If one never makes mistakes, one never learns. I still didn't regret being in a sexual relationship with my shift supervisor, Kevin. After all, we'd been dating before he was promoted, and everyone in the company was aware of what we were up to.
Of course, they weren't aware of our sexual foray in the laundry room. I let him push my personal limits, and while I lost myself in the act, I realized I had made a mistake. It was one I learned from, and I made it clear to Kevin I didn't want it happening again.
However, that was going to be difficult. We worked setting up and taking down the banquet hall at a hotel. Certain times of the year, the banquet hall was booked up with a waiting list. With graduations, proms and weddings, late spring and early summer was one of them. At one point, we worked seventeen days straight. Both of us were worn out, and even when we could get away from work, we didn't do too much.
There was one thing to definitely look forward to, though. One of our benefits working at the hotel was the occasional free night's stay at any of their hotels. After working all but three days in one month, we'd each earned ourselves a one-night voucher. It was another couple of weeks before we could get two days in a row off, and while it involved leaving for Pensacola after a luncheon on Tuesday and coming back Thursday morning, neither of us wanted to wait for it.
Daytime events are miserable. Because we're usually in plain sight, we have to be in uniform - which means a skirt for the ladies, even though I'm one of the ones who is moving tables around. It was uncomfortable, but I knew I could also play it to my advantage afterwards.
As the event wound down and I began pulling the tablecloths off the tables, I couldn't stop thinking about the pleasure that would be coming that evening. I threw the laundry in and went back to start breaking down the tables.
Finally, with Kevin occupied, I snuck off to the ladies' room and removed my panties. I then made my way, quiet as a mouse, to his car and put them in his suitcase. I was back to work in less than five minutes.
A half hour later, with the tables stowed until Friday, we lined up at the time clock. No one was the wiser as to what Kevin and I were up to. We walked to his car in near silence.
"You ready for some fun, Paige?" he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot and on to our four-hour drive to Pensacola.
"I'm ready." I reached my hand over from the passenger side and cupped his knee.
"Oh, you can get a little closer."
"But you're driving!"
"So?" He reached over and let his hand slide up my skirt. The heat from his hand radiated towards my bare womanness. I shuddered, hoping to keep that secret until he found my panties in his suitcase.
"So," I repeated, crossing my legs. "We have plenty of time to do that the next two days that doesn't involve one of us driving." I took a deep breath. We were barely on the road and already the sexual tension was mounting. "Can you hold on a couple more hours?"
"Of course I can hold on," he replied with a wink. "But this is just the appetizer."
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