t even look at J, just the ceiling.
At some point she moved closer and on her side, the length of her body touching the entire distance of mine. I looked down when I felt a hand cupping my balls. I could only see the top of her head as it was now laying on my pec. She was looking down, staring at my pole… massaging me, lightly tugging… helping me build. Now the roller coaster of my desire had completed the slow build to the highest point. Suddenly everything was moving fast, my hand, her hand. There was now no way to stop this amusement park ride. The release was close and shortly we both finished me off… me on my shaft, her on my sack. I tilted things upwards so as to not hit her in the face. After a few strong powerful spurts, I rolled over to my side, suddenly shy and embarrassed… not knowing how she would take what happened.
Scrabbling for a tissue and my briefs, I asked “should we go get some lunch?”