I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... tutoring work. “Kevin, I want to buy you a beer,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“What's up?” I asked. He sounded pretty uncomfortable.

“I'm at the Highway Tavern on Route 1. You know the place?” he asked.

“Yeah, I know where it is. You sound upset. Are you all right?”

“Just get your ass over here. How soon can you be here?” Mike responded.

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

“See you then,” Mike said. He hung up without even saying goodbye.

“Uh oh,” I thought. “He must be in some kind of trouble.” I grabbed my wallet and keys.

When I walked into the tavern, Mike was sitting at a table with a beautiful woman. She looked very familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen her before. “Kevin, this is Marianne, Bob's wife,” Mike said. He poured me a beer from the small pitcher on the table. Marianne had a half-empty glass of beer in front of her.

I remembered Bob, another guy Mike and I work with, introducing me to his wife, Marianne, at last year's company Christmas party. She had been the subject of some discussion among the guys there, with her gorgeous face, long wavy dark hair, and dynamite figure in that slinky little black dress. The general consensus had been that she was the embodiment of the term MILF, and was way too good for an asshole like Bob.

I shook her hand and said, “I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names, Marianne. I remember you now. How've you been?”

“Fine, Kevin, how about you?”

“Good, but I'm confused. Mike, what are we doing ...

... here? You sounded kind of upset on the phone.”

“Drink your beer,” was all he said. He seemed very interested in studying his fingernails.

I looked at Marianne, but she just shrugged her shoulders and took a sip from her glass. We sat there in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. I thought again that Mike must be in some kind of trouble, serious from the look on his face. But Marianne didn't fit in with any situation I could imagine.

Mike drained his beer and poured the remainder of the small pitcher into his glass. He took a few more swallows, set his glass down, and looked at us. “Shit, I hate this,” he said. He looked really miserable.

“Come on, buddy, talk to me. What's going on?” I said.

“Kevin, you've known me for years. You know how I am. You can tell Marianne that I'm not the kind to start trouble or get in the middle of something that's none of my business, right?”

“That's true. And I'd say that even if you weren't my friend. So, what's this all about?” I said.

He downed the rest of his beer. “Finish your beers. We're going for a short drive. Don't worry, I only had two glasses. I'm OK to drive. You two can ride with me.”

None of us said anything as we went out to Mike' car, although Marianne and I exchanged some worried looks. Mike helped Marianne into the front passenger's seat, and I got in the back. He drove us a few blocks down the street and turned into the parking lot of a seedy-looking motel. We went around the back of the building and ...