Extenuating Circumstances 0102

Author’s Note: This is the second part of a three-part Chapter, so it is recommended you read the previous chapter to gain a better understanding of the characters, their circumstances, and their thoughts. This first chapter is a set-up for the rest of the series, which I plan as a 10 chapter series….

Extenuating Circumstances 01 – The beginning part 2/3

Suzanne’s body was a full spectrum of sensations, ranging from her skin being tingly as if her nerve endings were firing off as fast as they could, her skin prickling as if being stabbed by pins and needles to numbness, her mind in a haze and sluggish while her body was overloaded by the sensations and surroundings. Some of her feelings were undoubtedly from all the alcohol she had consumed; however, she was aware of another tingling sensation--desire, lust, arousal, call it what you will. She had been on the edge in terms of her sexual need all week. David had been busy at his new job, coming home tired and not wanting to have sex lately, and so she had once again gone too long without. Added to her natural horniness, thinking about tonight, what they had agreed upon and what she would be doing became a constant tease within her mind. Now she was like a wild animal in heat, her breasts heavy and tight, aching with the need to be touched; her nipples pressed tightly against the material of her dress as if trying to claw their way out into the open air; and then there was the notable dampness between her legs, the thin lace thong wicking her arousal fluids from her slit in a seeming endless supply and feeling drenched. All of these thoughts filled her mind—as well as more unmentionable ones—flashing through her head as the six college men—one of them the son of her and David’s next-door neighbors—walked towards her. Or more liked stalked, she corrected mentally. There was no mistaken the look in their eyes—she was definitely the prey to their male hunter instincts, none of the young men breaking their gaze from her sitting alone at the hotel bar, dressed in the revealing black cocktail dress. Suzanne had not bought this dress. Like most of her latest wardrobe it had been supplied by Henry Fuller, her neighbor from across the street. Her body again flushed with lust and desire, but not because of the men coming towards her or anything happening currently. Instead, her mind suddenly flashed back as she recalled the circumstances around receiving the dress—momentous not in the fact of him gifting her the outfit, but what had occurred on that occasion. That even was the second major milestone in her and her husband’s newly discovered ‘sexploration’ and new lifestyle. Instantly her thoughts went back to that time, almost six months ago, even as her eyes intently watched the six college men weave through the crowded hotel bar towards her.

Suzanne pulled her and David’s fifteen-year-old Chevy Malibu into the driveway. The car was a piece of shit, but due to their financial situation, they could not afford anything better for the time being. David would be getting his cast off at the end of the month, but he would be undergoing several more weeks
of physical therapy before he was completely healed. Hopefully by then his depression over being an ‘invalid’ would be gone and he would be able to take a more active role in finding a job. Her being the only one working was a mixed blessing. Yes they needed the money, having budgeted their lives around a two-income household, but at least they did not need to share the car for work. Before his accident they had to get up extra early so David could drop her off to work and make it in to his office, and then repeat the same in the evening. As such, they had spent more time away from home than there. Once David got a job, Suzanne hoped it would not be in an entirely different area of the city so they could carpool together reasonably close. If not, they would need to think about getting another car. But she pushed such thoughts and the other financial worries from her mind as she opened the front door and entered their house. Hearing raised male voices conversation, she made her way into the living room, seeing David and their neighbor Henry Fuller from across the street watching a soccer game on television. “Heya Honey,” she said as she came into the room, bending down and giving a kiss to her husband. “Suzanne, what a pleasure to see you,” Henry said, rising up and pulling Suzanne into a firm hug, his lips pressing against hers in a not-so-chaste kiss. Suzanne was no longer startled at the intimacy from the elderly neighbor, kissing him back without hesitation; however, she still glanced at her husband after Henry broke the embrace, seeing David smiling, obviously not minding the affection Henry bestowed upon her, nor the familiarity he displayed towards her. Even now she wondered how he did not mind another man being so familiar with his own wife. Over the past few months she and David had been spending more and more time with the gentleman, now in his late sixties. They had developed a solid friendship, their closeness due to David ‘pimping’ her out as Henry’s partner at neighborhood events. Henry had helped them avoid a large Home Owner’s Association fine by offering his landscaping services, transforming their overgrown yard into what was now considered the most immaculate lawn second only to his own. David was out of work and confined to a wheelchair, and until his broken ankle and leg