I looked at Keven. “Thank you for not screwing that up.”
“I would never do that to you Kate. What we have can never match what you two have. I don’t want to ever screw up what we have, so I need you to keep everything you have.” He adopted a humorous expression. “Did that make sense?” he asked in a confused voice.
I laughed and nodded because it really did make sense to me.
I packed my travelling case, ready to leave after work, then kissed Keven goodbye. He told me that he would see me next week and, I have to say, I was looking forward to it.
After a good day’s work, I made my flight on time, and was soon in the air. I reflected on the last two days with my first ever extra-marital lover.
I knew that I would have to be careful if I was to keep seeing Keven and also keep my secret from Erick. I was relieved that Keven knew I was married, knew that I loved Erick, and that Erick would always come first. Finally I figured, ‘What would it hurt?’ As long as I remembered to call Erick, and ‘take care’ of my husband every day, it would be ok, wouldn’t it?
When my plane landed in Charleston, it felt just like any other day and I thought that, except for me taking on a lover in Cleveland, life would proceed as normal. Little did I know that this would be a very special week.
I went straight to work from the airport, as usual, and worked for almost four hours before catching a cab to the hotel with my suitcases. I had a regular booking there, so all I had to do was sign in and grab the key that was waiting.
With the amazing sex I’d had two days in a row, I smiled much more than usual all day. Although Erick is a very good lover, and is well-endowed, our sex life had diminished over our many years together. Nowadays, we only made love about twice a month which, for this forty-five-year-old woman, certainly wasn’t sufficient, so the extra-marital sex was warmly welcomed.
I went to the hotel restaurant and had just ordered a chicken sandwich with a salad and no fries, and a martini, when I was surprised by an older man who sat down and started hitting on me.
“Wow. Baby I haven’t seen tits like that in years,” were his not-so-smooth opening words.
He seemed shocked that I didn’t respond with, ‘Oh take me to your room and I will let you play with them.’
Since I didn’t want to leave without eating, or having my martini, I felt trapped and uncomfortable by the persistence of the old lecher.
Enter my knight in shining armor: A very young man sat alongside me and, looking right at me, said, “Hey, sorry I’m late.” Then he reached over, took my hand, and glared at the old fart.
The older man quickly decided that he had somewhere else to be, got up, and left. As soon as he’d gone, the young man let go of my hand and said, “I’m sorry, but I heard him being obnoxious and could see that you needed to be rescued.”
I simply said, “Thank you so much. I thought I would either have to leave, or slap the shit out of him.”
The young man laughed. “My name is Bryan, by the way.”
“Kate,” I said. I reached out and placed my hand on his to show my gratitude for his intervention.
“I have to confess that I already known your name, Mrs. Benson, but I have always been too shy to approach you, even to say “Hi”. I see you here every week. I am one of the hotel maintenance men.” He smiled.
I felt like a loon, because I hadn’t recognized him. He was young, around my son’s age, but that was no excuse for taking the hotel workers for granted. “I’m sorry, I never noticed you.”
“That’s ok, Mrs. Benson, it’s not a problem. If I ever saw you looking at me, I probably would have frozen in place. You are very pretty, and I am really shy around beautiful women.”
I smiled at the compliment and said, “Thank you, but I’m a woman. All you need to do to get to know me is to talk. I’m always open to a good conversation. Especially over a meal.”
He was stunned that I had, inadvertently, invited him to join me for dinner. “I, I, oh, I, am can, can I eat… dinner with you?”
I had to control my laughter. “Of course, I would love to share a meal with a nice, handsome, young man.” I didn’t know what happened. At first, he blushed the brightest shade of red I’d ever seen, then his whole face lit up with happiness. I thought that I might tease him a little, so I reached for his hand and squeezed it. I watched him go from the brightest shade of red to an almost ghostly white. I was glad we were sitting down, because he could have fallen.
I waved the waitress over to take his order. He decided on the shrimp stew special that was advertised on the sandwich board.
I was amazed to learn that Bryan was an entertaining conversationalist. Instead of talking about himself, he spoke about the town of Charleston, and its role in the civil war. He told me that most visitors to the hotel wanted to hear about Charleston’s history, so he studied the topic after work.
He told me about his studies to attain a college degree in hotel and food management and his plans to, one day, take over running the hotel.
I asked if he would kick me out if he became the manager.
He blushed and said that he would never kick such a vision of loveliness out of his hotel.
I don’t know why, maybe I wanted to pay him back for all the compliments, maybe I wanted to tease him, maybe I wanted to just see his reaction and if he really meant what he said, but I leaned across the small table and gave him a soft open-mouth kiss. My large, saggy breasts rested on his arm as I continued the kiss.
It took only a few seconds before I felt his tongue enter my mouth and his hands start to go around my neck, but his arm remained supporting my breasts.
For the second occasion in a week, I felt my pussy begin to freely lubricate moisture into my panties.
Bryan didn’t want to break the kiss, so I finally did. I smiled and said, “You are a very good kisser. I needed that, thank you.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked in his sweet, youthful voice.
I wanted to know if he was old enough to drink, but I decided not to ask, reasoning that he was in college, after all.