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I made a spur of the moment trip up to Denton, Tx  

SilyconBond 53M
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2/1/2021 7:56 pm

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I made a spur of the moment trip up to Denton, Tx


My friend, Dave, was spending a week there because his mother was in the hospital. I convinced my other friend, Jay, that we could spend time with him on Friday and Saturday when he wasn’t at the hospital visiting his Mom. COVID restricted his visiting time but gave us more time with him.

We were lucky get hotel rooms. On Friday, after I arrived, Dave was at the hospital and I went out dinner with Jay. Pretty normal laughing and telling of experiences since we last saw each other over a year ago. It took over an hour to get a seat, and our stories got more outrageous as time went by. This was before we had anything to drink before us.

When the waitress finally showed, I could not believe how high energy our conversations had elevated. He and I are pretty expressive and the people at tables around us were watching us. When she came to our table, he froze, literally. She was young, pretty, but nothing I had not been around before. Even he had been around girls like her before. Twenty ago, it was her type we tried entice. When she left with the drink order I asked him, “What’s the matter? You were very shy, it's not like you.”
“It’s been a couple of since I even touched a woman, and I feel so .” He said.
“Jay, you are only a year younger than . We both have greying hair now, not a big deal. If anything, it’s a plus.” I said.
“It’s not the same now. Women are different. I’m different.” He said.
“When she comes back, tell her of that sleepwalking thing that happened you. I’ll think of an opener for it. Then you slide it in, and I’ll build you up, easy peasy.” I said.
“It’s an story.” He said.
“It’s a funny one. If she doesn’t laugh, I will.” I said.

It had taken so long to get a table, and finally, get someone to wait on us, the restaurant was starting to get slower, fast. Odd, for a Friday night. She came back with our drinks, and she looked exhausted. So I led with that… “Wow, you sure were busy tonight, and you must be as tired as my friend here was when he found out he was sleepwalking. Jay, how did that happen again?”
So, he told his story, and after twenty of building on it, embellishing it, polishing it, it was fucking awesome. It was over in less than minutes. She laughed, and went away without taking our order…WTF? It didn’t matter it was a funny story.

“I think that was a win,” I said to him.
“She just walked off.” He said.
“She laughed as she did it. She looks tired, and look, those tables are leaving, hers I thin” I said. He watched her and I just didn’t care.
She came back, ask us a dozen questions, then took our order. Jay always gave an honest, direct answer. I deflected everything because it sounded like a job interview. She remembered to take our order at least.
After she left, “What the hell are you doing?” I asked him.
“Just answering her questions.” He said.
“Look, you have a lot to be proud of, but she is a stranger. You don’t just give out those types of answers unless you know them better. The way you described yourself is borderline rich, and I’m not sure that advertising that is good for you.”
“She doesn’t know that.” He said.
“You have a private plane, you travel to other countries four or five times a year, you own your own business. To a college , that appears as higher status. She works here…for tips. Be friendly, but you don’t know her.” I emphasized.

“She can hear you. She’s standing at the table behind you picking up the dishes.” He said.
I turned around and winked at her. She had a predatory look on her face with a half-smile. I took a deep breath and leaned in close to him over the table and whispered some cautionary words. He appeared to understand.
The food finally came out. It looked good, and we dug in, after all, we had waited hours for it. As our chewing got slower, once again, our waitress shows up, “Would you guys like anything?” She asks.
“I’d like another beer,” Jay says and I respond with “World peace, but I’d settle for my neighbors not yelling at each other after they drink too much,” I said.
She didn’t crack a smile. “Wow, you must be exhausted, that was at least mildly entertaining..” I said.
“I’ve been here since ten-thirty this morning, and I have to close tonight.” She said.
“We should probably leave shortly, then. “ I said.
“It’s ok, but if you really want to help out, finish eating and move over the bar and order another round of drinks. That way my station can be cleaned faster.” She said.

