Robert and I were leaning against the headboard, the same one that my ex, I guess not so much ‘ex’-lover anymore had tried to hammer my head through a few minutes earlier.
Alan left ‘to let his dogs go potty’ a few minutes earlier. I smiled at that, a man who’d leave the woman he’d just fucked for letting his dogs out couldn’t be all bad.
It was a brief respite from my feeling of impending disaster. I was crying, trying to keep the tears wiped off my cheeks and not doing a very good job of it. “I’m so, so sorry,” I told my husband, in between the near sobs.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him, “Hon? What?”
He still didn’t get it. I looked at him, wiping tears off my cheeks, trying to calm myself, “I lied to you, sweetheart. Well, not exactly, but I didn’t tell you everything, not nearly.”
He lay there, waiting for me to continue.
I wiped another tear from my cheek, “I told you about Alan, but not everything. I didn’t tell you how much I loved him. We were going to be married, at least I thought so.” I took a deep breath, “It was why I didn’t want to tell you about Alan in the first place, our first time. I didn’t want to drag out my old memories because I was afraid… of exactly what happened… of what it could do to us, our marriage.”
From the look on his face, I thought he was starting to understand, at least a little. I went on with a whisper, “I can’t… put what happened back in a bottle, forget that it happened, forget how much I loved Alan…” and I know, my soft whisper, “that I still do.”
I wiped away another tear, getting a little strength back that I was finally being honest with Robert, “I thought… that if we just went to dinner… nothing would happen. I tried, I really did. That it’d be okay. We could go home and… everything would be fine. But it’s not fine. I can’t…”
Robert was starting to understand, his face had turned white, fearing what was coming out of my mouth. So was I.
“I love you. I love our kids and our life together… but, but I can’t just go back… and forget.”
He was looking down, “So,” looked back up at me, “what you’re saying, you’re going to choose him?”
At that, I burst into tears all over again. When I got myself back in control, “No… I don’t know! I just know I can’t just leave!” I tried to understand myself, “I… I… want… need… both…”
We lay quiet for the next several minutes. I felt like I needed my husband, “Sweetheart, make love with me?”
He looked toward me with a smile on his face, “Aren’t you pretty sore?”
I nodded, “Uhuh, but it’s a good sore. I still want you.”
He rolled over toward me, we kissed and made slow, lingering love. The kind we’d done hundreds of times, probably thousands, but still special. It proved he still loved me… and I, him.
Next morning, we woke up a little before seven because our flight was at ten and we still needed to talk about what to do, reschedule or be at the airport.
Robert rolled over toward me, supporting his head on his elbow, “Daniella,” it’s always something important when he calls me ‘Daniella’. “You love me, right?”
I nodded, “Of course I do…”
“Then I have a proposal to make. And let me finish before you say anything, even if you think it’s crazy, okay?”
He had me more than intrigued, “Ookayy.”
He hesitated, like it was something important. I guess it was, to both of us. I just wanted him to spit it out, whatever. “If we stayed and spent another night, it’d be at Alan’s, right? And you’d sleep with him, wouldn’t you?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, honestly, I guess, “I… I’d want to… if it was okay with you.”
“Then we’d go home Monday?”
I nodded affirmatively. “Absolutely!” No question about it.
“Then, what I suggest is… you stay, I go home. You come home tomorrow.”
I looked at him in disbelief, that wasn’t what I was expecting. “Love, we’re in this together, whatever, we should both…”
He interrupted, “No, maybe we’re in it together, but I’d just be an uncomfortable third wheel. You want time with Alan. This way, you won’t have to keep looking over your shoulder… and I trust you.”
I almost cried at that last, after I’d deceived him about Alan? I started to respond, no idea what to even say, when he held up his hand. “No, I know what you’re going to say. And what happened last night was my fault more than yours. I’m the one who insisted on the dress. You were going to wear something simple… but I’m the one… who wanted to see you with him. Why do you think I invited him to our room? To have a drink with us?” He let out a little laugh after that.
“Sweetheart, I can’t, I… just… can’t.”
“Hon, I’ve been awake nearly all night thinking about this. And you know what conclusion I came to?”
I wiped another tear, “No, what?”
“I know you love me. And despite last night, I don’t think any man can come between us. Do you?”