healed, Suzanne was the sole breadwinner for the household. With him being incapacitated and her working late hours and on a limited budget, they did not have the time to keep their lawn manicured like it should. It had been a Catch-22 situation—her gone all the time and David being handicapped had caused their lawn to be unattended for months, and Suzanne’s job did not pay nearly enough to pay all their bills, let alone a landscaping service, so it had remained unkempt to the point where the HOA threatened them with a large fine. Henry had kindly offered to help, offering his landscaping company he had started upon retiring to keep their yard not only within code, but replanting and maintaining it to perfection. As the young married couple could not pay him for his company’s services, he had jokingly suggested Suzanne be his companion over the summer when they attended all the neighborhood parties, as David’s confined condition did not allow him to participate in many of the active games held during the events. The elderly man had lost his wife a few years ago to cancer, and her and David had always felt sorry for him. Henry always sat on the outskirts of parties, keeping to himself, and Suzanne pairing up with him— even though David attended the parties—gave the man a sense of belonging, pulling him into the younger crowd’s ‘clique.’ Suzanne was happy to help him out in such a way, so had agreed to the arrangement in the thought it would be a purely platonic relationship David’s ‘handicap’ had caused him to fall into a severe depression, his self-esteem and self-worth hitting rock bottom. It had become so severe, Suzanne had been desperate, willing to do anything to cheer him up. Making matters compound upon themselves and increasing her husband’s depression was his belief of inadequacy with her, as sex between them had gone to nothing due to his cast and disability making
sex next to impossible. Even then, Suzanne had done her wifely duty in trying to please him, taking extra effort and time practicing her oral sex technique with various objects. Regardless of her intent to please her man, David took it as an affront, his inability to please her making him even more miserable. That was until he confessed a hidden desire to see her be more ‘open’ to other men’s attention. David had not come out and told her he wanted her to have sex with somebody else—something she had never even fantasized about—but he told her he would like her to be more receptive to other men’s interests, asking her to dress more provocatively and show off more of her body than she was typically comfortable with.
Although she was willing to try and please her man to get him out of the ‘funk’ he was feeling, Suzanne was not comfortable with the idea. Normally she dressed conservatively—other than a few pieces of lingerie she had bought when they were dating. But they just did not have the money for a new wardrobe, and she was faced with another ‘Catch-22’ situation of wanting to please her husband, but they were too far behind on bills for her to go out and buy clothes. Once again Henry had come to the rescue, offering to buy her clothes under the pretense of needing them for the parties. Suzanne had been uncomfortable with another man buying her clothes, particularly clothes more revealing than her normal attire, but David had been ecstatic. Their first party had been a pool party, and although Henry had shown David several choices of one-piece suits, he had also thrown in a couple bikinis, one of which her husband had told him to get. As such, she had been practically naked before the entire neighborhood, dressed in what amounted to a few triangular pieces of cloth. It was then another revelation had been discovered, her own self-realization she enjoyed other men’s attention to her body, the forcing of her dressing so scantily releasing a hidden exhibitionist side to her. For her entire life Suzanne had dressed conservatively. It was her sister Jennifer who was the outward one, actually becoming a stripper. In fact, Jen—known by her stage name Diamond—had become almost famous overnight, being selected as a spokesmodel for a company owning a series of strip clubs across the country. Suzanne had not talked to her sister in months and made a mental note to call her as she excused herself from the two men’s presence, going upstairs to change into something more comfortable. In the months following the pool party, Henry had become a familiar visitor to their home, and as the young couple welcomed him more and more into their home, the older man had become almost part of the family. Unfortunately, he had also become more familiar and comfortable around Suzanne, and at David’s quiet urgings, more ‘hands on’ with her. It was not uncommon for him to show intimate displays of affection with her—such as the kiss with her moments ago. And to Suzanne’s discomfort, his forwardness occurred not only in private, but also in public, particularly at their neighborhood parties, much to not only her husband’s, but also several other men of the neighborhood men’s delight. It was not uncommon for Henry to have his arm around her, or even his hand upon her ass. Once again she was doing it for her husband, trying to curb some of the depression he had by trying to please him. Although uncomfortable, she permitted the older man’s overtures, as these were extenuating circumstances. The downside of her dressing more provocatively was the newfound attention the