"It happened," I said into the phone softly.
"What happened?" She responded.
"She knows."
Silence, for what seemed like forever. "So what now?" She asked. I couldn't read her body language over the phone.
I wasn't sure. "She's gone," I said, matter-of-factly.
"Gone gone?" She questioned quickly.
"I guess. We had a fight, she told me she suspected me, I fessed up." Truth be told, I must not have been as sneaky about it as I thought. "She said 'we're done' and then she left." I suppose there were some more gory details, but I didn't need to get into them at this time, 10:15 on a Wednesday night.
"So are we still on for Saturday, then?" She asked, seemingly unsure. I responded affirmatively, and the rest of our conversation was normal, as if nothing had changed.
But of course, everything had changed. My relationship with Maria hadn't changed at all, but it had changed immensely at the same time. While I was disappointed on the surface to have suffered this breakup, I felt intrigued and excited about spending more time with Maria. We still lived an hour apart, and her kids still had no idea that I exist, but those facts were beside the point at the time. We hung up at the end of the conversation and I sat in awkward silence. I don't think I slept much that night, or the next two, as Saturday approached.
I felt even more nervous and flustered as I made the drive to her town on Saturday afternoon. I knew she was going to push to determine our relationship status, and I didn't really want to discuss it at this time. I bided my time with some music, and I was outside her house seemingly just a few minutes later. I checked my watch and rang the bell. 4:17 PM. Hotel check-in started at 4, dinner wasn't until 6.
She answered the door with a smile. She looked pretty, as she usually did. She wore a simple cute red flower-print dress, knee-length, with short heels. Her straight hair continued to look darker every time I saw her, as the blonde dye had begun to fade and her brown roots showed through. She had cut her hair in the past few weeks, wearing it now shoulder-length. She wore dark mascara, accenting her pretty hazel eyes. We kissed, and I could immediately tell that things were different.
We drove to the hotel, not far away, and headed into the lobby for check-in. She held my hand, a new development in our relationship, and I suspected that to outsiders that we looked like a longtime couple despite the obvious age difference between us.
The clock ticked past 5 PM as we got to the room, a nice 7th floor room with a little view out into downtown. She stood overlooking the city as I put my bag down next to the bed and sidled up next to her. And like that, it was on, as we began to kiss passionately.
I hustled to the door and locked it, tossing the "Do Not Disturb" tag on the door as well for good measure. I got back to the king bed to find her out of her dress and bra-less, her 36D breasts teasing me as I began to undress next to her and hopped into the bed.
We kissed momentarily, and she nodded. She was ready, and I wasted no time. She giggled as I tugged off her pink panties and tossed them to the floor -- she was already soaked, her hair nicely trimmed low for me. I entered without giving it a second thought and without any significant foreplay, my fully hard cock sliding into her open pussy effortlessly. She pulled me close as we began to fuck, kissing hard.
"Fuck me," she moaned in my ear. "Fuck me like you wished you could fuck her." That was music to my ears, though I had instantaneous flashbacks of my girlfriend. But that was over now, and within a second or two I turned my focus back to Maria. I cradled her body and lifted her legs, putting them together, both rested on my right shoulder. I stroked deep inside of her, and her legs shook as she moaned. I spun her onto her side, legs still together as I fucked, her soaked hole encompassing my cock. I eyed her thick ass and gave it a smack, prompting a little yelp as we continued to play.
"I'm saving that for later," I crooned, running my hand along her ass. She moaned. The dirty talk began -- I can't recall all of it, but her filthy switch had flipped. Things were right in the world as we rolled around in the bed, switching positions, jostling, whispering disgustingly filthy things to each other, knowing that our evening plans were even filthier.
I didn't want to waste much time or energy, and I think she could tell. She could sense as I approached climax; we had gotten to the point where we could recognize each other's signals, and she egged me on, begging for me to finish inside her. And I did, loving each deep stroke as we finally had shared our first non-illicit sexual moment.
We lay in the bed for a few minutes without saying much before deciding to get ready for dinner. She headed to the bathroom with her makeup and outfit, and I dressed in the bedroom, flipping through the television channels as I sat. I looked good, I thought -- a nice pair of jeans, brown shoes, v-neck t shirt.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, looking phenomenal as well. She wore tight dark blue jeans and a silver blouse, accentuating her curves. The top buttons of her blouse were teased open, and I could spy a little bit of cleavage from her tantalizing 36Ds. We headed out from the hotel and down the street, making our first true public appearance -- though neither of us really knew anyone here. It was liberating, and I held her hand as we walked. Some people did give us looks, but most people went about their day as normal. I suppose we did look to have an age difference, her 39 to my 27, but it wasn't as abnormal as it used to be.
Dinner was fun, albeit a bit awkward. It was akin to taking someone out on a first date, only you've known them for years inside and out. It felt weird to have a normal relationship with Maria rather than a hidden private one. Dinner and drinks went off without a hitch, and I checked my watch as we headed back to the hotel around 9. Everything had gone well, plenty of small talk without a "defining the relationship" talk, which I was dreading. We kissed and walked, and as we got into the hotel room, she picked up her cell phone.
I sat on the bed and loosened up as I heard her murmuring on the phone in the bathroom. I reached over and into the cooler I had brought and cracked a beer, taking a swig and realizing that I had become a little bit intoxicated over the course of our evening. But I was feeling good, and I felt even better when she came out of the bathroom and smiled to tell me that we were a go. "Twenty minutes," she said, grabbing a beer and hopping into bed next to me.
I put my arm around her and we flipped the channels, from baseball to cable news to bad TV dramas. Neither of us was really too keen on the TV though, as our hands fidgeted across each other's bodies as we waited and kissed. She tasted like wine, clearly intoxicated from our dinner. It was ok, I thought, and probably for the best as she'd need her inhibitions lowered for the double penetration.
My eyes flashed to the duffel bag across the room -- we should be all set, I thought to myself as I heard a knock on the door. She looked up at me with a smile, and I nodded as she headed to the door. I heard the door click open and she welcomed the visitors into the room. They walked in casually as I stood to greet them -- Evan and David smiled and greeted me with a firm handshake, happy to see me again after our first encounter last month.
Not surprisingly, they didn't need much coaxing to come back, and Maria had seemed to enjoy each of them. She must have had a thing for younger men, I thought to myself as I tried to guess Evan's age once again.
A third man entered the room behind them carrying a large bag, and introduced himself to me as Nick. He stood approximately 5'10", thin, dark hair, and couldn't have been much older than me. I asked the men for their papers, feeling like some kind of odd pervert, and David fished them out of his jacket as Nick began to rummage through the bag.