“No, of course not, but…”
“And I’m willing to bet my life on that… our life. I know how badly you really want to do this. And if you’re as certain as I am, three’s only one way to prove it. But if you’re not… and you really could leave me… our family for him, then you have to come home. But… then what?”
I smiled wiping a tear from my eye and I kissed my husband, “Guess we better get you to the airport then, huh.” I hugged him tightly, “I love you, you know that?”
I dug Alan’s card out of my purse, my fingers shaking with fear and excitement. I hadn’t expected what happened last night, but this? No way! The thought of spending the day… and then the night with Alan, just me, alone with him, sent a surge of excitement through me. I closed my eyes, hugging my body, remembering how his body had felt last night, and my pussy was dripping all over again. I giggled at my memory of the morning Alan had first called me ‘babygirl’. He’d said I was insatiable. And that’s exactly how I felt.
It’s not that I didn’t want Robert there, I did, sort of. But being alone with Alan was just on a different universe! I remembered how I felt before that homecoming dance when I knew I was going to be Alan’s date, how excited I was. How much I’d looked forward to him kissing me.
I just wished that I’d brought some different clothes. The ones I had, except for that dress from last night, were not intended for a romantic day. And I couldn’t wear it all day.
I put my daydreaming aside and called the number on Alan’s card. But first, before I got sidetracked, I put his number in my contacts. This wasn’t going to be the last time I called him, I knew. When he answered, just hearing his voice on the phone sent another thrill through me. My panties were already so wet!
He told me that he’d pick me up at the hotel, just as excited as I was. Robert was already on the phone with the airline to change the reservation and I nudged him, mouthing to him that Alan wanted to pick me up here. He grinned and shook his head as he finished the arrangements with the airline.
When we were both off the phone, he said that was perfect, that I wouldn’t be able to go past security at the airport, anyway and he could take the car back.
But I recognized the anguish in his voice. He tried to hide it, but he was hurting, or maybe it was just his jealousy rearing its head. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for him, letting his wife stay alone for what he knew would be an intimate day and night with her ex-lover. That word brought a smile to me, he wasn’t ‘ex’ anymore. He was my lover again.
I know what I should have done, called Alan back, told him I was going home with my husband.
“He said he’d be here in an hour,” I told Robert.
“You better hurry and get ready, then.”
I saw the look on his face and hugged and kissed him. He was trying to be strong, but on the verge of tears. We’ve been married twenty-eight years and I know him. “I love you, you know that, don’t you?”
He smiled, he didn’t want to cry; you know, be the big tough guy who doesn’t cry at silly emotions, like I do. I was crying then. “I love you, too,” he told me, then kissed me, long and hard.
“I’ll be home tomorrow,” I told him, then thought I better know, “what time is the reservation for?”
“One-fifteen,” he said, “I didn’t think you’d want to get up too early. “And it’s just to Seattle, I’ll meet you there, it’ll get in at seven after four.” There’s a three-hour time difference.
“If he’s going to be here in an hour,” he looked at his watch, “fifty-five minutes,” you’d better get ready. I’ll make sure your suitcase is packed.”
Forty minutes later I was ready; nervous, excited. Robert was getting ready to go to the airport. When I heard the knock on the door, I went in the bathroom to check on him. “He’s here, last chance, you sure?” Robert was brushing his teeth.
He rinsed his mouth, hugged and kissed me, “Guess I don’t have to tell you to have fun, do I?”
I wiped a tear from my cheek, kissed him back, smiled, and said, “No, I don’t think so.”
I closed the door and Alan wheeled my suitcase down the hall to the elevator. My clammy hand was in Alan’s down the elevator and out the front door. I was thankful that ‘swimsuit girl’ wasn’t there at the desk. He led me to his truck, a new-looking Ford King Ranch, baby-blue and white two-tone paint. I’d forgotten, but then remembered that blue was Alan’s favorite color.
He opened the door for me, rich leather bucket seats. “You’ve moved up in the truck-world, haven’t you?”
“Finances are a little different than high school,” he explained. I imagine they were, fourteen years in the NFL, all-pro wide receiver, probably wasn’t exactly a minimum wage job.
“Only thing I see wrong is that it isn’t a bench seat,” I giggled, remembering our make-out sessions in his old Ford. He folded the center console cushion up and voila – a bench seat.
