Travelling Salesman

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Travelling Salesman
Tue, 03-18-2014 - 10:56am

He looked at the two wineglasses.  He preferred bold reds, from South America.  She always went for the milder sweeter German whites.  How different they were, but so much the same.  He waited for her to return from the restroom.  It had been a long day.  He loved bringing her along on these short business trips, loved having her to himself for a few days, talking about their children, growing closer to her.  This evening marked ten years!  It hardly seemed possible.   He was busy all day with business, consulting, making deals.  She would shop, visit the sights, and relax in the hotel.  They both looked forward to these trips.  Even if was only twice or three times a year.

She returned, smiling, and re-joined him.  What a lovely day they had.  A show, a fine dinner, and finishing up with a glass of wine in the hotel.  She sat and looked him in the eyes.  That look!  They talked awhile, and she snapped open her purse, and slid it toward him.  He reached for the key card from the top of the purse, and noticed her panties, brilliant white, and folded carefully in her purse, just under the key card.  He knew what this meant.  She looked into his eyes again. 

"I shaved it.  While you were out  today." 

Se said it just to get him going.  She continued to taunt and arouse him, knowing what was ahead.  Her teasing aroused both of them.  They had planned this.  Even rehearsed it, getting each move down to total efficiency...almost choreography.  It had always been a fantasy.  By the time they settled the bill and left the table they were both dancing on the very edge....overaroused.  Ready.

They walked to the elevator.  The doors opened, and she punched the button for their floor.....the next-to-top floor of the hotel.  They stepped to the back of the elevator as the door closed, and turned to face the door. 

The door slid closed.  Instantly she had both hands on the bump rail that went around the cage at waist level.  She hoisted herself to her toes, and he spun to face her, unzipping, and freeing himself.  Her right leg went straight up and to the side, he grabbed it, held it high with one hand, and lifted the front of her dress with the other.  She reached for him, and with one hand guided him to the spot where she needed him.  They were both past the point of stopping.  It was going to happen!  He glanced down, and saw smooth white flesh.  She had shaved it!

He shoved, deeply, and felt the first contraction.  Hers, not his.  He pumped as she panted, and on the third pump he released....unloaded.  At the same time the bell in the elevator sounded, signalling the cage was stopping.  Soon the door would open.  They were still three floors below their floor.  He hesitated just for a few seconds.

He jerked away, stuffing himself back into his trousers.  There was no time to zip up.  He stood straight, his hands casually folded in front of him.  He looked at her, smoothing her dress, standing with her knees tightly together, as the door opened.  An older couple stepped on, and he smiled informally, acknowledging them.  She looked at the floor tiredly, as if she was about to fall asleep, forcing herself to control her rapid breathing.  The elevator continued up, and stopped on their floor.  The other couple exited first, and turned left.  Then she walked off the elevator, one step ahead of him, and turned right.   They walked briskly but silently to their room. and he retrieved the key card from his pocket.  It fell to the floor, just in front of him.  He knelt to pick it up, and gently ran his hand up the inside of her legs, stopping just above her knees.  She relaxed slightly, parting her thighs.  He felt the slipperiness, and removed his hand, unlocked the door, and let her enter ahead of him.  She headed straight for the bathroom. 

While he was removing his tie and coat, he re-lived the moment.  So perfect, such a wonderful experience.  And it was her idea.  He thought of all those trips, all the excitement, and all the pride she took in talking about their two daughters.  Madison was seven, Abbie was three.  Beautiful girls, and they both loved them so much.  And the little secret they shared.  She had insisted on naming the girls after the cities in which they were conceived....Well, Abbie...they couldn't name her Abilene....could they?   He smiled as he remembered his trip to Jacksonville, where she had begged to go along, and he said no, knowing what she was planning....He had never liked the name "Jack."  He had spoiled her plan.  He didn't get to see the girls enough.  He didn't get to spend the time he wanted with her, either.  Damn!

She walked into the sitting room, ready for bed, and he stood, as he always did.  He loved this woman more than anything.  He hoped it could always be like this,

....and that her husband would never find out.