"I'll call you," she said.I picked up some condoms and a couple bottles of scotch on the way back to the hotel. In my room, I poured myself a big, thumping drink, but fatigue overwhelmed me before I got a chance to finish it. I fell into a deep, c***d-like sleep. * * * The next day I skipped out on the convention and met her at the city park. I knew my boss would notice my absence and I would catch hell, but it had been a long time since I cared what my boss thought about me. I'd been considering quitting for years, but I never went through with it because the thought of looking for a new job made the skin at the back of my neck prickle uncomfortably. That, and I couldn't bear the thought of telling my wife I was unemployed.The day was warm and sunny, and the air smelled of freshly cut grass. She brought a plastic grocery bag full of food, and we found a quiet corner to sit and eat.She was playful and attentive. After we ate, we walked around the park, hand in hand. I whistled some. “Now use your vibrator while I tell you what I’m going to do to you later.” I went over the scenario again. She was to show up wearing a specific dress that I like. I could hear her trying not to make noise, but she came like a good girl very quickly while I filled her ear with very dirty thoughts. “I’ll see you at the hotel.” We hung up. At eleven, as planned, I was in the hotel room with a bottle of champagne on the nightstand, lube and a condom conspicuously on the bed. About half an hour later, I was starting to think she chickened out when there was a gentle knock on the door. I answered it and let Alison into my darkened sex cave. She was wearing sunglasses. I guess it was a disguise. She nervously walked in as I put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door and locked it. I handed her a glass of champagne and told her she looked sexy. Then, gently, I approached her and removed her sunglasses. I slid my hand up her leg, under her dress. She was shivering. I went slowly, looking.
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