I scooted over and we kissed, taking my breath away. That kiss alone was enough to soak my panties. I still could hardly believe that this was happening. I was alone, in the arms of the man I’d been dreaming about the last several months, our lips pressed tight together.
“Your man must be out of his mind to let you do this,” he said.
I smiled at him, “He trusts me,” I told him.
“But me, does he trust me?”
I kissed him again, on the lips, shorter this time, “He doesn’t need to trust you. He knows what we’ll be doing until tomorrow.”
“Mmm, and what would that be?” he asked.
“Maybe you can use your imagination, think of something… but the restaurant, don’t you have to be there today?”
“The restaurant will be there tomorrow and the next day. I’d gladly give up both for the next twenty-four-hours with you.”
That took my breath away, my heart pounding in my chest.
I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way for a man who wasn’t my husband but my emotions were a little outside my control at the moment. All I wanted to do with him… I’ll let you figure that out.
He rubbed his hand up and down my slacks, “You didn’t use to dress this way,” he said.
“It’s all I brought,” not telling him that it was to help keep my libido in control. “You want to take me shopping?” suddenly wanting to be wearing something different with him, sexy, something not from home. I had no more desire to control myself. Matter of fact, I had every intention of losing myself in this man for the day and night.
He started the truck. I loved the rumble of the big diesel engine; big, powerful, just like the man who I had every intention of fucking until I couldn’t walk. I snuggled against him, pressing my body to his, my arms wrapped around one of his, feeling so alive and excited, like I had when I was eighteen and the sexiest boy in school had picked me as his girlfriend.
I felt like dancing, total euphoria when we got out of the truck at The Westshore Plaza, a huge shopping mall, horny and excited, anxious to get into something more fun, more like the mood I was in.
Alan and I used to go shopping together. There’s this store in Kennewick, it’s still there, the Castle Megastore. He’d pick out the most outlandish, sexy things for me to try on. There was this tight little latex skirt, it couldn’t have been more than ten inches long; high heels and an almost sheer nylon blouse. He bought them, along with a lacy, bikini panty, then dared me to wear them with no bra in the Columbia Center Mall for an hour. It ended up more than two hours, I was having so much fun. My parents would have grounded me for a month if they had known.
That’s how I felt that morning in Tampa, like that sexy, silly girl. Of course, I wanted something a bit more ‘adult’ than a latex skirt, since I am forty-nine. A very nice forty-nine, though, even I have to admit. Still a flat tummy, nice butt, pretty legs. Robert has always said my sexy legs are my best part. ‘Except for your tits’, he’d usually add, with a laugh.
Maybe leather, I LOVE leather. Anything leather. So sexy! I have a leather dress at home that I can’t even remember the last time I wore. That’s going to change when I get home, Robert will be thrilled.
That’s what I told Alan, that I wanted a leather skirt.
Everything looked so different than it had yesterday afternoon. Amazing what difference a night of incredible sex can make. Of course, my companion, too. Not that I don’t love my husband and don’t love being with him, I do. But being with Alan was so different. It brought back those young girl memories, made me feel that way again. Even if I hadn’t known Alan before, just being with this sexy hunk would make any woman drunk with the ‘sexy, silly girl’ feeling.
I’ve never used a recreational drug in my life, but this giddiness, the sexual excitement must be at least a little how it feels. My girl hormones were in overdrive, sending shockwave after shockwave to my pussy. Last night hadn’t been enough, not even close!
He parked at the Westshore Plaza, a big shopping mall, much bigger than our Columbia Center Mall. I was excited when Alan opened the door for me and I climbed down, my legs shaking with the sense of adventure.
Alan held my hand as we walked through the mall. Just holding his hand was sending electric shock waves through my body. The memory of last night, his skin against mine, almost gave me an instant orgasm, walking down the plaza.
We stopped at a little costume jewelry kiosk. I hadn’t brought any jewelry on this trip because I wanted to be… searching my brain for the right word… nondescript, unsexy, like the slacks and blouse I was wearing. Now, though, I wanted just the opposite. Forty-nine or thirty-nine, I felt sexy, wanted to look sexy. For my man.