“What’s in it for us?” I asked.
“In it for you? What do you want?” She asks, squinting her eyes. I took her pen from her apron and wrote on a napkin a phone number, handed it to her. “My next-door neighbor, Tim. Call him and tell him I am out of town so he can return my lawnmower on Sunday afternoon.”
“You could him yourself.” She argues.
I pull out my cell, scroll the messages and the five I sent him. “I did, but the guy refuses answer a . Do you see any replies from him? You asked. That’s my price.” I said.
Jay is laughing at us. call my bluff, she uses my cell call him. He answers on the first ring. “Hello. It’s ten o’cloc You know I have get up early. This had better be important or so help I will beat you with that damn wind chime.”
Then she talks, explains who she is, and what she is doing. Tim’s tone becomes a lot less hostile towards her than he would to me calling this late. He’s a good man, just really rigid. She hangs up, places my cell in her apron, and walks off. Jay just laughs at her actually doing it.
“I think she just stole my cell,” I said.
“Yeah, it looks that way. Maybe she forgot it wasn’t hers? She didn’t leave the check either. She’ll be bac” He said.
“Man, I’m tired, when she gets back with the chec You go the bar, order another drin Maybe you can spend a few minutes talking her without around. I’ll walk back the hotel.” I tell him.
She did come back with the chec I held out my hand for my cell. “Oh yeah, I’m so sorry.” She said smiling. Then she held out her hand. I reluctantly gave back her pen, after I chewed on the pen cap so my teeth marks were clearly visible. It was a pen from my hotel anyway. For such a nice place, they couldn't give out pens with the restaurant’s name on them? Jeeze. Jay paid the chec I left.

I slept very well that night, relaxed. Woke up at six, went downstairs get coffee, Jay was already there drinking one. Dave wouldn’t meet us for breakfast till eight.
He told me she did talk to him for almost twenty minutes after I left at the bar. I was very happy for him, but it didn’t go anywhere because she was tired. He told me I had a lucky room. I didn’t understand the reference, and I needed to finish that cup before I could think about what he was telling me. I’m not a good listener before my first cup.
The day went well. We ate with Dave and his brother breakfast, and they left for the hospital. Jay and I just talked most of the day, reliving our high school, reliving the past thirty . We went another nearby restaurant the hotel so we wouldn’t have drive, met Dave and this time his sister for lunch.

We gathered in my room afterward, just talked, shared experiences. I had so much fun during this time. We ate at another restaurant for dinner, then went back the hotel. I went shopping for a laptop charger, giving Jay time alone with Dave. Ironically, I stumbled into a wedding reception in the hotel dining area on my way back…and I mingled with the group. They shared some of the wedding cake with me, and I got the great grandmother to tell me about her grandkids, all seventeen of them. I went up to my room when the party seemed over. The father of the bride gave me his business card. Never met the bride and groom, they were already on their way to San Antonio.
In my room, I had just put my bag down on the table with my new laptop charger when someone knocked on my door. I really thought it was Jay or Dave, so I just opened it wide. The waitress from the night before was standing there, carrying a backpack and holding plastic shopping bags.
She sighed, and walked into my room. I looked into the hallway, both ways. It wasn’t either of those guys. I closed the door, turned around and she tentatively handed a plastic bag with something in it. I took it, still confused.
“Can I take a shower?” She asks finally.
I nodded. I’m was still not understanding why she was here. The scene didn’t make sense. I was wracking my brain trying to remember if I even told her I was staying at this hotel. I was tired yesterday, and not in my best form.
She went to the other room where the bed was, and placed the other bag on the bed, then went into my bathroom, closing the door.
I looked in the bag I was holding. A box of twelve condoms and tea candles. I thought absently, was she in my room prepare have sex with Jay? Why do this? Why give this? She gave them . I have no idea how long I stared at that stupid box in the bag. Then it hit .
It took less than seconds get undressed. I walked into the bathroom just as she turned on the water. She was already nude. She jumped and turned away from .
I lightly stroked her back with a finger, going down her spine. “I’m not ready.” She says.
“It’s o I needed a shower too.” I said, and this time traced ‘S’ patterns on her back with fingers. I can’t see her face. She gets into the shower. I follow.
“Maybe you should turn out the light.” She says.
“The light? Not yet,” I said and start kissing her neck as soft as I can moving an inch lower each time towards her left shoulder.
“It’s just that…” She says. I turn her around, and she backs up in the shower, arm’s length away. She holds her hand over her chest between her breasts. She could have just gotten out, yet she stayed in, and she is hiding something under that hand. A tattoo? A birthmark? Why hide what’s between those pretty breasts of hers? They were nothing to be ashamed of, and she didn’t mind me seeing them.
I reach out to her and stroked her hand from her middle finger to her wrist. I could feel her relaxing since I didn’t force that hand to move. I looked into her eyes, “I want to see it.” I said softly.
She lowers her hand and there is a scar that is a line with holes to either side of the line. She is watching my face. “Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Not anymore. It’s ugly.” She says. I must admit, it’s not a compliment to the rest of her body, but it was just a scar to me. I have a few of those myself. Not in that place, or that jagged. I’ve been in this type of situation before, and last time…I fucked it up. That girl had a scar on her face and I blatantly told her, “It doesn’t bother me.” Yet, to her, I guess it did. I was being sincere. I wish I had asked someone for the correct response for that time. I was in shock the relationship didn’t flourish then. We had gotten along so well. My sense of humor was hard on her.

