A lot of weird things have happened to me, in the course of my life. We’re all like that, everybody got weird shit goin’ on, at some point in their life. One of the weirdest happened one hot August night, in Miami. I was at a convention, a convention of the most boring shit ever. A convention for people who’s businesses made shit out of paper. It was just folding and gluing and printing machines mostly, stupid shit like that. Friday sucked, and Saturday was worse. When the place finally closed down at five, it was a relief to walk out into the hot damp ocean air.
There was a guy there with me, whom I hadn’t really known before this trip, but we had managed to get along pretty good. He was my age, mid thirties, and seemed fairly normal and likable. I’d been stuck in hotel rooms with much worse, in the past.
Okay. I am, like I said, mid thirties. I got a funny name, funny to some people, and when I tell you the shit that happened down there, it might seem funnier. My name is Peter South. If you ever watch porn, you know who Peter North is, he’s the guy with the big dick. I’m no Peter North, but I do hold my own, as I’ll tell you about.
Anyway, we walked back to our hotel, and changed into street clothes, deciding to go get something to eat.
“Let’s stop by the bar for a second,” said Dave. “We don’ hafta order, but let’s scope out the ... scene.”
I assumed he meant the girls. We’d talked a little, and I knew he was probably about as big a womanizer as I was. I mean, who ain’t, nowdays? If you can get it, go for it. It hadn’t happened on this trip, so far, but I had hopes for tonight. I like women. I pretty much live for them. I’m inbetween girlfriends now, and, yeah, it’d been a while. I was charged up, ready to go.
I agreed, and we took the elevator down. The bar was small and simple, and pretty packed for early evening. We immediately saw two fine looking women at the bar, and settled in next to them.
“Good evening, ladies,” said Dave, and I nodded. I realized that I’d seen them earlier today, at the convention. We made some small talk, and I pointed out that they were paper products people too.
“Don’t fuckin’ remind me,” said one of the girls, the shorter darker brunette. “I’m really tired of that shit. We have big hopes for this evening.”
I laughed. “Yeah, us too.” I said. The other woman smiled at me. She was a blonde, and almost classically beautiful. I liked her already, I really liked her. She was maybe my age, maybe a wee bit older, and she looked good, tight and firm, MILFy to the max. I looked at her finger, but saw no ring, although ... I could tell from her tan line, that she’d worn one in the past ... the recent past. I wondered if she was newly single, or if she just wanted to play without questions tonight.
“I’m Peter,” I said, and presented my hand. She shook it firmly, and said, “Dawn.”
The other girl introduced herself as Maria, and Dave introduced himself. Good. Got that shit out of the way.
“Ladies,” I said, “would you like to do dinner? I got an unlimited expense account.”
They giggled, and whispered among themselves for a moment. It wasn’t really unlimited, but that didn’t matter, for one night. I’d write it off as “business.” They were paper people, after all. Dave met my eye and nodded imperceptibly. I knew he was pleased. I sure as hell was.
“Okay,” said Maria, “but...” she giggled... “we gotta be back in our room ... by tomorrow morning, for when our plane leaves.” Dawn shook her head, looking down, almost seeming embarrassed. Dave and I laughed.
“We can probably manage that,” said Dave, and stood, presenting his arm to Maria. She took it, and as I stood I felt Dawn slide her hand into mine. Shit, I thought, this isn’t even work. I like a little bit of a challenge, but this was falling into place pretty damn fast. I wondered if they’d stay interested in us.
I know I’m not the handsomest fish in the sea. I’m okay, I stayed out of the sun, and I’m not prematurely old and weatherbeaten. I still got hair, hooray. I can hold my own, I mean, I can’t compete with the twenty-somethings, but who can. But I usually do okay. I’ve gotten used to picking up chicks, and I hafta say I’ve probably gotten pretty good at it. But I almost felt like these two picked us up, at this point.
We left the hotel, and walked down the boardwalk to restaurant row. We finally settled on a place, and were seated. We made small talk, and ordered. The meal progressed nicely, and it was pleasant to sit in the company of two fine looking females. Dawn was charming, a little shy, at times ... I felt like she was shy on purpose, that she knew it made her kinda mysterious and sexy. She did it well, and I gotta admit, I was pretty enamored of her. I wondered more and more my chances of getting to know her a little better. A little intimately better.