We bought a pair of silver, dangling hoop earrings, spiral-shaped. I’ve always worn small ones; Black Hills Gold, small imitation diamonds, things like that. Never anything like those. I took out the little gold studs that were in my ears and Alan threaded the hoop through my piercing, letting his fingers linger on my neck. “Beautiful,” he said. I checked in the kiosk’s mirror. They were. I loved them, so racy.
He took me in the Leather Loft, everything leather you could ask for. “I’ve walked past here so many times, thinking of you and how you loved leather. Never imagined bringing you here.”
Every time he said something like that it made me giddiness with happiness, knowing how he’d been thinking of me, even after all those years. There’s that word again, ‘giddy’. I expect I’ll use it a lot to describe my day, it so perfectly describes my hot-young-girl feeling.
We started looking at skirts, both of us giggling at the ridiculous skirts that Alan kept pulling out, holding them up to my waist, commenting how good it’d look on me. I had pledged that I’d be okay with short, but ridiculous micro? I didn’t think so. We’d been there maybe ten minutes when he found one that he said, “This is the one!”
It was gorgeous and when I felt it, the burgundy leather was so soft, about fourteen-inches or so long, but the feature that made it stand out was the lacing on one side. It had about a two-inch open, laced gap until about two inches of the top.
I loved it! Alan found a salesgirl and asked about a dressing room. She directed us to either side of the store, little cubbyholes with three-quarter height doors.
I was wishing there was room for two, but they were small. I slipped down what I now considered my awful, granny slacks, vowing to give them away when I got home and a sudden inspiration hit me. My head was above the top of the door, so I asked Alan if he’d find me a pair of leather pants as well. I didn’t want to have to put the old ones back on.
While he was looking for pants, I pulled on the skirt, loving how it felt against my skin. It fit perfectly, tight around my hips and shorter than anything I’ve worn since… I don’t even know when, probably college. Maybe last night’s dress, about the same. But this was a skirt, and with that laced gap up the side showing off my thigh skin, it seemed so naughty.
I knew I’d need different panties, something a lot sexier than the white cotton ones I was wearing, the only kind I’d brought on this trip. A lot smaller, too. These were pretty small bikini panties but the strap still showed in that laced gap. I took it off, then my panties, and pulled the skirt back up. THAT made a difference! What had seemed ‘naughty’ before took on a whole new meaning with nothing under that gap hiding my skin. New panties took on a whole new importance.
I didn’t even want to take it off, wanted to show Alan, see if it did to him what it was doing to me. And my husband was going to love it, too, when I got home.
Speaking of Robert, while I waited for Alan and the pants, I got a text from him that he was just boarding and would have to turn his phone off. I texted him back a simple, ‘love you’.
I saw Alan walking back toward the dressing room, carrying a pair of brown pants, and handed them to me over the door. They were looser than the skirt, with elastic around the top. Beautiful. Perfect.
I left the pants on, I wasn’t putting the old ones back on ever again, told Alan we were getting both, pants and skirt. Besides, my beige blouse looked nice with them, too. I sighed, maybe school. Sexy wouldn’t do in school.
He loved the look of the leather pants on me. So did I. The one place where they were nice and tight was between my legs, rubbing against my pussy. No panties. They were in the bag with the skirt.
Macy’s was right next door. I needed panties, a couple bras, and blouses, one for the skirt and one for the pants. Pants were going to be for tomorrow, the trip home. The skirt for today, with Alan.
We found a sheer black lace bra and panty set, panties nothing more than a thong with a thin elastic around the waist, and another beige set for the pants. Then a black, sheer silk blouse that would show off the sexy bra underneath. I loved the black along with the burgundy skirt. And I couldn’t wait to put them on!
I got a light, cashmere sweater for tomorrow. It needed to be warmer because it was still cold at home, unlike Tampa that today was currently seventy-eight degrees and still getting warmer.
Shoes. The comfy shoes I was wearing were not going to work with that skirt. For the pants and sweater, yes; no for the skirt. Macy’s has everything. And very nice, too. I showed the sales girl the skirt they’d be worn with and a general description of what I liked. I hadn’t worn high heels for so long, until last night. I loved what they did for my legs, and surprisingly, they felt good to me. Those pink shoes weren’t going to match that skirt, though.
