Anyhow, I was already comfortably camped in my hotel room after having dinner with the clients on my own. Boss arrived after I returned and called to let me know he was in town. We’re arguing now, good-naturedly, about how we came to be sitting in the bar. He maintains it was my idea. I maintain that I had on my fuzzy slippers and was carefully examining the television lineup for the evening while I was plucking my eyebrows.

Maybe I go to the bar to buy another round. While I am leaning on my elbows on the bar, I feel a hand on my ass. Not just on my ass. Practically in my ass, sliding between cheeks like it’s hunting for my thong. Except I’m not wearing any underwear. And now we both know it.

Or maybe he goes to buy another round. I go to the ladies room to pee. It’s down a long hallway at the back of the bar. Sort of dark and narrow. Like a lot of places I knew from college, it has lots of graffiti on the stall walls (and this is in the ladies’) and condoms in the vending machines. On a whim, I buy a glow-in-the-dark condom and drop it in my purse. When I open the door to the hallway, I walk right into him.

“Oh. You startled me,” I say, thinking “Huh? What are you doing here?”

He has his hands on the wall, on either side of my head. I guess you could say I’m trapped there, but you can’t trap the willing. His knee slides between my thighs, pushing me against the wall. I feel myself get wet.

“Okay.” I say. We could do it here. He could hold me up and lean me against the wall here. I don’t think many people will be wandering back here. It’s still early. The bar is almost empty. And if they did, they probably wouldn’t stay.

Or I could lean over the beer cooler and pull my dress up. He could fuck me from behind right here. I sort of like that idea.

But, even though all of this is fantasy, the practical matter is that I’m not sure how to get the condom out of my purse and onto its rightful place while we are leaning against the wall or the cooler.

“My room.” I say. “Now. Pay the tab. Meet me there.”

I walk out quickly. Okay. This is nuts. Here’s the graceful way out. He’s not going to show. I’ll just take a cold shower and things will be a little awkward tomorrow, but he can’t be mad because I didn’t turn him down so we’ll all get over it and maybe laugh about it later. He’s married. I’m married. Problem solved.

By now I am out of breath. My throat is burning because I am half walking, half running down the street. I can’t tell if the adrenaline and excitement of the encounter is making me run away or hurry towards.

My neck and forehead are sweaty where my hair lies on my skin. I’m in the elevator now, unable to stand still. Shaking my hands and saying, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” I can’t get the key card to open the door to my room. The light is supposed to turn green and I keep banging the handle and throwing my shoulder against the door because I’m expecting it to open. Finally it does and I spill into the room and slam it shut behind me.

It’s dark. I’m going to sit here with my back to the door and leave the lights off and if he shows up I’ll pretend I’m not here. But my heart is pounding so hard I can’t believe he can’t hear it out in the hallway.

It’s dark and I’m sweating and my clothes are starting to feel itchy and wet. My head feels funny—sort of tight across my forehead like it’s going to explode. I’m sweating, but my fingers have gone cold.

There’s a knock at the door. I feel it all along my spine because I’m leaning against the door. I jump, yelp, crack up, fall over sideways laughing like a teenager. Now he knows I’m a loser. He had to hear me, and now he’s going to go away because I am just too weird to deal with.

But he doesn’t. He says my name, softly, in the hallway, and I jump up, open the door, and he falls in, onto me, and he kicks the door closed, and it’s dark and we sort of fall over on top of each other in a heap on the floor.

My arms have started to get tingly. The lights are still off and I can’t really tell what’s what.

“Hey.” He says. “Are you okay?”

“This is silly.” I answer. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

Oh God, don’t make me look like a fool. We are here for no-commitment, no-complication sex, right? Don’t make me say it. I’ll be factual and cold and kill the mood or embarrass us both or offend him and I’m going to get fired and how am I ever going to explain that?

Gee honey, I guess I was a cock-tease, but then I backed out, so he thought I was psycho, but I thought he would think I was a slut, so either way it’s bad, right? But I’ll look at those want ads right away.

But now his hand has found my hair, the back of my head, and he pulls me to his mouth and kisses me and it’s warm and wet and just right and I feel that electric rush between my legs when I know I’m turned on and ready to go and it sort of aches and I can feel my heart beat all over my body.

Still kissing him, I climb up on my knees so I’m sitting on his lap, one leg on either side of his. I unbutton the front of my dress and take his hand from my neck and put it on my breast. He squeezes it and then lifts if out of my bra. His mouth moves away from my mouth and down the front of me until he has the nipple in his mouth, in his teeth, and I feel a pull that makes me want him inside me.

I rise up on my knees a little, so he won’t have to bend down so far to reach, and his hands slide around my sides, down my back, and settle on either cheek of my ass. His fingers pulling slightly, I feel myself opening. I think it must be all pink and glistening, slippery and warm there. It would feel really good to him to have his cock in there.

I undo his belt buckle, jeans button, zipper. He wiggles out of his jeans and I don’t know if they are boxers or briefs but they’re gone and he’s smooth and warm and hard between my thighs. I rise up a little more so I can settle down again on him. He slides in deep, and I catch my breath. He’s rising up to meet me while I’m coming down hard because it feels so good to rub against him.

He puts his fingers in my mouth and I suck on them like they’re his cock. Sliding my mouth down slowly, sucking hard, and slowly sliding them out of my mouth. I lick the ends. He takes one wet hand and reaches behind me. Where his hard cock has me slit wide open I am wet, and the juice runs down my thighs. He finds this with his already wet fingers, slides them around. He can feel himself moving in me and out, I am sure. The thought makes me hotter. He slides his wet fingers up to my ass and shoves them in. It hurts, at first, and I’m surprised. I wasn’t expecting him to do this, but now it feels good. I like being full with his cock in my cunt and his fingers sliding in and out of my ass. His tongue is filling my mouth, and I want to suck him off.

I change position so I slide down. His cock is wet, but from me. He’s still hard. I slide my mouth down around it. I can taste myself, and I like the thought that he has been in all of me.

He pulls me on top of him, so his mouth is between my legs, but I move away from it a little so I can pay attention to what I’m doing. He tastes really good. It’s not just me, but him. He smells like soap and fresh air. He feels good in my mouth, and I use my tongue to rub the ridges and veins and keep him wet. I have one hand on the shaft, the other slipping up and down on his thighs, toward his balls, which are tight against his body, tense and ready. I want us to come together. I suck him harder, and let him reach me with his tongue. He thrusts it deep inside, then licks toward my clit, which is swollen and throbbing. The touch is electric. I want his tongue in my cunt, his fingers fucking my ass, and his cock down my throat. I want to come in a shower of shooting stars while I feel him press harder against my lips, deeper inside me, farther, farther, farther.

It starts around my knees and rises slowly, like the tide, pushing a glittering foam of salt and ocean higher. Now my back is humming and an incredible urge to push down comes over me. I suck him hard, and push my cunt against his tongue. He teases my clit ever so gently, just right, in fact, because too hard now could kill the wave. There is a burst of white and blue light in my head, and I can’t help making noise. But he’s coming, too. It’s perfect. A wave of his salty ocean fills my mouth, and I swallow it as the throbbing waves of my orgasm slow. My cunt is tingly. I put my hand there, sliding it through the wetness, across my lips, and jump from the spark. A tremor rocks though me. I think this started in the back of my head and rolls out under my chin making me gasp. My legs flop apart, I roll on my back, limp, exhausted. I can’t help smiling.

“That was nice.” He says.

“Really? You think so?” Now it’s going to get weird, right?

“Yeah.” He answers. “I’m gonna take a little nap. And then we’re going to do it again, okay?”