“Peter,” she said, and I gave her my whole attention. “Are you married?”
I laughed, and showed her my finger. No ring, no suntan, no indentions in the flesh from years of wearing a ring. “No, I’m not, and never have been,” I said.
“I have a confession,” she whispered, almost in my ear. Feeling her breath on the side of my head was sexy and hot. I loved it. I nodded.
“I am married. For sixteen years. Does that bother you?” she asked, looking kind of coy.
“Of course not...” I said, “I understand. I respect the institute of marriage, it just hasn’t happened yet for me.”
“You’d better get busy,” said Maria, “that shit don’t last forever.”
We all laughed, but Dawn seemed kind of embarrassed, once again. I wondered if she was feeling guilty, being out with somebody other than her husband. My hopes for the progression of events of the evening receded somewhat.
The meal ended, and I paid, and we stood to leave. Once again, she slipped her hand into mind. After we left the restaurant, I dropped her hand, and placed my arm over her shoulder. She was tall, but it was still comfortable, and felt natural. She didn’t seem to mind.
We walked down to the water, and we all took our shoes off and rolled up our pants legs. Both the girls were wearing business suits, and they looked attractive and professional in them. Apparently they hadn’t changed clothes yet, like we had. I wondered what Dawn would look like, in a skirt. Probably sexier than shit. She looked like she’d have nice legs. Hell, she was half leg, at least. And her butt looked full and nice, in those slacks.
We held hands again, and walked down the beach.
“What do you girls feel like doing?” Dave said. “Wanna go back to the bar?”
“I dunno...” said Maria. I could tell already she was the leader of the two of them. She was okay, kind of dark and dusky, almost a little Hispanic looking. She had fantastic tits, and I hoped Dave could tell me more about them later. Dawn had nice tits, too, so high and firm that I almost wondered if she’d had a boob job.
“Let’s sit on the deck and talk,” said Maria, and we all agreed. That was cool, too. It didn’t have to always be intense, expensive fun. We found a table and some chairs, and I seated Dawn, and sat beside her. I was immediately conscious of her knee, in the side of my leg. She seemed to not notice.
“This is so beautiful,” said Dawn, “Philadelphia is gonna suck big time, after this.”
We all laughed. I looked at Dawn, and she met my eyes squarely, then coyly looked down. I pulled back my expectations even further. I liked the girl, I seriously liked her. It was too bad she was married, and seemed to be wrestling with herself over it. I felt that from her, for some reason.
An hour went by. We talked and joked, and Dawn seemed to slowly come out of her shell. Her real personality seemed to shine through, kind of bubbly and almost loud, but sexy. I more than liked her by now, I really liked her.
“You know what’s really going on in there,” Maria said, in mid-conversation with Dave, and motioning to the hotel rising behind her.
“What?” said Dave.
“At any moment,” she said, her voice dropping in volume, “at any given moment, in at least half of those rooms ... fucking!”
Dave met my eye, and we laughed. Dawn looked embarrassed, but she laughed, too.
“That’s just part of being on vacation,” Dave said. “People act differently, on vacation.”
“Yes,” said Dawn, “and who knows, maybe they’re ... making love to their wives or husbands, or whoever they came with.”
“Yeah, maybe,” said Maria, “doubtful, but maybe.”
I’ve noticed that before, though, what she said. This wasn’t my first convention. People, women as far as I was concerned with, women acted different, far away from home. Especially far away from their husbands. This wasn’t the first time I’d cut a married gal out of the herd. And I knew it wouldn’t be the last.
I looked at Maria, wondering. Sure enough, she still even had her wedding ring on. She seemed like that kind, strong and confident, and there was little doubt in my mind that she’d take her share of man-meat tonight, wedding ring or not. I still doubted it about Dawn, and I thought to myself, yep, Dave old buddy, say good morning to Maria for me. I wondered if I’d have to spend the night in the lobby, to give them some privacy.
“Well,” said Dawn, “it is different, for some reason. There’s a ... freedom ... I dunno how to explain it.”
.... There is more of this story ...