“If you want, I can turn out the light, but I don’t need to,” I said.
She turned her head away from me. I stepped up to her. “You know what girls get that surprise me in my hotel room and are naked with me in the shower?” I whispered.
“What?” She said.
“They get kissed,” I said and went in for one as she turned her head back towards me.
As we kissed, I brought her into a hug and stroked her hair. I pulled her into the shower spray with me, picked up the bar of soap, and started washing her.
I stroked, caressed, kissed, and mostly teased her in the shower. She kept trying to grab at my dick, but I wouldn’t let her touch it until it needed to be washed. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would have finished me off in the shower. We got more playful as the water washed over us. I really enjoyed seeing her laugh and smile. Once in a while, she would snort-laugh.

We dried each other off and the sexual tension was really high between us. When we left the bathroom, she looked around. “You didn’t light the candles?”
“I don’t have a lighter,” I said.
“It was in the bag.” She said.
“I didn’t see a lighter in the bag with the candles. Just a box of condoms.” I said.
She ran to the bed, poured out the contents. About eight tea candles and a lighter spilled on the bed.
“So that’s why. I gave you the wrong fucking bag.” She said and laughed.
“I thought it was the right bag. The first time a girl has walked into my hotel room and handed me a box of condoms right away.”
“I had this all planned out, and I fucked it because you made me nervous since you didn’t say anything as I walked in. You were supposed to light the candles while I took a shower and I would wear my lingerie that hid my scar.”

I laughed and picked up the lighter and a couple candles.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Lighting the candles. Quick, go put your lingerie on.” I said and lit one and placed it next to the bed on the nightstand.
“I’m already naked. You ruined everything by not knowing what I was thinking.” She said.
“Hold that thought,” I said as I lit another candle.
She stood with her hands on her hips. I left the bedroom and went to the other room and put on my shirt, then my shorts. I left the underwear on the floor with my socks. I picked up the bag with the condoms. She had come into the same room. I nodded, then I left the hotel room. I heard her say, “What…” Then the door closed behind me as I stepped into the hallway.

I turned around to look at the door, waited a few seconds, then knocked on the door.
She tentatively opened the door. “Special delivery,” I said.
She looked at me confused through the crack of the door. “I didn’t order anything.” She said. I pretended to read my palm. “Says here, you did. Can you sign for your package? I have other deliveries to make tonight ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” She said as she opened the door to let me in.
I held out the bag towards her at arm’s length. She took hold of it, and I pulled her close and tickled her underarm. She squealed, then hit me with the bag. “Ooof! Run away! She has a weapon!” I said as I playfully ran past her into the bedroom. I pretended to be looking for a hiding spot and ducked down behind the bed. She closed the door as she came into the room.

