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

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... parked at the bottom of the lot, a short distance from the cars that were parked near the rooms. He turned off the engine and the lights, and then pounded his fist on the steering wheel. “I pray I'm wrong about this. I just hope you guys don't wind up hating me,” he said.

I started to say, “Hating you for what?” but Marianne interrupted me with a sort of strangled scream.

“That's Bob's car!” she said.

“What? Where?” I asked.

“Straight in front of us, Kevin,” Mike said. “Now look four spaces to the left of it.”

I looked where he was pointing. There was no mistaking it. Karen had put that dent in the rear fender of her car a week earlier when she backed into the trash bin outside our apartment. “That's Karen's Honda. What the fuck?” I exclaimed.

Mike said, “I didn't know what to think when I first saw them together at the tavern about two months ago. They didn't see me, and they seemed to be involved in some kind of deep discussion, so I didn't go over to them. They left at the same time. I decided it didn't mean anything, and I kind of forgot about it until I saw them again the next week. Same thing that time. They didn't see me, and they were sitting together talking. Again, they left together. They each got in their own cars and drove off.”

“Did they come here?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“I don't know. But two nights later, I decided to go to the tavern again. Bob was walking across the parking lot just as I went inside, so I waited for him. He ...

... seemed pretty shocked to see me, and he looked really nervous. He said he just stopped in to buy a 6-pack to go, and he walked up to the bar and ordered one. He got on his cell phone and made a call. As he was talking, I saw Karen's car pull in. She stopped in the middle of the parking lot, and then turned around and drove out, fast. I could see she went up the road going this way, which I knew was the opposite direction she would have gone if she was going home.”

I was starting to feel a little sick to my stomach, and Marianne looked like she had just swallowed a bug.

Mike just kept on talking. “Bob left right after her with his beer, got in his car, and headed the same way. I went outside and saw him stopped at the light at the end of the block. He should have been in the left turn lane if he was going home, but he was going straight, the same direction Karen had gone. I jumped in my car and followed him. He pulled in here and drove around back. Karen's car was parked in front of one of the rooms. He went inside with her.”

“Oh God,” Marianne moaned.

“I'm so sorry about this,” Mike said. “I didn't know what to think. Remember, Kevin, when I asked you which nights Karen did her volunteer work?”

“Yeah, I told you it was Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays,” I said.

“Right,” Kevin said, “and I asked you that on a Thursday morning. I had seen them here the night before around 7:30. So I came here and parked way off in the corner around 7 o'clock that night. About ...