Chapter 3: Dinner and a Bad Movie

We went to our rooms to freshen up, get showers, and change into dinner attire. Both of us forgot about the adjoining door. Which turned out to be a lucky mistake for me. I’m not so sure about Jackie. I got a shower, shaved, and dried my hair wrapping one of the small white hotel towels around my waist. Jackie had evidently done the same thing, though her towel was secured much higher around her breast. The narrowness of the towel had it come down barely to her pussy. In fact, when she absent mindlessly walked past the opening I got the first view of her pussy. I felt my eyes basically pop out of my head wanting a better view. But the passing view I had was monumental. She shaved her pubes down to a low matte in a straight maybe inch-wide landing strip type line. The line traveled down to the slightest of indentions before the part in the puffy lips began. Each of her fattened labia was a wonderful clam-shell half with the hair maintained barely long enough to be a covering. The thickness and form were gracefully rounded down around between her muscular thighs. When she walked they parted ever so slightly exposing only the minutest amount of the pink that lay down between the split halves. I just about came all over myself just from viewing such an incredibly succulent sight.

And her pussy wasn’t all I had the pleasure of viewing, in those few seconds that felt like they extended into eternity. The smooth bend of her ass met her thighs. There was a gratifying way each of her ass cheeks’ curves converged with the other, together forming a deep valley. Each of the slightly bubbled orbs shimmied and shook ever so perfectly with each step as she passed by.

I was so glad she hadn’t looked at the doorway as she passed by, as she would’ve seen me standing there; a memorized idiot with my mouth hung open. The only thing on me that seemed capable of moving was my cock which instantly tented my towel. When she walked back by a second time, I was sure I would be caught leering at her like a Peeping Tom. Yet she passed by again unaware of the immaculate show she was giving me. I felt so aroused at the sight of what would surely give some man the pleasures of a lifetime that would never be forgotten. But I also felt dirty, sneaking peeks at a woman I called a friend, violating her if only visually.

Fighting the urge to go over to her and professing I found her the most beautiful woman I had seen and would find it an honor if she let me be her first. I quickly and quietly closed my adjoining door to only a crack. I didn’t want her to hear the click of the door and realize I was just now shutting it, for she would surely know I had been ogling her every time she walked past.

With my towel not staying on due to my raging hard-on, I let it off as I went about getting clothes for dinner. I would have put it back on if it wasn’t for the fact my erection wasn’t going away as the image of Jackie’s pussy and bare ass played in my brain in an endless loop. And if I had known she would come through the cracked door wearing a flannel robe I definitely would’ve been in more than my birthday suit.

She began asking a question before actually looking where she going, “What kind of restaurant...” The sentence ended there as it registered to her I was as naked as the day I was born. Her eyes went to my erection and stayed there for a long time before she stammered, “Oh God, I’m sorry ... Oh shit, you’re naked ... I’m so sorry ... Oh, God.” She quickly ran back into her room a bright shade of red covering her face and neck before she had even reached the door.

I quickly slid into my clothes for the evening, so I could go talk to her. I was in a nice pair of slacks and a button-down shirt, intending to wear a light sport coat over it, in less than a minute. Being dressed for the evening I knocked on the still-open adjoining doors, “Can I come in.” I asked. With no answer after a few seconds, I went in. Jackie was in the chair hotels always seem to put in one of the corners, her knees up in front of her as hugged them. Her head was down on her knees and I thought I heard a sniffle. “Hey, are you OK?”

Her head shook no. The sniffle was heard better this time. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Again her head shook no. But determined to find out what was wrong I sat on her bed and waited.

Two minutes later she looked up at me her eyes red. “I think I made a mistake coming here with you.”

“Why do you think that?” I wondered aloud.

“I think you want something I’m not ready to give you,” she said meekly.

“You think I want to have sex with you. Is that what you’re saying?” I asked as calmly as I could, wanting to hug her and knowing I couldn’t.

Again with her forehead on her knees, she nodded. Again I asked, “Why do you think that?”

“You were in your room naked with an erection when I came in,” she said into her lap.

“I’ll be naked in my room again later tonight. It doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you.”