other neighborhood men were giving her, stepping on a few of the neighborhood wives’ proverbial toes—as they thought they were God’s Gift to Men. Suzanne’s sudden flirtatious attitude and dressing in sexy clothes was something new, as well as her being much younger and athletic than most of the other women. Other than her neighbor Cassie Davis—who was living with her fiancé Tim Brown—and Cheryl Price, a platinum blonde model married to one of the few African-American men in the neighborhood, James Price—Suzanne was the best of both worlds, being both young and attractive. And now she seemed to have ‘come out of shell’ by being more ‘friendly’ with all the men’s passes! Several of the more bitchy female neighbors had nicknamed her ‘Henry’s Slut’ as she was seen with Henry’s arms around her more than her husband’s. Although their relationship was platonic—to her husband’s chagrin, she though wryly—Henry had gradually and subtly become more bold and adventurous with her body. She had been uncomfortable with his fondling at first, but it had become so frequent she was now almost used to his random touches upon her ass, the brief kisses, even him pressing his body against hers in public, his arousal often evident through their clothes. And despite her stating to David she was accepting their neighbor’s physical contact to appease him, Suzanne harbored a deep dark secret—she too enjoyed the attention. She was a woman after all, and enjoyed being the center of attention, if not from her husband, who lately had no interest in her, then from others. Even though she had become more accepting of not only Henry’s, but other men’s advances at various parties, her husband never seemed satisfied. David had become increasingly insufferable with his new found fetish of putting her on display. Each outfit Henry bought her—at David’s discretion—seemed to
be sexier and sexier, while each time they had gone to a neighborhood party, her husband always suggested at the end of the night she ‘thank’ Henry in a more intimate fashion. It was not enough for him that she had agreed to dress increasingly more seductive—to the point where at times she felt slutty—but he wanted her to act upon it as well! Suzanne firmly believed much of her husband’s recent fetish to be the result of being confined to a wheelchair and therefore ‘less of a man.’ Having a beautiful wife devoted to him apparently was not enough, wanting to show his ‘ownership and control’ in their relationship by permitting other men grope her, validating his worth in the knowledge she always would end up back with him. Having taken several psychiatry classes in college, Suzanne believed his injury to be the root of David’s issues. In fact, she was confident he would once again become the jealous husband after his cast was removed, but until then she had humored him. Not all the fault laid with her husband though, as Suzanne was not without her own inner demons. She loved her husband without doubt, but had begun to realize she too enjoyed the attention of other men. And although she had not acted upon them, to her shame sexual thoughts had become increasingly more frequent, exacerbated by being on a several month dry spell from sex.
Her and David were still young, and had only been married a few years. She had been used to a steady supply of sex with her husband, and the abrupt absence had left her body in an ever-growing state of yearning. It was simple biology for her body to respond to other men’s advances after being abstinent for so long, even if she had spent countless hours in the shower utilizing the pulsating showerhead for more than just washing. Up until her husband’s request she show off more and be more provocative, Suzanne had never even considered sex with anybody but her husband. Even her darkest fantasies always involved David. He had been her one and only, and she had been completely bewildered at his suggestions and hints on his approval of her committing an affair. David’s urgings had lit an up-until-then spark of interest within her. So although she outwardly said she was doing it for him, there was a dark hidden part of her that fed upon it as well. Pushing such sordid thoughts from her head, Suzanne opened her dresser drawer—the one she and David had nicknamed ‘Henry’s drawer’ filled with clothing and outfits their neighbor had gifted her. Although Henry had brought them under the pretense of wearing them to neighborhood parties, he
often brought more than one outfit—or even outfits when no party was scheduled—and after this long, as she looked at all the clothes, Suzanne realized she needed to dedicate another drawer soon. It was an odd relationship that had developed between her and the elderly man, who was almost three times her age. She suspected some neighbors thought she was sleeping with him; however, she had no interest in somebody so aged. Henry was like the uncomfortable grandfather to her. She was merely being nice to him, knowing he missed his wife, willing to suffer through some of his advances if he felt better about himself. It was killing two birds with one stone, both Henry and her husband being happy—and as she had already admitted, it made her feel better as well. Normally Suzanne would have put on sweats after coming home from work—not exactly the sexiest thing to wear for her husband, but they were at least comfortable and relaxing. But with Henry visiting, she wanted to make him feel special and wear something he had bought, ironically