She turned out the lights. The lights of the candles barely gave off any light at all, but it added a calmness to the room. I peeked above the bed. She crawled to me, like a panther, dragging that bag with her on the bed.
Like a viper, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up so I could face her. “You know what happens to boys that tickle me?”
“They get their dick sucked?” I said seriously.
She laughed and kissed me. It was all downhill from there. She was more aggressive than I would have thought at the restaurant. I lost my clothes and I didn’t get my dick sucked as she forced a condom on me. Jeeze. She broke the first one in her haste. Some women have no patience.

A while later, well, a lot of whiles later, “I thought you were interested in Jay.” I said as she played with the hair around my nipple.
“I might have been, had you not oversold him. He’s a sweet guy. We talked last night, but he is more of a Dad than my own Dad.” She said.
“How did know which room I was in?” I asked.
“I left your cell unlocked after the call and read your texts. No one’s ever done that to me.” She said.
“Done what?” I asked, thinking.
“Stole my pen right off me. Oh, I was so pissed at you. I took your cell in the back and snooped into your messages. Right there, to Jay, you gave him your room number. Who are those other girls?” She asked.
"Wait a second? You read my messages?” I asked.
“Only a few. I thought you might make a scene so I wanted to be quic I gave your cell back, anyways. The girls?” She said.

“I gave your pen back,” I said sarcastically. She pulled one of my hairs on my chest out. “Ouch!” I said.
“You didn’t need that one. We’re even now.” She said.
“Even? Is this some weird voodoo woman logic? How are we even?” I asked.
“You orgasmed, so the rest is irrelevant.” She said.
“Oh hell no. My orgasms does not match the six you had. What are you doing?” I said as she started tapping her fingers on my chest.
“Hush, counting.” She said and finished her tapping. “It was more than that I think, but it all blurred together. I was so caught up in the moment I lost track, really. Can you count earlier as making amends if I apologize? Please?” She said sweetly.
“It has to be sincere, and I do apologize for taking your pen. It was just there, and I was caught up in the moment. Now that I think about it, I could have really inconvenienced you performing your job. I wouldn’t want that for anyone.” I said.

She said nothing. The silence dragged on. “Can I sleep here tonight with you?” She asked.
“Yes, I would like that,” I said.

I got my apology a few hours later.

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SilyconBond 53M
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2/1/2021 7:57 pm

My friend, Dave, was spending a week there because his mother was in the hospital. I convinced my other friend, Jay, that we could spend time with him on Friday and Saturday when he wasn’t at the hospital visiting his Mom. COVID restricted his visiting time but gave us more time with him.

We were lucky to get hotel rooms. On Friday, after I arrived, Dave was at the hospital and I went out to dinner with Jay. Pretty normal laughing and telling of experiences since we last saw each other over a year ago. It took over an hour to get a seat, and our stories got more outrageous as time went by. This was before we had anything to drink before us.

When the waitress finally showed, I could not believe how high energy our conversations had elevated. He and I are pretty expressive and the people at tables around us were watching us. When she came to our table, he froze, literally. She was young, pretty, but nothing I had not been around before. Even he had been around girls like her before. Twenty years ago, it was her type we tried to entice. When she left with the drink order I asked him, “What’s the matter? You were very shy, it's not like you.”
“It’s been a couple of years since I even touched a woman, and I feel so old.” He said.
“Jay, you are only a year younger than me. We both have greying hair now, not a big deal. If anything, it’s a plus.” I said.
“It’s not the same now. Women are different. I’m different.” He said.
“When she comes back, tell her of that sleepwalking thing that happened to you. I’ll think of an opener for it. Then you slide it in, and I’ll build you up, easy peasy.” I said.
“It’s an old story.” He said.
“It’s a funny one. If she doesn’t laugh, I will.” I said.

It had taken so long to get a table, and finally, get someone to wait on us, the restaurant was starting to get slower, fast. Odd, for a Friday night. She came back with our drinks, and she looked exhausted. So I led with that… “Wow, you sure were busy tonight, and you must be as tired as my friend here was when he found out he was sleepwalking. Jay, how did that happen again?”
So, he told his story, and after twenty years of building on it, embellishing it, polishing it, it was fucking awesome. It was over in less than three minutes. She laughed, and went away without taking our order…WTF? It didn’t matter it was a funny story.