“But I was in there with you and you had an erection.”

“Yes, those also happen. Unfortunately, most of the time they occur at inopportune moments. Like today at the zoo. It doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you while we’re here.”

She looped back around to her original problem, “But you were naked when I came in.”

“Had I known you were coming in I’d have had pants on.”

“But I knocked and you were still naked like you were expecting something.”

“OK, now I get it. I’m not going to say you didn’t knock but if you did I didn’t hear it. And did you also ask if it was OK to come in? ‘cause again if you did again I didn’t hear it.”

She sat there for a long time before she looked up at me. “God, I’m so sorry, I thought what I thought. I don’t think I knocked or told you I was coming in. I am such a bitch. You give me a wonderful day and this is how I repay you. You must think I’m a horrible person.”

“Not horrible just confused. It sounds to me like you’re not used to someone spending time with you without them having an ulterior motive.”

“I guess not.”

“Well let me be plain and honest. I’d have to be a blind fool to not want to share a bed with you making love the whole night through. But it wouldn’t be love it’d be sex. So, no if you come into my room again unannounced you may find me nude. But if you give me a minute to let you know it is safe coming in I promise I will be dressed. Or at least not naked.”

“Thank you. I’ll do the same. Again I’m sorry I acted like a stupid little girl.” she said wiping her eyes. “So this is what you’re wearing for dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, I know what I’m going to wear then.” She got up from the chair and pulled me up. She wrapped her arms around me drawing me in tight to her. Giving me the same bedroom eyes I had seen the night before. She said, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess. You really are a wonderful man.” She pulled my head to hers and kissed me. It wasn’t a peck and it wasn’t a sex-fueled ravaging of my lips, it was soft and sensual and lasted but a few seconds. A few seconds I wished could have lasted the rest of my lifetime.

Breaking away from me she again, gushed, “You really are wonderful. I’ll knock on your door when I’m ready.”

I stood in place for a second dumbfounded by the kiss I’d just experienced. I hadn’t been stunned by a kiss in years, and don’t think any had stunned me more than maybe the first one I’d ever had with a girl, Margo Anderson. Despite myself, my fingers went to my lips making sure they were truly there and the experience wasn’t a dream but real. I know I walked out of the room because I found myself sitting on my bed, the door between the rooms still open. When I could think clearly again I guessed it was Jackie’s way of saying she trusted me to do the right thing by her. It made the earlier betrayal hurt that much more.

Her hand passed into my room as she knocked on my door. “Can I come in?”

“Sure come on in,” I said noticing her arm was bare, wondering how much more of her would be available for viewing. She came in wearing a simple black dress with a halter tied behind her neck, holding it up. The dress’s fun free-flowing skirt started at her tiny waist and swelled out with delicate lines over her undeniably perfect curved hips that formed part of her hourglass shape. The dress’s top cupped her God-given flawless hemispheres with their marshmallow cones. When she spun around on her black high heels raising the curve of her ass and shaping her legs even more than her tennis shoes had. Her lower back crisscrossed with thin black ribbons accentuated the swale of back meeting rounded buns, with only the hint of where the two cheeks met up forming the start of her rear’s valley.

Before she could ask I said, “I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you.”

She blushed, “You’re flirting again.”

“How is telling the truth flirting,” I asked. “You are ravishing.”

Turning a brighter red, that covered even her chest she sheepishly said, “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it doesn’t begin to describe it. Come on let’s go get dinner, so I can show off my beautiful companion.” I said offering her my arm.

We had a wonderfully delightful dinner at a restaurant just down the street. The fact she came from a working-class to a lower-class family was not evident. She handled herself better than many of the upper-class women I had dined with in the past. We laughed and joked about what Karen and Tom were likely doing. We talked about how her job let her meet people but wasn’t overly mentally stimulating. And then there was the zoo and what she liked most about it. We planned our next day down to the minute. The whole time we were at the establishment, I noticed the men in the place and how their eyes followed Jackie everywhere she went. Even the ones there with wives and girlfriends watched her move through the tables, both when we arrived and when we left and all the time in between.