now uncomfortable wearing something so conservative and modest in front of him. Looking through the drawer full of clothes, she finally found something neither Henry nor her husband had seen her wear yet. She had once commented on not having anything decent to wear when she worked out, and her husband apparently relayed that information to Henry, as a few days later she had been gifted with several packages of active wear. Suzanne had wanted to return them, as there was a small fortune in athletic clothes, but David had intervened, telling her Henry would feel bad if she refused them. So she had unpacked them for a day such as today. Still wanting to feel comfortable, she chose a white loose crop-top, stripping out of her white silk work blouse and skirt and taking off her bra. She contemplated wearing a sports bra beneath the loose top, particularly since it was a thin material and somewhat sheer, but she felt so good taking her bra off after the long day she realized she did not want to wear anything else confining. The cropped shirt covered everything, merely giving the illusion of being able to see her body underneath, and Suzanne smiled at the image of both men squinting and straining their eyes to ‘see’ through the top. Short of being caught in a sudden rainstorm or doing a headstand, the top would cover her and be comfortable, so sans bra it was. As she was conceding to comfort with the top, she decided to forgo it with the other half of her ensemble, selecting a pair of tight bright purple booty shorts with pockets. The shorts hugged her body like a second skin, having a tendency to ride up and show off the bottom cheeks of her ass, but it was nothing either man had not seen before—her bikini had revealed more of her ass than the shorts. Unfortunately, due to how tightly the shorts clung to her body, her lace panties were completely visible, so with grudging acceptance she swapped them out for a white thong. Looking in the mirror, she was impressed with how her ass looked, smiling as she thought about the men’s reactions before finally slipping into her pair of Air Jordan Grape 5 sneakers. Once changed she went back to the living room, inwardly smiling as both men complimented her on her outfit, their eyes like bouncing rubber balls in their heads as they attempted to look at the swells of her breasts and her legs and then her ass simultaneously. Suzanne felt a flush of heat run through her at both the men’s attention, smiling at their compliments. Bending down to give her husband another kiss, she let out a startled yell into his mouth as she felt him reach beneath the blouse and grasp both her bare breasts! “David, not in front of Henry,” she told him with admonishment, standing up quickly as both men laughed. “Nonsense,” David said in reply. “Henry’s like family,” he reasoned to her. “Besides, he’s already seen you topless,” he told her with a knowing smirk. She could not dispute the statement, as she had gone topless for a brief amount of time at the pool party in an attempt at ‘one-upping’ Cheryl Price. Cheryl had tried piss off Suzanne and draw attention to herself by intentionally going topless at one point. Her antics worked, as Suzanne, in a jealous fit of anger, had done the same. Cheryl’s plan had backfired on her, Suzanne giddy with delight when the attention of all the men at the party had turned immediately to her 35C breasts, not the model’s 32A chest, Cheryl actually stomping out of the party and going home in a fit of anger. But that was definitely a moment of poor judgement, having no intentions of parading topless before her neighbor. “Anyways,” David continued, “that shirt just screams out to reach beneath it and feel your tits,” he laughed to Henry’s agreement. Blushing at the men’s salacious attention, Suzanne wondered if she had made a mistake wearing the shirt without a bra, even though she felt a thrill as they continued looking at her. Deciding to leave them to the men to their own devices and their soccer game, she quickly changed the subject by asking her husband what he wanted for dinner, receiving a noncommittal reply. Turning to Henry, she asked, “Henry, would you like to stay for dinner? I’m afraid all we can offer are some cold cut sandwiches, chips, and beer, but you are welcomed to stay,” she told the older man. “Why yes, thank you very much,” he answered. “Sandwiches are all I’d be eating tonight alone anyways,” he told them, “so the company would be most welcomed,” he said. Once again Suzanne felt sorry for the man and his loss and loneliness, glad she had picked clothes Henry had bought, even though they might be a bit more provocative than she had intended. But wearing something he bought was a simple concession to show her appreciation. Leaving the men alone to watch the soccer game, she made her way into the kitchen to make dinner. Left to her own devices while preparing their meal, Suzanne’s mind wandered. She could not believe how much, in such a short time, she had changed. She had actually dressed to impress another man, in front of her own husband. Forsaking her usual attire of frumpy sweats and socks which would have covered up everything but her heard, she was now completely at ease in front of their neighbor with her ass hanging out of a pair of tight short shorts, wearing a sheer cropped top without a bra—both items having been bought by a man other than her husband. And her husband was completely fine with the idea, as even now they were both