I had a restless night. The motel bed was fine, but thoughts of where the affair with Elle would now lead kept springing up in my head. My big problem...? She was a creation of my own making!
It wasn't that I'd forced any of this on her. Once I found out whom and what she was... it became a matter of suggestion, time, place and luck that had recast her into this "new" woman. In the two years since our affair had actually started, she'd gone from an innocent wife, mother and teacher... and transformed into an exhibitionist, sex toy and, for all practical purposes, a nymphomaniac.
When I'd first met her, she dressed like a pilgrim, had the sexual IQ of an eleven year old and the worldliness of a nine year old! While she'd been very aggressive in her pursuit of me, what she didn't know about both the strategy of that pursuit and the consequences of getting caught... or worse, succeeding in that pursuit, could have filled a psychology textbook.
Unfortunately, all of the above only contributed to her allure, that innocence a beacon that drew men, and women, to her.
And now...?
As I lay there thinking about this, she was home in her marital bed, her husband off with their son at a baseball tournament, her pussy full of the cum from a man she'd only met earlier this same night! And... if she hadn't already finished, she would be spending considerable time flushing that cum out of herself, so that she could lick it off her fingers, or whatever tool she'd utilized to do the job.
But, truth be told... all of that thinking and appraisal took about thirty seconds of my time.
The rest of my thinking involved... "What do I do with her tonight?"
With Todd and TJ at the tournament and Kim at her friend Samantha's house for the weekend, I had Elle all to myself for two nights. Unbeknownst to her, the rendezvous with Dean had been set in place for two weeks. Now, I had no plans for this evening.
Hence... my restlessness.
But, given my imagination and the "new" Elle, I was sure I'd find something exciting and indecent to do.
With a day of beauty planned with her friend Kathy, Elle was booked until after 3:00 PM. With that in mind, I spent a few minutes on my tablet, looking for and then finding a restaurant that seemed promising for that evening, checking to see what time, "2Hot4You," would open and then looking for, and finding, one more little piece of information before finally checking my email.
Dean had sent me a message, the time stamp indicated he waited all of twenty minutes after we'd left his home, to "plead" for another opportunity to spend time with, "... us." I was sure that "us" meant Elle, my presence about as welcomed as having Osama bin Laden stop by for a lesson in bomb making!
I wrote back that I was "sure" we could arrange "something" at a future date, but that anything we did too soon would "alert" her to some sort of shenanigans on our part. His reply to that was heavy with regret, but he understood my thinking.
With nothing to do, other than wait for 2Hot to open, I drove to the restaurant where Elle and I often had breakfast, enjoyed a leisurely meal and then drove to see Kat at 2Hot.
Surprisingly, she had nothing new to offer me, her boss having been on a month long "sabbatical," leaving her with a depleted inventory. We talked about Elle and my recent adventures, the "Dean tryst" of the previous evening getting a, "... you've got to be shitting me!" response from her.
I promised to write her a detailed report on whatever we ended up doing that night.
I made dinner reservation and then, with six hours of nothing to do, I drove to my golf course and played eighteen with friends. Rather than go back to the motel, I used the facilities at the club to shower and clean up.
Since I'd, once again, left Elle's wardrobe selection up to her, I had a drink at the bar and then headed off to meet her.
She did not disappoint.
Somewhere she'd found a seven inch long, black stretch satin mini skirt, with a fully pleated hem. To accent the skirt, she'd worn a black sheer mesh button front top, with loose half sleeves and a scooped back.
I could tell she'd gotten dressed at Kathy's house because she was wearing the black demi bra she'd bought for another top, the foundation only adding to the classy look of the outfit. Surprisingly, she was also wearing the matching g-string to the bra.
More of Kathy's influence I was sure.
Oh... and she looked spectacular, the "Day of Beauty" bringing out her natural skin tones, only her eyes and cheeks using cosmetics to further enhance that beauty.
I'd chosen a downtown restaurant for dinner, one where on weekdays after work, the bar would be crowded with young bureaucrats, attorneys, bankers, business men and women. On this evening, the bar was filled with that same clientele, but also with a mix of older and younger couples, on their way to the many entertainment options available in the city.
While Elle and I should have been counted in that latter group... her clothing selection and overall appearance put her in a class of her own.
Just her walking into the building lowered the noise level to barely above a whisper. Heads turned as we approached the Hostess stand the girl taking our name and then walking us to our table.
It was one of two in the front window and offered us a view of the city park across the street, as well as offering everyone entering and those at the bar, an unobstructed view of Elle.
It didn't take long for that to pay dividends.
Three single guys walked in, the first spotting Elle and causing a pileup in the doorway. By the time they'd gotten themselves untangled, everyone in the restaurant, except Elle, knew what had happened. (I will offer the fact that everything that had just happened... was behind her back and that her attention was on the young server who'd just approached our table. She saw none of it)
The three men got their balls busted by the other guys at the bar and they all settled down to ogle Elle, while she impressed the young man who was taking our drink order and handing us our menus.
They both seemed impressed with each other.
In the meantime, the three antagonists had the bartender duplicate our drink order, another round now waiting for us. When our waiter informed us of it, Elle got up and walked to the bar to thank the men, spending a little more time than necessary chatting with them.
Her pirouette as she walked away proved what they had been talking about, the length of her skirt and what she was wearing under it the main topic I was sure.
That was the way the meal kind of went, the boys buying us drinks and Elle going over to the bar to flirt with them.
She eventually ended up sitting with four of them, as I paid the check, their questions about her answered with slowly spread legs. Seems that... when she went to the ladies room the last time, she'd removed her thong, the answers dragged out until all eight eyes were riveted on her perfectly shaved crotch.
None of them were happy when I took her arm and had her say, "Good night," the rest of their evening, I was sure, spent searching for someone as provocative as she.
My plan, on the other hand, was pretty simple.
"Passions"
was the Gentleman's Club I'd taken Elle to on the day she'd gone to her plastic surgeon appointment and I had my first viewing of her "enhanced" breasts. It was her very first visit to a "Strip Club" and also the day that Elle had gotten her first "Lap Dance." Jeanne, a girl we'd met at 2Hot executing that task so well that Elle had mentioned going back a number of times. The reason for that night's visit was the headliner... porn star, Jesse Jane. While I didn't recognize her picture in the Phoenix newspaper, she was supposed to be some kind of big deal. Given Elle's new found fascination with ALL THINGS erotic, I figured she might find the girl interesting.
What I hadn't figured on... was the club full of men who'd figured they'd find her interesting too!
Luckily, Anthony was working that night. He recognized Elle was soon as we walked in, striding over and air kissing her, a fist bump for me. "I thought you worked days?" I asked, slipping him a twenty. "Boss gave me treat," he replied, giving me a wink, "but we need the extra security tonight too."
Holding up a finger, he pointed at a spot on the floor, two tables away from the stage. Two younger guys suddenly appeared carrying a table and two chairs. A minute later we were seated, Anthony pointing now at a waitress, the girl nodding and retreating to the bar. A moment later, she returned with a, "split of champagne," and two flutes. "Enjoy," Anthony proclaimed with a hearty slap on my shoulder. I ordered two cocktails, the champagne gone after a glass each.
So, where the nearby tables may have been upset with someone new partially interrupting their view of the stage, their view of Elle more than compensated for that slight disadvantage. And since the girl onstage wasn't up to the standards I figured everyone was expecting, they were all that much more interested in watching Elle.