Alan suggested that Neiman Marcus on the other end of the mall would be the place to look for shoes. He wanted to, but I paid for the things I’d chosen and we set off down the mall to Neiman Marcus.
As soon as we walked in and saw shoes, I commented to Alan that they were beautiful. When we got closer and could see prices, I told him they were too expensive, that we had to go somewhere different.
“Let me worry about that, you pick out what you like,” he said with a little chuckle.
They were like five-hundred dollars up, some going up to two-thousand! No way was I letting him pay that for one pair of shoes.
But one pair caught my eyes, and it was ONLY $536, discounted from $894. Gianvito Rossi, four-inch heels, criss-cross ankle strap, three diagonal straps across the toes, kind of a black-burgundy mix. I drooled at those shoes, afraid to say anything to Alan. Unfortunately, he recognized my drooling and asked my size. Without even thinking, I told him, size five-and-a-half.
“You have that?” he asked the salesgirl. She said she’d check and was back in a moment carrying a box. I couldn’t believe he was actually going to spend that much on a pair of shoes.
“It’s just too much,” I told him.
“Babygirl, my last year’s contract was nine million dollars. I think I can afford five-hundred for a pair of shoes.”
My jaw dropped open. I could never even imagine that much money. And one year? My reluctance for the shoes suddenly evaporated.
I sat, waiting. A moment later, she brought back a box, carefully opened it, and slipped one on my right foot, buckling the straps. It was held on with wide, clear straps around my ankle and toes, with the narrow, colored strap attached to those. After she’d done both, I stood and took a few steps. If I thought I loved them before… They were sooo comfortable, even with the high heels. And I knew how they looked, would look with that skirt. Just wearing them made my pussy all gushy.
“You sure?” I asked Alan, imploring him with my eyes that I wanted them!
“You want to wear them now? They look fantastic with those pants,” he said.
Yess! I wanted to wear them. I thought the ones last night were good but nothing like this. Those alone made me feel so much sexier. He could tell from the look on my face, “We’ll put the old ones in the box,” he said, handing over his credit card.
I couldn’t believe the difference walking down the mall in those shoes instead of my flats. I felt like a different woman. “You want a manicure?” he asked me.
I looked at my hands. My nails looked nice, I’d done them last night, but I know they could be better, “Love it,” I told him. We’d gone past a store earlier, ‘Pampered Lady’, and went back that direction.
When we went in, Alan told the lady at the front counter, “My lovely Dani would like everything you do,” he said.
“You’re lucky,” she said, “we’re slow today. Yesterday you would have needed an appointment.” She led me back to another young woman at a vacant manicure station, introducing her as Tammy, “And your name’s Dani?” she asked.
“Daniella,” I told her, “but I usually go by Dani.”
Tammy asked me to sit on the opposite side of the table, “What would you like today, Dani?”
I looked out at where Alan was sitting, out of sight in their lobby, saying that I was getting everything, “I don’t know, what all do you do?” I asked.
“Manicure, pedicure, makeup, hair, there’s massage in the back, so whatever you’d like,” she said.
I didn’t want to sit for a massage, so I told her, “All but the massage, I guess.”
She looked at my face closely, then my fingernails, “You have any color in mind?” she asked, “I have some ideas what would look really nice on you.”
I explained, “I’m going to be wearing a burgundy leather skirt, black blouse, and these shoes,” pulling my feet out from under the desk, eager to show them off.
“Beautiful!” she said, “are they comfortable?”
“Very! I feel like I could wear them all day.”
I sat with her for the next hour. She started with my hands and nails, then feet. I couldn’t believe the difference between what I’d done and what she could do with them. My hands looked delicate, feminine, beautiful nails, and feet likewise. When she finished, she led me over to a hairdresser, Renee’.
When Renee’ finished, she took me back to Tammy. “Beautiful,” she said, “Your husband…” I shook my head, “… boyfriend?” I nodded, “He’s going to be thrilled when he sees you.” I was excited, never done anything like this before. Then Tammy went to work on my face.
She worked on my face the next twenty minutes. I wished I could see what she was doing, but there was no mirror. When she finished, she pulled a mirror from her drawer and showed me. Oh my God! The woman looking back at me was beautiful, stunning. Her hair in soft curls around her face, the makeup, I can’t even describe, everything seemed so subtle, but the overall effect… Wow, just wow!