were sitting and chatting amicably in their living room. Even more troubling was her own attitude, not about dressing so provocatively—although that was concern enough—but when David had felt her up. Suzanne’s protests were not due to embarrassment or the raunchy way her husband was acting. No, she had instead felt sorry for Henry, that he was denied the same liberties! What the hell was wrong with her? Less than three months ago she would have gone back to their bedroom in shame, admonishing her husband for being so forward in front of somebody. She thought about some of the other neighborhood parties—some outdoors, some indoors— accompanied by both men, at times feeling like she was shared property between them. The problem was she enjoyed the sensation. Having the two men take care of her and paying such close attention to her had actually been exhilarating. Henry had remained a perfect gentlemen and had never imposed upon David’s time with her, and never once seemed possessive. At parties where they were sitting and simply chatting with other guests he often left her and David alone, sometimes going off to talk to other groups, or other times simply hanging out with everybody else. And the times he was with her, particularly during party games or dancing, he was the perfect partner. Granted his hands occasionally wandered, holding her ass or stroking less intimate parts of her body, even holding her against him in more intimate embraces, her body pressed against him where, at times, his erection was evident as it pressed against her; however, he never went too far or made her feel uncomfortable, and Suzanne was actually flattered the old man found her attractive. The only time things had almost gotten out of hand was the infamous pool party, where the mixture of alcohol, her husband’s revelation at wanting her to show herself off to other men, and her own newfound exhibitionistic tendencies had collided in what almost became a Perfect Storm. She had come close to actually having sex with Henry. While playing a game of ‘Break the Balloon,” she had been grinding herself into Henry’s lap in an attempt to break a partially inflated balloon. Henry had become aroused during the game and she as she repeatedly slammed down upon his erection, she was practically humping him in her attempts to break the balloon. At one point the tip of his penis had
pressed directly against her slit, and were it not for both their bathing suits blocking him passage, she would have inadvertently granted David his wish of another man fucking her. As it was, her motions were so vigorous the tip of Henry’s penis had pushed against their suits so much had had in essence penetrated her. Lost in her thoughts while slicing some tomatoes for their sandwiches, she suddenly gasped in a mouthful of air as David’s hands reached from behind, once again going beneath her loose blouse and cupping her bare breasts underneath. “David, what did I tell you about that when Henry was here?” she started to say, suddenly realizing being confined to his wheelchair, her husband would not be able to reach so high! Turning her head in surprise, she confirmed her suspicion seeing Henry behind her, smiling at her sheepishly. “David was right, the temptation was too much to pass up,” he said to her as his hands gently glided over her yielding flesh. To her shame, Suzanne said nothing as their neighbor’s hands glided across the under curves of her breasts, actually enjoying the contact of his skin against hers. Without realizing it, she leaned back, resting her head upon his shoulders as his hands became more adventurous, moving up and encompassing her breasts, each in one hand. Suzanne let out an involuntary moan when Henry took her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, clamping down and giving each one a tight squeeze. A flash of heat suddenly ignited deep within her lower abdomen, and Suzanne groaned again at the intimate sensation. She did not know how long she would have stood there, letting her elderly neighbor feel up her twenty three-year-old breasts, had not the squeak of her husband’s wheelchair broken the silence.
Abruptly Suzanne straightened up, stepping away from Henry—but not before her husband had gotten a good look at Henry’s hands beneath her shirt, obviously feeling her up. “Sorry David, I couldn’t resist,” the elderly man immediately apologized. Suzanne's face flushed red in embarrassment and shame, but to her surprise—or maybe not she reconsidered, given her husband’s recent confession of his fetish for her to be more open to other men—David told their neighbor it was alright! “No need to apologize,” David laughed. “They are TOO tempting to resist, especially in that top,” he told the elderly man who smiled back. Suzanne could only stare at the two men in astonishment. Only a few months ago her husband would have decked anybody making such a move on her, and yet now, he not actually allowed it! But regardless of her husband’s actions and comments, what was more frightening had been her own reaction to the intimate contact, not pulling away and even enjoying the other man’s touch. Suzanne was uncertain whether the heat and blush covering her body was due to embarrassment and humiliation, or excitement and arousal, but to her chagrin she believed it to be the latter, looking down and seeing her nipples now completely obvious through the thin material of her shirt, almost attempting to break through the sheer top she was wearing.