“I think that was a win,” I said to him.
“She just walked off.” He said.
“She laughed as she did it. She looks tired, and look, those two tables are leaving, hers I think.” I said. He watched her and I just didn’t care.
She came back, ask us a dozen questions, then took our order. Jay always gave an honest, direct answer. I deflected everything because it sounded like a job interview. She remembered to take our order at least.
After she left, “What the hell are you doing?” I asked him.
“Just answering her questions.” He said.
“Look, you have a lot to be proud of, but she is a stranger. You don’t just give out those types of answers unless you know them better. The way you described yourself is borderline rich, and I’m not sure that advertising that is good for you.”
“She doesn’t know that.” He said.
“You have a private plane, you travel to other countries four or five times a year, you own your own business. To a college kid, that appears as higher status. She works here…for tips. Be friendly, but you don’t know her.” I emphasized.

“She can hear you. She’s standing at the table behind you picking up the dishes.” He said.
I turned around and winked at her. She had a predatory look on her face with a half-smile. I took a deep breath and leaned in close to him over the table and whispered some cautionary words. He appeared to understand.
The food finally came out. It looked good, and we dug in, after all, we had waited two hours for it. As our chewing got slower, once again, our waitress shows up, “Would you guys like anything?” She asks.
“I’d like another beer,” Jay says and I respond with “World peace, but I’d settle for my neighbors not yelling at each other after they drink too much,” I said.
She didn’t crack a smile. “Wow, you must be exhausted, that was at least mildly entertaining..” I said.
“I’ve been here since ten-thirty this morning, and I have to close tonight.” She said.
“We should probably leave shortly, then. “ I said.
“It’s ok, but if you really want to help me out, finish eating and move over to the bar and order another round of drinks. That way my station can be cleaned faster.” She said.

“What’s in it for us?” I asked.
“In it for you? What do you want?” She asks, squinting her eyes. I took her pen from her apron and wrote on a napkin a phone number, handed it to her. “My next-door neighbor, Tim. Call him and tell him I am out of town so he can return my lawnmower on Sunday afternoon.”
“You could text him yourself.” She argues.
I pull out my cell, scroll to the text messages and the five I sent him. “I did, but the guy refuses to answer a text. Do you see any replies from him? You asked. That’s my price.” I said.
Jay is laughing at us. To call my bluff, she uses my cell to call him. He answers on the first ring. “Hello. It’s ten o’clock. You know I have to get up early. This had better be important or so help me I will beat you with that damn wind chime.”
Then she talks, explains who she is, and what she is doing. Tim’s tone becomes a lot less hostile towards her than he would to me calling this late. He’s a good man, just really rigid. She hangs up, places my cell in her apron, and walks off. Jay just laughs at her actually doing it.
“I think she just stole my cell,” I said.
“Yeah, it looks that way. Maybe she forgot it wasn’t hers? She didn’t leave the check either. She’ll be back.” He said.
“Man, I’m tired, when she gets back with the check. You go to the bar, order another drink. Maybe you can spend a few minutes talking to her without me around. I’ll walk back to the hotel.” I tell him.
She did come back with the check. I held out my hand for my cell. “Oh yeah, I’m so sorry.” She said smiling. Then she held out her hand. I reluctantly gave back her pen, after I chewed on the pen cap so my teeth marks were clearly visible. It was a pen from my hotel anyway. For such a nice place, they couldn't give out pens with the restaurant’s name on them? Jeeze. Jay paid the check. I left.

I slept very well that night, relaxed. Woke up at six, went downstairs to get coffee, Jay was already there drinking one. Dave wouldn’t meet us for breakfast till eight.
He told me she did talk to him for almost twenty minutes after I left at the bar. I was very happy for him, but it didn’t go anywhere because she was tired. He told me I had a lucky room. I didn’t understand the reference, and I needed to finish that cup before I could think about what he was telling me. I’m not a good listener before my first cup.
The day went well. We ate with Dave and his brother breakfast, and they left for the hospital. Jay and I just talked most of the day, reliving our high school, reliving the past thirty years. We went to another nearby restaurant to the hotel so we wouldn’t have to drive, met Dave and this time his sister for lunch.