Another new perfume, too, different but every bit as enticing as the one from the night before, she dabbed it behind my ears, down my collarbone and gave me a small bottle, “for later,” she said. She called it ‘Viktor and Wolf Flowerbomb’. It was a beautiful, sexy scent. I loved it.
There was one more thing I wanted to do, “Could you go and ask Alan for the bags we bought earlier?”
She looked surprised, “I thought… wasn’t sure… he’s Alan Ryder?” I nodded and she smiled, “you lucky girl! I doubt there’s a woman over thirty in Tampa that didn’t have a crush on him.”
“We were friends in high school,” I explained. “This is the first time we’ve seen each other for over thirty-one years. Wanted to make it special.”
Tammy’s grin was all the way across her face. “I’ll get the things,” she said.
A moment later she was back and I asked if they had a dressing room I could use. She led me to the back, where they do the massages, and showed me the dressing room. I closed the door and began to excitedly change my clothes.
A few minutes later, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and couldn’t believe the transformation. I’d seen those makeover shows on TV and always wondered. Now I knew, it was real. I was living proof, a different woman than had walked in their store. I must have lost twenty years. Beautiful, sexy, and I felt sexy. I put on a little more of the perfume; my elbows, between my breasts.
I twisted my body back and forth, admiring the skirt, the skin it showed up my leg, the sheer blouse, black lacy bra showing through, the hair, makeup, all topped, or should I say ‘bottomed’, with a giggle, the sexy shoes.
I was excited, ready, felt every bit as sexy as I knew I looked, and stepped out of the dressing room, walking back through the door and past Tammy’s station. She looked up from working with another woman and I saw her eyes widen, silently mouthing ‘beautiful’. And I know she wasn’t just being polite. I was, had never looked like I did then.
When I rounded the wall to where Alan was patiently reading a magazine, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, standing up to greet me. “My God, babygirl! I knew… but…” his eyes looking me up and down, face showing his desire for me.
The clock on the wall showed that I’d been over two-and-a-half hours.
“It was worth every minute!” he exclaimed.
He took the bags of other clothes, then my arm and we walked down the mall out to his truck. It was fun, so many heads turning my way. I knew I didn’t look like a forty-nine-year-old woman.
I had no idea what was next. What I did know, though was that I was on top of the world. Sexy, provocative, glamorous, with the man of any woman’s dreams. I was torn between looking forward to the rest of our day… or the night ahead. My new panties were already soaked.
I also knew I needed help up into his truck with the tight skirt I was wearing. A glance at Alan’s groin area confirmed that he approved.
“Would you like a river tour of downtown?” he asked.
Okay, what I really wanted was a tour of his bedroom. My pussy was screaming at me; bedroom, bedroom! “I’d love it,” I lied to him. Not really a lie, it sounded like fun and I was dressed for going out and looked forward to showing off, but the other sounded like so much more fun. I was tingling all over with expectation what tonight was going to be like, knowing that every minute it got closer the anticipation would be growing.
There’s this thing called a ‘Pirate Water Taxi’ in Tampa. Robert and I had seen it but wanted the walk. I’d needed to walk off the nervous energy. Today, though, that’s where Alan led me after he’d gotten me down from the truck. He held me around my waist and lifted me down, watching my eyes as he lowered me toward the ground, holding me up so my face was at his level and we kissed. And kissed. And kissed. I could have stayed there forever, our lips and tongues working together.
When he finally set me the rest of the way down, my breath was gone, my panties were soaked anew. Nighttime and his bed seemed so far away.
He bought us both a bracelet for the water taxi, then held my hand, helping me on, dozens of other people, virtually all watching me. Or maybe Alan, he was a celebrity in Tampa. We sat for a few minutes waiting for others to board, me holding my knees tight together and enjoying how sitting pulled my skirt up my legs. Alan noticed. I think everyone noticed. I’d never felt so beautiful, vibrant, so many people’s heads turned my direction.
“Are you getting hungry?” he asked.
With the excitement, I hadn’t even noticed, but I was. The hotel’s breakfast had been a long time ago. “I am,” I told him
“There’s a place on the waterfront, we’ll be there in a little while, ‘The Ulele’, he said, we’ll stop there.
