I was on a family vacation. You know, the kind of vacation where forty people from across the country make special plans to gather together and have a shitty time in a shitty place doing shitty things because someone's wife saw a Norman Rockwell painting once? Yeah. One of those.
We were at this smallish resort on the Cumberland river which had clearly seen better days. Rooms were untidy, the reservation system was a mess, and the kitchen served food that may have been saved from the civil war. The staff was, at best, bored. At worst, Meth addicts still on the pipe. It was awful, but fun to watch. I know that sounds mean, but my in-laws were as boring as a Methodist Church, and as I had been in the service industry, it was entertaining to watch it all and to figure out what and who the problems were. And after three days I saw that this staff were badly led, badly supplied and just performed badly. A hat trick of incompence.
Except for Terry.
She was about 20 and a local, like most of the workers at the resort. I'd call her plump but not fat, zoftig the Germans call it. She had a decent set of curves, and shoulder length, dirty blonde hair with pink and green streaks. She was cute as hell with a big smile and brown eyes, but a lot of the workers were cute, and most of them were girls. But Terry actually seemed to give a shit, and it made her the pariah of the whole resort. I felt bad for her, having been in similar situations throughout my career. Empathy plus boredom can lead a man to take some chances, and when a Texan fancies he'll take his chances, chances will be taken, that's for sure. So, since most of these incompetent people were stupid, and I as a guest was invisible to them, I was able to cause some severe havoc in a short amount of time.
A quick talk with Terry got her on my side. She was smart as hell, which graduated her from cute to hot. She perfected the plan I had, and in two days we had engineered the arrest of three of the meth-heads, and the subsequent firing of five other workers who the worst. I had previously called a staffing center and arrange a quick delivery of replacement temps, and suddenly Terry was working around a crew that gave a shit, were doing a good job and were also actually happy to work a place so beautiful as the resort.
I was watching the sunset on the huge patio that overlooked the Cumberland. Yeah, you bet your NASCAR ass I watch the sunset. God does good work. Terry came out with two beers in her hand, and I gotta say, the sight of a hot woman with two beers coming at you almost tops a good sunset. We talked for a while, comfortably, like any two service folk would do. Despite all the drama, that's was still all we were, until she asked me something. We had just shared a giggle about lemons, and she leaned back and looked me full in the face, her large brown eyes suddenly warm in a way I hadn't seen before.
"Jack, I really do appreciate what you did for me, for all of us here. I've been trying to think of ways to thank you..."
She lowered her eyes and adjusted her stance so her chest stood out a little more, and her hips became a bit more pronounced.
Oh shit. She was flirting. My mind raced. Wait! You're old as fuck. She's not flirting. Get real. Be funny! Play it off!
In a cartoon super-hero voice I said, "There's no need, I'm just glad to see justice done!" She laughed a bit, but kept her eyes on me. Nope. That's flirting. Damn! She was cute, but waaay too young for my forty year old ass. Oh, and of course, I was married with a kid.
"Hey, I'm not talking 'bout forever." She stepped closer to me, her 5'3 body forcing her to look up into my face. "And I don't want to change your life, but there's a warm wind blowin' and the stars are coming out...." she hesitated and gulped. "..and I really want to see you tonight. Alone."
I felt like I was in a Penthouse letter. Hearing those words from this barely legal thing was an eargasm. But no, no, No! I had been down this road before, and cheating...even this easy kind of cheating that I could totally get away with, had got me in trouble before. I couldn't! I just couldn't. I backed away, shaking my head, trying not to look at her. Then I decided to just be straight with her.
"Holy shit, Terry, you are the hottest thing ever... but.. I just can't. I've been a cheat before, and even though you...I....whew...I can't."
I finally got the courage to look at her face, and she was staring straight at my crotch. I was wearing sweats, which were doing nothing to hide my huge erection. I turned back and forth, trying to hide it with my hands, looking a like one of the Three Stooges and then plopped down in a nearby chair. Terry laughed sweetly at my embarrassment, and seemed to enjoy her sudden taking of the maturity high ground.
"No problem Jack, I get you. And it makes you even cuter." She kissed me on the forehead and walked away. I swear she was shaking her ass as she did. Her bubble butt seemed to mock me with it's motions at every step. Back at my room, my wife was already asleep, justly exhausted from family tribulations. I needed to pound one out, but there was no way to do so safely with all the cousins and nephews and nieces squirming around. I got a shitty night sleep and was grumpy the whole next day. My wife finally sent me off on a hike in the Cumberland woods, just to keep me from freaking out Chevy Chase style. I got a mile in, found a beautiful huge oak and pulled a Huck Finn style nap right under the bosom of it's branches. I slept for hours and came back to the resort about dinner time, feeling fantastic and mellow. Terry saw me in the lobby as I passed and called me over to the desk. She gave me a note from my wife that said to meet her in in room 600, which wasn't our room. Terry had a strange smile on her face, but said nothing else.
When I got there, my wife Betty met me with a huge hug.
"Well, hello to you too." She had great hugs. "Sorry I was shit today."
"Oh, It is so okay." She pulled back and looked me in face. "I had a talk with Terry, and she told me all you did for her."
"Oh." I had no idea how to react because I didn't know if she also told her...
"And she said she offered to have sex with you, and you said no."
I gulped.
"Frankly, Jack...." She let the pause hang. "I'm impressed. She's a little hottie. And she seems pretty smart."
I flinched.
"You made me look very good today, Jack." She sat me down on the bed, and took a real serious tone. "I am so proud you didn't cheat on me. Really. Because you would have got away with it. And I don't want to change our monogamous lifestyle. But...."
She paused again. I had no fucking idea what was coming...
"...Terry came to me and basically asked me permission to have sex with you, in a forthright and respectable manner."