We gathered in my room afterward, just talked, shared experiences. I had so much fun during this time. We ate at another restaurant for dinner, then went back to the hotel. I went shopping for a laptop charger, giving Jay time alone with Dave. Ironically, I stumbled into a wedding reception in the hotel dining area on my way back…and I mingled with the group. They shared some of the wedding cake with me, and I got the great grandmother to tell me about her grandkids, all seventeen of them. I went up to my room when the party seemed over. The father of the bride gave me his business card. Never met the bride and groom, they were already on their way to San Antonio.
In my room, I had just put my bag down on the table with my new laptop charger when someone knocked on my door. I really thought it was Jay or Dave, so I just opened it wide. The waitress from the night before was standing there, carrying a backpack and holding two plastic shopping bags.
She sighed, and walked into my room. I looked into the hallway, both ways. It wasn’t either of those guys. I closed the door, turned around and she tentatively handed me a plastic bag with something in it. I took it, still confused.
“Can I take a shower?” She asks finally.
I nodded. I’m was still not understanding why she was here. The scene didn’t make sense. I was wracking my brain trying to remember if I even told her I was staying at this hotel. I was tired yesterday, and not in my best form.
She went to the other room where the bed was, and placed the other bag on the bed, then went into my bathroom, closing the door.
I looked in the bag I was holding. A box of twelve condoms and two tea candles. I thought absently, was she in my room to prepare to have sex with Jay? Why do this? Why give me this? She gave them to me. I have no idea how long I stared at that stupid box in the bag. Then it hit me.
It took me less than two seconds to get undressed. I walked into the bathroom just as she turned on the water. She was already nude. She jumped and turned away from me.
I lightly stroked her back with a finger, going down her spine. “I’m not ready.” She says.
“It’s ok. I needed a shower too.” I said, and this time traced ‘S’ patterns on her back with two fingers. I can’t see her face. She gets into the shower. I follow.
“Maybe you should turn out the light.” She says.
“The light? Not yet,” I said and start kissing her neck as soft as I can moving an inch lower each time towards her left shoulder.
“It’s just that…” She says. I turn her around, and she backs up in the shower, arm’s length away. She holds her hand over her chest between her breasts. She could have just gotten out, yet she stayed in, and she is hiding something under that hand. A tattoo? A birthmark? Why hide what’s between those pretty breasts of hers? They were nothing to be ashamed of, and she didn’t mind me seeing them.
I reach out to her and stroked her hand from her middle finger to her wrist. I could feel her relaxing since I didn’t force that hand to move. I looked into her eyes, “I want to see it.” I said softly.
She lowers her hand and there is a scar that is a line with holes to either side of the line. She is watching my face. “Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Not anymore. It’s ugly.” She says. I must admit, it’s not a compliment to the rest of her body, but it was just a scar to me. I have a few of those myself. Not in that place, or that jagged. I’ve been in this type of situation before, and last time…I fucked it up. That girl had a scar on her face and I blatantly told her, “It doesn’t bother me.” Yet, to her, I guess it did. I was being sincere. I wish I had asked someone for the correct response for that time. I was in shock the relationship didn’t flourish then. We had gotten along so well. My sense of humor was hard on her.

“If you want, I can turn out the light, but I don’t need to,” I said.
She turned her head away from me. I stepped up to her. “You know what girls get that surprise me in my hotel room and are naked with me in the shower?” I whispered.
“What?” She said.
“They get kissed,” I said and went in for one as she turned her head back towards me.
As we kissed, I brought her into a hug and stroked her hair. I pulled her into the shower spray with me, picked up the bar of soap, and started washing her.
I stroked, caressed, kissed, and mostly teased her in the shower. She kept trying to grab at my dick, but I wouldn’t let her touch it until it needed to be washed. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would have finished me off in the shower. We got more playful as the water washed over us. I really enjoyed seeing her laugh and smile. Once in a while, she would snort-laugh.