We floated slowly along the river, I recognized several of the places Robert and I had seen the day before on our walk, pointing out to Alan the store where we bought the dress. He pointed out the Tampa Museum of Art, the Florida Aquarium, asking me if I wanted to stop there. I would another time. This boat trip just felt too romantic to stop until the restaurant. I was wishing that it was evening, getting dark or even after dark. It’d be even more romantic. Of course, there was somewhere else, even more romantic that I hoped we’d be, instead.
It was almost the last stop before the boat turned around the other direction where we got off for the Ulele, then about a block-long walk. I felt like skipping, I was so happy. But my new shoes weren’t exactly skipping shoes, comfortable as they were. Alan held me close the whole way, but he didn’t have to try hard. I just wanted to crawl inside him.
We rounded a corner and saw the restaurant with a statue of an Indian maiden in front. He explained, “Her name’s Ulele, she was a princess, Tampa’s own Pocahontas. Her father, the chief, was going to kill a captive named Juan Ortiz in the 1500s. Ulele intervened and saved his life. She’s revered as a heroine here in Tampa.
We sat at an outdoor table and a waiter greeted us with a menu filled with foods I’d never heard of before: Alligator Hush Puppies, Water Works Wedge, Gouda Grouper… “You know, I was so excited last night, I didn’t taste a thing. I’m so sorry!”
He laughed, “I knew, you were a bundle of nerves last night.”
“And your looking at me like that when you ordered the ice cream, I wanted to…”
“So did I, babygirl, so did I.”
“I wasn’t going to. I convinced myself that I couldn’t. I love my husband and…”
He took my hand, “Babygirl, I know. You have a family. I won’t pretend that I don’t want you to leave tomorrow, but I know you will.”
“Can we not talk about that now, Alan, please. I just want to enjoy what we have today and tonight… and see what comes after that.” I wiped a tear out of my eyes. I wanted him so badly!
“Babygirl, you have no idea how hard it is for me to not rip those clothes off you right here in front of the world,” he said, emotion dripping out of his voice.
I smiled, “Me too, can we go after we eat? Back to your house?”
“We can go right this instant if you want, babygirl.”
I smiled, tempted, “I’m hungry. If we leave now, we won’t get a thing to eat all night.”
My phone beeped, I looked at it, a text from Robert. I opened it and said out loud, “He’s home, my husband.” I texted him back, ‘Having a great day, thank you so much, love you.”
“You want to send him a picture, show him how beautiful his wife is?”
I thought for a minute. After last night… and what he said this morning. He would like it. “Would you?” I asked Alan, handing him my phone.
“How about we ask someone to take it of both of us together,” he suggested. So when the waiter came back to take our order, Alan asked if he’d mind taking a picture, passing the phone off one more time.
Alan and I stood, him on my right so I could turn a little, showing the laced gap in my skirt, then Alan reached his head down and kissed me, bending me back with the passion. Then we looked at the waiter, arms around each other for a real picture.
He handed the phone back to Alan, not knowing it was mine. I tried to pull it from Alan’s hand, but he held it away, “We have to order, babygirl.”
I was anxious to see the pictures, but we looked at the menus again while our photographer waited. I looked at the menu again, there was one thing that had drawn my eye, “I’ll have the Shrimp ‘n Grits,” I told him. I love shrimp and always wanted to try grits. It sounded perfect.
“Sir?” He must not have recognized Alan. I was surprised at the number of people who didn’t. Of course, our waiter was young, probably twenty-one, twenty-two, something like that. He’d have been like nine or ten when Alan retired.
“Same thing, it sounds good. And maybe the Jalapeno Corn Beer Muffins,” Alan said.
Corn beer muffins? What? Guess I’d find out.
“And a bottle of your Juan Ortiza red wine, the Rioja, please,” Alan added.
He left and I told Alan, “You know wine?”
He smiled, “A little, not much,” he laughed, “I have no idea what it is, except its expensive so must be good.”
I giggled, that was like the Alan I knew so long ago. He’d do things for no other reason than it sounded fun. “Remember the time you ordered that, I don’t even remember what, and it was so awful?”
He laughed, too, “I do, it was some kind of sushi, but I also remember what came after.”
