We arrived at the hotel a little after 1pm. The flight down to Cancun had been uneventful. As, you quietly dozed on the flight, your head on my shoulder, I gazed at your body which was positively radiant due to the light streaming in the plane window. It was such a beautiful sight. This was our first vacation since we had met some six months ago.
We had met while we were both on business trips to Chicago. We were staying at the same hotel and our paths kept crossing – at check in, you were in line in front of me, in the evening, we shared the elevator, and at the complementary breakfast, we sat next to each other, though at separate tables. I caught you glancing at me from time to time and I have to admit, I was doing the same.
You were dressed somewhat conservatively, in a nice business suit each morning, but in the evenings, I spied you in your casual wear, coming back from dinner wearing shorts and a tank top with sandals. You exuded pure sexuality and I wanted you. On the next to last morning we finally introduced ourselves to each and agreed to go out for dinner that night.
We hit the local steak house across the street from the hotel. It was convenient and the food was good. Throughout the day, I was secretly hoping that something would click between us and that maybe, just maybe, something might develop. I had not been in any relationship since my last one crumbled due to all the usual issues – money, incompatibility, and just a different set of priorities.
As it turns out, you had the same thoughts and desires, though your situation was a tad different being recently divorced. That night we returned to my hotel room to "watch TV" and ended up making out and "petting" for most of the evening. We both felt like teenagers as we ended up with our hands down each others pants as we sat on the couch. Neither of us felt totally comfortable going any further that evening. We said our goodbyes but kept in touch.