We dried each other off and the sexual tension was really high between us. When we left the bathroom, she looked around. “You didn’t light the candles?”
“I don’t have a lighter,” I said.
“It was in the bag.” She said.
“I didn’t see a lighter in the bag with the candles. Just a box of condoms.” I said.
She ran to the bed, poured out the contents. About eight tea candles and a lighter spilled on the bed.
“So that’s why. I gave you the wrong fucking bag.” She said and laughed.
“I thought it was the right bag. The first time a girl has walked into my hotel room and handed me a box of condoms right away.”
“I had this all planned out, and I fucked it because you made me nervous since you didn’t say anything as I walked in. You were supposed to light the candles while I took a shower and I would wear my lingerie that hid my scar.”

I laughed and picked up the lighter and a couple candles.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Lighting the candles. Quick, go put your lingerie on.” I said and lit one and placed it next to the bed on the nightstand.
“I’m already naked. You ruined everything by not knowing what I was thinking.” She said.
“Hold that thought,” I said as I lit another candle.
She stood with her hands on her hips. I left the bedroom and went to the other room and put on my shirt, then my shorts. I left the underwear on the floor with my socks. I picked up the bag with the condoms. She had come into the same room. I nodded, then I left the hotel room. I heard her say, “What…” Then the door closed behind me as I stepped into the hallway.

I turned around to look at the door, waited a few seconds, then knocked on the door.
She tentatively opened the door. “Special delivery,” I said.
She looked at me confused through the crack of the door. “I didn’t order anything.” She said. I pretended to read my palm. “Says here, you did. Can you sign for your package? I have other deliveries to make tonight ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” She said as she opened the door to let me in.
I held out the bag towards her at arm’s length. She took hold of it, and I pulled her close and tickled her underarm. She squealed, then hit me with the bag. “Ooof! Run away! She has a weapon!” I said as I playfully ran past her into the bedroom. I pretended to be looking for a hiding spot and ducked down behind the bed. She closed the door as she came into the room.

She turned out the lights. The lights of the candles barely gave off any light at all, but it added a calmness to the room. I peeked above the bed. She crawled to me, like a panther, dragging that bag with her on the bed.
Like a viper, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me up so I could face her. “You know what happens to boys that tickle me?”
“They get their dick sucked?” I said seriously.
She laughed and kissed me. It was all downhill from there. She was more aggressive than I would have thought at the restaurant. I lost my clothes and I didn’t get my dick sucked as she forced a condom on me. Jeeze. She broke the first one in her haste. Some women have no patience.

A while later, well, a lot of whiles later, “I thought you were interested in Jay.” I said as she played with the hair around my nipple.
“I might have been, had you not oversold him. He’s a sweet guy. We talked last night, but he is more of a Dad than my own Dad.” She said.
“How did know which room I was in?” I asked.
“I left your cell unlocked after the call and read your texts. No one’s ever done that to me.” She said.
“Done what?” I asked, thinking.
“Stole my pen right off me. Oh, I was so pissed at you. I took your cell in the back and snooped into your messages. Right there, to Jay, you gave him your room number. Who are those other girls?” She asked.
"Wait a second? You read my messages?” I asked.
“Only a few. I thought you might make a scene so I wanted to be quick. I gave your cell back, anyways. The girls?” She said.

“I gave your pen back,” I said sarcastically. She pulled one of my hairs on my chest out. “Ouch!” I said.
“You didn’t need that one. We’re even now.” She said.
“Even? Is this some weird voodoo woman logic? How are we even?” I asked.
“You orgasmed, so the rest is irrelevant.” She said.
“Oh hell no. My two orgasms does not match the six you had. What are you doing?” I said as she started tapping her fingers on my chest.
“Hush, counting.” She said and finished her tapping. “It was more than that I think, but it all blurred together. I was so caught up in the moment I lost track, really. Can you count earlier as making amends if I apologize? Please?” She said sweetly.
“It has to be sincere, and I do apologize for taking your pen. It was just there, and I was caught up in the moment. Now that I think about it, I could have really inconvenienced you performing your job. I wouldn’t want that for anyone.” I said.

She said nothing. The silence dragged on. “Can I sleep here tonight with you?” She asked.
“Yes, I would like that,” I said.

I got my apology a few hours later.

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