Business Trip Chapter 2 by wrstjames ,
Brad and Ann have worked together for years. They have gone on business trips together, but never to Austin, When Brad tries to slip away for his usual afternoon dip at Hippie Hollow, Ann is determined she is coming along. Their very professional relationship turns into something else. Join in the fun as they work out their midlife crises in a week of sexual abandon.
Business Trip Chapter 2
Copyright © 2024 by W. Richard St. James
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental
“WHERE SHOULD WE go for dinner?”
“I don’t know. Can I turn down the air conditioning?” Ann had turned it to max when they got in the car but now he was starting to shiver. “I usually just go down the restaurant in the hotel and get some spare ribs. It’s one of those meals better eaten by yourself. You know? Messy.”
“Oh.” Ann was cold too but the stupid dress was still sticky, clinging to her. Brad had brought along his jogging shorts and a tee shirt to ride home in. Of course. He did this all the time. He had it down to a routine.
“There’s a Cajun place next to the hotel. We could walk over. That way I can have a beer or two.”
Or three, or four. Brad was drinking too much. At least they were too late for the happy hour at the hotel. Hopefully.
“You have to be able to walk back. Remember that time you got the triple just before we walked over to the Mexican place? Staggered is more like it.”
“Okay, okay. Two beers. Mother.” On that note they pulled into the hotel parking lot. “I need to change first. Rinse off. Call my wife.”
“Me too. Call my mother.”
“What are you going to tell her?”
“What are you going to tell your wife? Leave your door open. I’ll come over when I’m ready.”
What was she talking about? He wasn’t going to leave his hotel door propped open while he showered. But when they got upstairs, she was going into the room next to him. With one of those inside doors between them.
“I thought you were down the hall.”
“It was too noisy. Too near the elevator.”
Oh. How convenient. Okay, he unlocked the side door and used his calling card to call home.
“Hi.” It was Jane. “How are you? Did you go to the lake?”
“Yep.”
“What about poor Ann? You just left her stranded?”
Brad took a deep breath. “She came along.”
“Oh.” A long pause, a very long pause. “We went to the lake too. Brad, something happened at the lake. Something terrible.”
“The kids?” He had a sudden bout of terror.
“They’re fine. I don’t know how to tell you this.” Another pause. “The kids had taken the sailboat out. They were way down at the end of the lake and the wind had stopped. I was sitting on the dock talking to Mary but after a while we both had to pee. So we went up to the bathhouse. And then.”
A pause, muffled tears. “And then?”
She was whispering now, so softly it was hard to understand her. “So Mary said let’s go back to my cabin. We can keep an eye on the lake from there. I thought we would just sit outside but we went in. She took off her bathing suit, but I didn’t think anything of it. I thought she was just going to change. But then.” Another pause. “Then she kissed me. French kissed me. It took me totally by surprise. I had never been kissed that way by a woman. And then she pulled down my top and kissed my breasts. And then she pulled down my bottom.”
Brad couldn’t believe how hard he was, listening to his wife’s story. “And?”
“You know what it’s like when we watch those movies? It was like that. The first touch of her tongue and I started coming. I could have pulled her head away but I didn’t. Not for a while. And then.”
“Then what?”
“I pulled her to her feet and knelt down and kissed her in return. Now I know why you like doing it. Brad, I’m so sorry. I know I broke the rules.”
“No you didn’t. If you have a cock in your pussy, that’s breaking the rules.”
“So you’re not mad at me? I guess I won’t be mad at you for taking Ann to the lake. You were like, both naked?”
“Yep.” And I jerked off while I watched her getting her pussy licked.
“Oh well. Just don’t fuck her. Promise me that.”
“I promise. Look, Ann is like a sister to me. A daughter. She just wanted to go sunbathing.”
“In the nude? That doesn’t sound like Ann.”
“Turns out she goes to Sandy Hook all the time.”
“Really? I didn’t like it at all the one time we were there. It was like, cliquey. Like we were outsiders.”
“What can I tell you. She’s a Jersey girl.” Speaking of which, the Jersey girl had come in through the side door, dressed in a little halter top and a tiny jeans skirt. Was she wearing anything under either of them? “Got to go. Ann’s ready for dinner and I haven’t changed yet.”
“Love you. Thanks for understanding. It won’t happen again.”
“Love you.” He hung up the phone. “You look like you’re dressed for success.” At least she was wearing sandals, not heels, the toes open to reveal perfectly painted nails.
“I’m dressed for the climate.” Somehow Ann managed to be prim in that little fuck me outfit.
“Like All The King’s Men?” That was enough to make her blush. She’d read that book too. Legs open to catch the hood vent and no panties because of the climate. Something like that. A phrase that stuck with you. Something she’d been thinking about on the drive over to the lake. Maybe he had too. Like a sister. Like a fucking, no make that non fucking daughter. She’d heard that through the door and slipped off the panties and kicked them over onto the bed. Well, close to it. Now she was tempted to go back and retrieve them.
“Sorry, I still need to rinse off.” Brad stripped off the tee shirt and jogging shorts and tossed them over onto the air conditioner vent. No need for modesty at this point. She could hear the toilet flushing, the shower hissing for a couple minutes. He came back still wet, standing near the AC to air dry a bit as he dabbed at himself with a towel, which he left on the arm chair. He gave her another good view up his butt as he rummaged in a suitcase. “This okay?” He pulled out a knit shirt with a collar, one he’d worn many times. White briefs, a pair of those little deck shorts he seemed to care for, white running socks, and the slip on sneakers.
“Why don’t you wear sandals?”
“Don’t like them. Where’d my wallet go? Room key. Okay. You got your purse?”
“No. Hang on.” She went back into her room. There it was, lying on the bed, right above the panties. She gave a little sigh and left them sitting on the rug. As soon as she’d put them on they’d been itchy. Maybe not enough sunscreen in that area. Or too much of Stephie’s tongue.
“You find it?” He had poked his head into her room. God, had he seen the panties? Well, what the fuck did it matter? After this afternoon.
Even though the Cajun restaurant was right next to the hotel, there was a fence so you had to go out to the sidewalk. And on the sidewalk there was a little store, not much more than a concrete shack, with lurid neon lights in curtained windows.
“Adult Store?” Ann was trying to peer through a crack in the curtains.
“Yep. They rent movies.” Brad didn’t have to explain what kind of movie. “And they sell used ones really cheap. There’s a player with the TV in the hotel.”