Jackie seemed oblivious to the stares some of the time and overly self-conscious at others. At those times I reached across the table stroking the back of her hand. The reaction seemed to calm her. Those looking on who might have thought she was a pro out with her client, would’ve realized we were more than that. But what we were, I couldn’t define.

Jackie ate like a bird but said she had enough before we had an after-dinner coffee. She tried Bailey’s Irish cream in her coffee for the first time and said she was hooked. She suggested we find a liquor store so our morning coffee could have a couple of shots. I said we could just order it at the hotel instead. All she said was “Good.”

Back at the hotel, I went to my room while Jackie went to hers. We had agreed on a night in to rest up for the next day’s adventure at the Smithsonian. We left the rooms joined, keeping the doors between them open. I quickly change into my usual walking-around-the-house attire. My brunette companion evidently had the same idea. She was stripping off her dress when I happened by the door. I tried my hardest not to look at what I knew would be a phenomenal sight.

I turned my head the one time catching her bending over slightly, her firm cones moving with her chest as she undid the ribbon in the back. Again, I could’ve watched her figure all night. The delicious rosy cones atop her teenage-like breast mounds captured my attention. And, oh to see if she was wearing sexy panties or thong. Maybe she took the clues from her bra-less tits and she’d left her pussy uncovered under her sexy dress. If she did, I thought it was too bad she didn’t flash her fountainhead of pleasure with its pointless arrow of hair directing my eyes to her pussy.

The next time I passed the open door on the way back to the corner chair, from the corner of my eye I saw her figure standing there. I believe she had yet to put on her nightclothes. I didn’t even shift my eyes from straight ahead, letting her feel secure in leaving the opening between or two rooms open. I had barely sat down for some T.V. viewing with the bourbon, I always carry in my suitcase, when a knock happened on my side of the open door. “Can I join you for a little while?”

Jackie’s night attire consisted of a long flimsy pink tank top with her flannel housecoat over it. I could, again, see her smallish breasts were left free from restraints. But, I wondered what was covering her pussy if anything. I, of course, said, “Sure come on in.” Her hips swayed so seductively as she strolled in.

She looked around the room, this time instead of at my cock, saying, “It’s just like mine only backward.”

Standing up, motioning to the chair I teased, “No, I think yours is like mine but it is backward.”

“Funny,” she said. She followed it with “It’s your room you sit down I lay on the bed.” She immediately amended her statement, “Sit on the bed.”

“Either way is fine. I know you have girl cooties and all those will be on the bedspread. Plus I don’t tend to use it.” I played.

“Seriously I love wrapping up in my bedspread at home. It is so warm.” She stated sitting on the edge of the bed looking very uncomfortable. “Heck, I may be wrapping up in yours. It’s cold in here.”

“Oh sorry, I can turn the AC off. I like my room so you can hang meat in it.”

“Yeah, Karen is that way too. But she is always so hot. I like snuggling against her when we watch movies. She keeps me warm.”

Seeing an opening, I offered, “Well Karen always says I make her hot when she sits in my lap.”

“Karen sits in your lap?” Jackie asked surprised.

“Sure some of the nieces do also when they get cold.”

“I can see nieces they don’t weigh much. But Karen is a hundred and twelve pounds. She has to squish you.” I thought it was interesting Jackie knew the exact weight of my daughter.

“Nope. Nieces, daughter, and even sisters and sisters-in-law are allowed. Most of them only stay for a few minutes before they get too hot and have to move.” I stated.

“How about babysitters slash companions who are cold. Can they sit in your lap and warm up while watching something,” She asked.

“I guess so. I’ve never been asked,” I replied making her have to ask instead of offering.

“Well, can I?” She asked after nothing more was said for a couple of deafeningly silent seconds.

“I guess as long as you don’t have a bony ass. Some of my little nieces have bony butts.” I stated honestly. Plus I again was looking for Jackie to make some comment on her anatomy, getting her comfortable with talking about her body with me.

“I don’t think I have a bony butt.” She said standing up and looking back at her covered rear.

“Well visual or manual inspection is definitely out.” I joked raising my eyebrows up and down multiple times in a Groucho Marx move, leaving time for her reply.