Something for the weekend. Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Something for the weekend. Chapter 1

... stockings to wear with them, something her husband would definitely approve of. She paid for the items at the checkout and as she headed out of the store she realised just how hungry she was. The gin and tonic she drank from her room mini bar before coming shopping was feeling decidedly lonely in her stomach and as she scanned the available food outlets she noticed the guy from the front of the check in queue sitting on the first floor balcony and looking in her direction. She decided on the restaurant beneath where he was sitting and headed towards it, glancing upward at him just as she passed underneath. As she took her seat she realised that she was smiling for no apparent reason. She felt as if he had been watching her walk towards the restaurant and indeed, the look on his face as she looked up almost confirmed as much. She liked the feeling that even at forty and with a body that had borne twins three years ago she could still turn a head or two. She ran occasionally and dieted often but even she admitted to herself that her lack of will power as far as chocolate and wine went didn't make things easy. Her dinner when it arrived was a classic case in point, chicken salad with a vinaigrette dressing and a large glass of Pinot. Watching the world go by after dinner and sipping on a second smaller glass of wine gave her time to think about what to do that evening. As it was only 7:30pm, she would give her husband another thirty minutes to finish bathing the twins and put ...

... them to bed before she phoned him, but after that she had no plans. The airport was too far from the city to contemplate catching a taxi or a bus just to go for a couple of drinks and there was no way she was going to sit in her room and watch tv. That only left the hotel bar as an option. She left some money with the bill on the table and headed to her room for a quick shower. An hour or so later she found herself surveying the hotel bar whilst the barman mixed her Gin and Tonic. The room was a reasonable size with brown leather couches and chrome glass topped tables in between whilst one wall was made up of floor to ceiling smoked glass panels giving a view of the concourse below. The only fly in the ointment was the awful background music that was often played in places like this. She took her drink and chose a seat in the corner that allowed her to see not only the people below but also to see the bar and a good part of the seating area reflected in the window, although with only half a dozen people to look at in the bar she guessed most of her night would be spent reading her book. She was just sitting down at her table with a second G'n'T when he walked into the bar, the guy from the check-in queue, the one that had made her smile earlier just from the thought of him looking at her. She grinned again and hastily sat down, grabbing her book to make it look like she was reading but secretly watching his reflection on the window. He was looking round the bar in a casual ...