He looked at the two wineglasses. He preferred bold reds, from South America. She always went for the milder sweeter German whites. How different they were, but so much the same. He waited for her to return from the restroom. It had been a long day. He loved bringing her along on these short business trips, loved having her to himself for a few days, talking about their children, growing closer to her. This evening marked ten years! It hardly seemed possible. He was busy all day with business, consulting, making deals. She would shop, visit the sights, and relax in the hotel. They both looked forward to these trips. Even if was only twice or three times a year.
She returned, smiling, and re-joined him. What a lovely day they had. A show, a fine dinner, and finishing up with a glass of wine in the hotel. She sat and looked him in the eyes. That look! They talked awhile, and she snapped open her purse, and slid it toward him. He reached for the key card from the top of the purse, and noticed her panties, brilliant white, and folded carefully in her purse, just under the key card. He knew what this meant. She looked into his eyes again.
"I shaved it. While you were out today." Her smile told him everything.
She said it just to get him going. She continued to taunt and arouse him, knowing what was ahead. Her teasing aroused both of them. They had planned this. Even rehearsed it, getting each move down to total efficiency...almost choreography. It had always been a fantasy. By the time they settled the bill and left the table they were both dancing on the very edge...overaroused. Ready. The fingers touching, the legs brushing under the table, the sexy whispers recalling past lovemaking.
