My dearest friend. - Sex Stories

My dearest friend.

... Not part time. So that’s how it was, Dearest of friends but just friends. He traveled for work quite a bit. Usually leaving Monday morning and returning Friday evening. Far too many dinners alone staring at himself in the mirror behind the hotel bar. He did get smiles and looks from others. Never an overt offer, but enough suggestive conversation that he was sure he was getting hit on. Women, men and even a couple once. But he never pursued it. They were not her. The text conversations always helped to keep him sane. She was always there. And she did care. He was in the habit of telling her not only what town he was in, but what hotel too. On a number of occasions he had offered her a place to stay if she ever needed to just get away. He always made sure she knew that he’d take the couch or second bed. Whatever she was comfortable with. She always thanked him for the invite. But always declined. That day’s text was common with them. “hey, how’s it going?” “ugh not so good . rough day at work. Home has its problems too. Still in Louisville? ” “sorry to hear you are having a bad day. Yeah Louisville all week. Install of new equipment” “thanks gtg , meeting time, ttyl” He didn’t hear from her for the rest of the work day and that was fine because he was also busy and really didn’t have time to chat. After working a few hours over he was sitting at bar at the hotel. Watching the sports talk show on the big screen and making small talk with the other guest and bartender. That’s ...

... when he looked up to see her reflection. She was standing right behind him. He had on several occasions thought he’d seen her in a crowd or passing on the road. But he knew it was always just wishful thinking. Then the scent of her perfume floated to him. He smiled at her in the mirror and pulled out the vacant barstool next to him. She sat without a word. The bartender asked her what he could get for her. “I’ll start with a Coors light” she replied. He immediately told the bartender “anything she wants goes on my bill”. She started to protest but he told her “hush woman, your money’s no good here”. Then he gave her his best smart ass smile. She reluctantly let him have his way. She was stubborn, annoyingly so at times. He’d never tell her so, but he loved that about her. Her strength was part of what made her so completely beautiful to him. They sat in silence for several minutes. He knew if she was upset enough to make a 2 plus hour drive it would be best not to push her. They started to make small talk about some pro athlete that was the focus of the current television discussion. After another round of beer was done she proclaimed that it was time for something stronger. He agreed. He told the bartender “A glass of ’Makers 46 for me” and scanning the available bottles “Cazadores for the lady” It wasn’t her usual brand. But it would do. She didn’t argue and downed the shot in a single motion. “Another?” asked the bartender. “Yes please” she replied. After her second was gone ...