I blushed, remembering it, too. It had been the first time we tried out the mattress in the back of his truck, under the stars in Columbia Park, people all around. We had been afraid we’d be arrested but quickly got over the ‘worrying’ part. I think he almost wanted us to be ‘discovered’. Not arrested, just discovered, watched. I almost did, too. I discovered that night that I maybe had a little bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, even more than that day in the mall.
“Maybe tonight will be just as fun?” he added. My pussy let out another scream to get on with it! I pressed my knees together, trying to stave off the almost-orgasm. I was that sexually keyed-up, that a simple memory could set me off. Of course, what had happened that night in the back of his truck hadn’t been so simple. I’ll just say that the awful sushi was a distant memory afterward.
I never tried sushi again. But the back of the truck? It was only the beginning. I guess that was one more thing wrong with the big new truck – no mattress in back.
The waiter brought the muffins, then the wine. The muffins were… different. Good, but something I didn’t think I’d want again. Alan enjoyed them, though, and I ate a couple, I was hungry. The second one was a lot better, kind of grew on me.
The waiter poured each of us a glass of wine and Alan tasted, complimenting how good it was. I tasted it, too, not being a wine drinker. It was good, I enjoyed it. I thought a little wine might make ‘later’ even more fun. It was then that I realized how dumb we were. We’d sat on opposite sides of the table. I’d have loved to have to fend off his hand on my leg like the night before, except there wouldn’t have been much ‘fending’.
Our shrimp was really good, grits, too. Better than I expected even. But by the time we’d finished them, I was more than ready to go. Then I remembered the pictures we just had taken. I’d forgotten them. I asked Alan to see them. He picked up my phone off the table and pulled up the pictures, showing me; the first one of that kiss and the second looking in the camera. We looked like a couple in love, wanting to be somewhere else, my blouse and burgundy skirt, and the time spent in the ‘Pampered Lady’ every bit as sexy as I felt.
“I already sent them,” Alan said, slipping the phone in his shirt pocket.
I hoped Robert approved. He had told me to have fun and I assume he meant it.
Alan paid the bill and we waited for the boat going back toward where he parked. It was beginning to get dark, the sun going down and reflecting off the river.
My heart rate picked up after we were in the truck actually on the way to Alan’s. This was what I’d been looking forward to all day, ever since Robert suggested I stay another night.
He turned down a beautiful street, Bayshore Boulevard, then a side street, Julia Circle, one block and pulled into a driveway, a beautiful house that looked like Scarlett O’Hara in ‘Gone With The Wind’ would be right at home sitting under the veranda; two stories, tall, stately columns on each side of the covered area over the big, double doors, brick driveway and walkway, palm trees, along with beautiful greenery and flowers. “I have a gardener,” Alan explained.
“It’s beautiful,” I told him.
As soon as he opened the door, two giant St Bernards rushed him, covering him with their kisses. He was on his knees loving them back. “Pete and Repete,” he told me, after a silly joke on Monk, an old TV show.
Inside, he took me on a brief tour. I wanted a much briefer tour, one room in particular. There was a swim pool, spa, and huge brick patio in the back; dark, masculine wood flooring; beautiful, big kitchen. “My favorite room,” he said, adding, “until now.”
I wanted to see his bedroom!
Dark, plush leather furniture; a pool and exercise equipment room with a beautiful, carved pool table and several kinds of workout equipment. No wonder his body was like it did. Every step, I was getting wetter, anticipating.
Finally, he opened a door, solid oak, “My new favorite room,” he said. His bedroom! A huge oak bed in the center, patio door onto the back patio, all immaculately clean. Everything was immaculate. He showed me the master bath, floor-level hot tub, big shower, double lavatory.
He took my hand, I was shaking, thinking about that bed. Pulled me back into the bedroom, kissed me with the passion I’d been feeling all day.
“You want to have some fun, babygirl?” he asked me.
I nodded, couldn’t even speak. He had no idea!
“You remember the night you let me tie you to the bed?”
I smiled, how could I not remember the fun we had that night that night!
“You and your husband ever do anything like that?”
We hadn’t. I’d been almost afraid to suggest it after we married. Now, with how our rejuvenated sex life, I was regretting it. But that’s an issue for another time. Now…
“You want to do something like it again?”