'm not sure what changed her mind of meeting me one more time, but I'm glad she had. I had never worked so hard to get a woman. Why this woman? I had no real answer except she intrigued me. She was smart. She was shy. She was hot. She was a new toy to play with. And why was I doing this when I had a family waiting at home? Beats me!
A week later, I suggested a bar in a three-star hotel off the highway. We would be away from faces we'd know, able to speak our minds. These types of hotels usually hosted sports teams for the many tournaments Holliston planners organized. This particular hotel was clean and had a quiet pub-style eatery. They served things like pulled pork sandwiches, nachos and BLTs. Their coffee was not something to brag about. It was simply a quiet place that might allow me to finally penetrate this woman's shield, and see what exactly this game we had been playing these last few months might be about. Was she into me? Or was she just not seeing how provocative her glances had been? I was going to get to the bottom of this, once and for all.
Unbeknownst to MJ, and not 100% sure I was thinking with the right head, I had checked into one of the rooms upstairs. Just in case. Obviously, I had bigger intentions than she did. But if this get-together was going to start any steam rolling, I didn't want her to back down during the process of us checking in. I just had to woo her to this room, three floors above the pub. My body was ready for hers. It had been for some time. But in my head I struggled, knowing my actions could hurt Tina and the kids.
I debated during the last hour, while sitting in my car, whether to wait for her, or have her wait for me. At the end, I chose to sit in the deserted pub. While sipping on their god-awful coffee, I had the perfect view of the entrance. I wanted to see MJ strut those hips towards me.
I checked into the room, prepping it for any possible action. Mostly, I closed the curtains, and laid open the bed in case we got feisty. That took mere minutes. I now had to kill half an hour until her possible arrival.
I didn't question what I was doing. My intentions weren't pure, and I truly believed neither were MJ's. The attraction was real. The glances were real. The energy was definitely real. The question was: were we capable of crossing that line? Were we willing to throw to the wind what we each had at home for a romp in the hay? I apparently did the moment I paid cash for the room, and took the key from the desk clerk.
I had settled into the last table of the establishment. I started my tab by ordering a whisky on the rocks. I needed to settle my nerves a bit. I no longer fooled myself into thinking this was a game I played with this woman. I wanted her. I've wanted her since the day we met, and I was going to let her know today. I just had to convince her that she felt the same way I did. The liquor went down smoothly. Much too smoothly. I ordered a second glass, and sunk that one down pretty quickly too. At the rate I was going, I would be sloshed under my chair before MJ even pulled into the parking lot. I had to slow down. That's when I got a taste of their coffee. I was not expecting a barista masterpiece. But drinking tar wasn't my idea of coffee, either. This would work in my favour if she showed up. Instead of sharing coffee together, MJ and I could go for something stronger.
I saw MJ's Toyota pull up. Relief released itself from my shoulders, a tension I didn't know was there until it left my body.
She was mere feet away from the window I had access to. I saw her shut the engine off, but stay in her car. Her head bend down slightly, and I figured she was texting someone. I put my hand on my own phone in my back pocket, hoping it wouldn't be me she was texting. My phone never vibrated by the time I saw her put her phone in her purse. Relief!
Having one last peek at herself in her rear view mirror, MJ stepped out of her car. She locked it, headed for the hotel entrance. The doors slid open as she approached the sensors, and she stepped into the lobby. What a view I had. She was dressed for work. She had a blue skirt and blazer with a silky cream blouse peeking underneath. She wore her red hair down, and it was curling slightly at her shoulders.
MJ looked briefly on each side, trying to locate the pub. She looked a little scared. But she still walked confidently into the bar with long strides, flexing her calf muscles in the process. My hands fluttered at the thought of touching their silkiness.
She slowed her stride at stopped at the bar. She ordered herself something from the bartender while letting her eyes adjust to the dark. Seeing me in the corner, MJ waved and gave me a warm smile. She took the glass of wine the young lady handed her, and then headed my way. It was a sight I will never forget. Everything about MJ was genuine. She was finally comfortable in her own skin around me. MJ took a spot on my right, her back at the bar with the many silent flat-screens glowing behind her head. Her entire attention was focused on me. My cock flickered.
“Hello there,” I greeted her. “Glad you showed up.”
“Hi,” she answered. Her smile never left her face the entire time we sat there. We each ordered another glass and did small talk for the next ten minutes.
“May I show you something?” I bravely asked. I was seeing the minutes tic-tocking by without accomplishing what I had come here to do. I wanted her to be true to herself. I wanted to see if she liked me as much as I liked her. All we were doing was stalling the inevitable.
“What's that?” MJ asked curiously.
Without saying a word, I got up from my surprisingly comfortable chair and sank the rest of her red wine. Her eyes showed surprise by my bold move. I took her by the hand, and led MJ to the elevator, which was located between the pub and the front desk. She looked as stunned as I felt. We were surprised for where this was going, knowing where this was leading to. And neither one was stopping the chain of events unfolding in front of us.
What seemed like forever to arrive, the elevator door finally opened. And when the box started moving up, MJ threw herself at me! Her lips melted onto mine, her mouth accepting my tongue down her throat. My hands struggled to decide where to land: in her hair, on her boobs, or her butt. MJ made the decision for me when she intertwined her long fingers into mine, and nailed me against the wall of the cage, as if I was being crucified. She was passionate, needy. And she was mine to explore for the next hour.
As the elevator shaft slowed to the fourth floor, MJ backed away. She readjusted her clothes and straightened her hair. Then she stepped off the elevator floor as if nothing had happened. I found her amusing. Refined and ladylike on the outside, but a tigress waiting to come out from the inside. I couldn't wait to get to the room and unleash her.
We walked the deserted hall of the fourth floor. I walked ahead as I knew which room I'd booked. 429. I had purposely booked a corner room so we'd have as much privacy as possible to make her comfortable. It wasn't much of a view, but I doubted we'd be looking out much.
I swiped the card into the slot of the door, and pushed the handle down. I opened it for MJ to go in. She hesitated. MJ looked back at me, a worried frown developing on her forehead.
“Don't cry,” I begged, myself now frowning as well.
“You weren't supposed to feel good,” her voice croaked.
“What?” I asked, confused.
Her frown disappeared, and a smile formed on her reddening face.
“Just now. In the elevator. You weren't supposed to feel good.”