Mikki had driven around the hotel parking lot four times. She passed several open spots but kept going.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...!" she said aloud. "I can't believe I'm doing this...!"
She'd agreed to meet a married man at this hotel for sex. Now she was trying to build up the courage to actually do it.
Mikki finally pulled into an empty spot near the rear of the building and sat for a while, trying her best to calm her nerves. She'd known the man she was coming to see for several years. Davis Winstrom was one of her uncle's lodge brothers. She remembered meeting him the year she'd graduated from high school. He was 12 years older than her.
She thought about Lewis, her on-again off-again, boyfriend/almost-fiancé that she'd known since grade school. Currently they were leaning towards off-again. Mikki thought she loved Lewis, mostly because she'd known him her whole life, but she didn't really didn't think much of him. She thought he was boring. But unfortunately, she didn't have very many options in the small town where they lived where no one seemed to ever leave, aside from dying, and everyone knew everyone. Her friends and family were still expecting them to get married one day and start having kids.
Lewis was also the only person she'd had sex with her entire life.
Mikki was now 30 and wanted more than what she felt and dreaded she was destined for. She wanted to eventually leave her family, this town and this life behind and try something new. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted, she just knew it wasn't what she had.
Davis was the nearest she'd ever seen or known to "new and different". He traveled, was self employed and had an education beyond high school. And most importantly to Mikki, he wasn't stuck in a world of "remember when...", "back in the day..." or "that used to be...".
But Davis was also unpredictable and maybe even a little dangerous. He was smart, but a perpetual flirt. Mikki knew she was definitely not the first or only woman who he tried to have as his "side piece". That was also some of the attraction. He knew how to make her laugh, or smooth talk her to make her feel desired. But he always made her think about what was possible.
Mikki's mind was made up. She was always her mom's "sensible child". The one who always did the smart, correct but boring thing. She wanted to shake things up.
She locked up her car and walked through the semi-crowded lobby with her head held high, boarded the elevator and pressed number 5. She strode down the hallway and knocked on the door to room 508.
Davis opened the door wearing a white hotel robe and a big smile.
"Baby-Doll...!" he sang her childhood nickname, leading her in and pouring glasses of champagne.
Mikki accepted the flute and took a sip. She tried her best to hide the fact that her hands were trembling. She slowly strolled around the small suite trying to calm and distract herself with the features and amenities. A soft R&B ballad played on the small stereo unit.
Davis sat on the couch and leaned back as he sipped his champagne and silently watched her. The robe fell open revealing his thick, semi-hard, brown cock.
Mikki tried her best not to stare, but kept stealing glances. She was already wondering if he was bigger than Lewis.
"Relax, Baby-Doll..." Davis said in the smooth tone that she loved as he drained his glass. "There's another robe hangin' on the bathroom door..."
It took her a few seconds before she realized what he was suggesting.
"Oh...oh, okay...!" she reacted with a naive expression.
She took another sip and placed her flute on the counter and hurried to the bathroom.
The bathroom was larger than the one she had at home, with nicer features. She ran her fingers over the plush, bright white robe and towels, and peaked behind the shower curtain at the large tub.