Just like they are now, Suzanne thought as the college men finally made it through the hotel lounge and reached her place at the bar. The dress being so tight, It was impossible to hide her perked swollen tips beneath the material, and being backless, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Glancing down to see how bad her body was betraying her, Suzanne felt a flush of embarrassment course through her as she noted the slash in her dress had shifted, exposing the tops of her aureoles! She immediately forgot about her hardened nipples showing through the dress when part of her breast was hanging out. Unfortunately, Suzanne believed any attempt to adjust herself would belay a weakness and lack of self consciousness to these men—something she knew deep in her soul she could not afford—so she left her dress as it was. Her only hope was the boys would think her pebbled nubs were due to the cool air of the bar, not the fact she was horny as hell. Yes one look at the leering gazes of the men now circling her like Indians attacking a wagon train, she realized such rationalities were beyond them. Then again, what did she expect sitting in this bar dressed seductively, her body on display?
As the men blatantly appreciated her figure, Suzanne knew they would not bat an eye of surprise if she confessed she was waiting to let some stranger fuck her—or strangers, she suddenly thought, her pulse thready as she again wondered if these boys were her proposed liaison. The thought of actually sleeping with more than one man caused her crotch to seep warmly. “So what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this,” the good-looking leader said lamely to her. This was the one to watch, Suzanne knew, as the good-looking guy boldly placed his arm around her, his hand resting upon the bare skin of her back. Suzanne pretended not to notice the man’s touch as goose-bumps rose across her body at the skin upon-skin contect, instead focusing on the other guys. “You come here often?” another one asked, adding, “If not, would you like to?” as the snickers of the other guys surrounded her. But it was Chad who surprised his fellow companions, who were not aware they knew each other as he said, “Hello Suzanne. You’re looking good tonight, you waiting for Mr. Carter?” he asked with knowing a smile. Suzanne and David had been friends with Chad’s parents—Tammy and Robert Mitchell—since the day the young couple had moved in. Although Chad was closer to her age, Suzanne and David had immediately ‘clicked’ with the older couple, routinely having each other for dinners and the like. Suzanne knew Chad attended one of the local colleges, but had been unaware it was this close. She had specifically chosen this hotel to avoid meeting anybody they knew. Suzanne looked at her neighbor’s college man in surprise and humiliation, as the tone of his question and mocking smile clearly indicated he did not believe her to be there for David.
She was also surprise the nineteen-year-old had called her by her first name. Even though there were only a few years between them he had always referred to her as ‘Mrs. Carter’ or ‘Ma’am.’ Tonight his confidence was obviously bolstered by inebriation and the association with his friends. Also, dressed as she was and the knowledge she was probably not here for her husband, his respect for the slight age difference she had over him were gone—her social standing within his mind now placed him above her, so taking the liberty of calling her by her first name was a psychological manifestation of his superiority over her. Sometimes she regretted her Psych minor, she thought as she once more attempted to recover her composure. Attempting nonchalance, Suzanne greeted him back. “Hello Chad. No, I am waiting to meet up with an old business acquaintance,” she told him, making up a story on the spot to explain her husband’s absence—even though he was sitting almost ten yards away from them intently watching her exchange with the group of college guys. Her story backfired on her as the head of the group smiled and asked, “Oh? So what’s the going rate these days for a night in your business?” The guys chuckled and Suzanne saw Chad smile as his eyes lowered down to her breasts. It was impossible to ignore the heat of his gaze as he took in her partially exposed breasts, Suzanne doing everything within her power to not look down or adjust her dress in front of them. His eyes moved downwards to her legs, taking special note of the tops of her stockings and garters before moving back up to smile openly at her. Suzanne’s heart fluttered. She had always thought of Chad as an asexual person. He had simply the son of their neighbors, somebody on the periphery, and she had always considered him ‘a boy.’ Not now she thought, feeling a flush of heat course through her body as he and the other guys looked at her with a hunger that spoke in volumes as to their interest in her being beyond academic or social. Her body seemed to react tenfold in front of her neighbors’ son, possibly because subconsciously she knew him. She had been the object of the entire bar’s attention, and although excited at their at their scrutiny, she had responded this intensely in front of somebody she knew, who actually lived next door to her and now seeing her dressed as she was, alone in a hotel bar. For some reason, having some familiarity with Chad caused her body to explode in desire, her body becoming a solar flare of lust. “Mind if we keep you company,” the good-looking guy asked. Suzanne’s skin again flared up with goose-bumps as she felt his thumb slowly stroked her soft skin. She was completely stunned and did not know what to do. Frighteningly, a deep dark part of her wanted to hook up with these guys—even Chad, who was the ‘boy next door.’ Forcing such thoughts from her mind, she finally swallowed her heart from her throat and once again finding the courage to speak, said, “Actually, I’ve been here for a while and need to use the little girls’ room. If you’ll excuse me,” she told them, sliding off her bar stool. Turning her back to them, feeling as if she were about to be pounced upon at any second, Suzanne made her way through the bar while every man’s eyes watched her. As she walked away she heard the bartender address the guys, but did not turn around, instead making a beeline to the restrooms. Ducking into the stall, and pulling down her lace thong to relieve herself, Suzanne was mortified at how wet the scant material had become—she could practically wring out the syrupy juices soaking in from her slit. Thankfully the women’s restroom was empty—her being the only woman in the lounge—so she quickly took them off and rinsed her panties out in the sink, using the heated hand dryer to dry them out. Being lace and such small amount of material, the thong dried quickly before she pulled them back on over her garters. Readjusting her dress and touching up her make-up, she exited the bathroom, once again making her way back to the bar. Suzanne was startled when the men’s bathroom door suddenly opened and Chad’s friend, the ‘alpha leader’ of their group step out. Immediately his face broke into a smile, his eyes once again roaming across her body and giving her the sensation of being devoured. Unbidden, Suzanne’s body once again flush in arousal. “Why Suzie,” the young man, moving up to her and trapping her against the wall as his arms caged her in. She realized he had gotten her name from Chad, and the the shortening of it to her childhood nickname made her feel small and insignificant as he leered at her, saying “We weren’t properly introduced before that bartender told us to leave you alone,” he told her. “My name’s Eric,” he said. Suzanne felt a flood of relief realizing the bartender had come to her aid, obviously recognizing her discomfort around the college guys and telling them to leave her alone.
Of course that did not help her now, trapped in the small hallway of the restrooms as he moved in closer, invading her personal space. “How do you do, Eric,” she said quietly in the hopes he would let her go. “How about a warmer greeting?” the boy leered at her. “We can go into one of the bathroom stalls,” he suggested with a leering smile. “I’m sure a working girl like you knows how to properly greet a guy,” he said. Suzanne knew she should be offended at his assumption of her being a prostitute; however, her mind quickly shattered her own self-esteem knowing he was not far from the mark. Was she not here to have sex with a stranger for money? Granted these were extenuating circumstances and she was attempting to stop the foreclosure of their house, but in the end, a spade was a spade. So instead of giving him some pretense he was mistaken, she said the first thing that popped into her head. “You couldn’t afford me,” she told him. Immediately Suzanne regretted her words.
She had just told this stranger she was a hooker! She did not even need to look into his eyes to know his pleasure at her answer. “That’s probably true, a fine piece of ass like you probably doesn’t come cheap,” the man chuckled. To her shame, she actually smiled at the compliment, as she felt her body heated up at the man’s proximity. To her dismay, her previous attempt at cleaning her thong had been for naught, as her crotch suddenly flooded at the man’s compliment and the feeling of helplessness being boxed in by the man. Earlier last summer she had an epiphany, her mind practically imploded with the recognition of discovering her inner exhibitionist. Like her sister, Diamond the stripper, Suzanne had become aroused at exposing her body to the men in the neighborhood, even going topless before them to pull their attention away from another woman. Now, in the back hallway of a hotel bar, she had another revelation. Suzanne was enjoying being humiliated and feeling vulnerable. To her horror, she realized in somehow she was becoming a submissive, getting aroused at her helplessness as images of the man overpowering her and forcing her to please him flooded her mind. Suzanne had always considered herself an independent, strong woman; however, now as her body responded to her current circumstances, Suzanne wondered if she could very well be a closet submissive as well, the heat between her legs a damp confirmation to her revelation. Her thoughts were broken as the man leaned against her, his proximity causing her breath to hitch as her breasts pressed against his chest. Moving his hips against her, Suzanne felt the unmistakable presence of an erection against her thigh. She jerked as if slapped when he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending goose pimples down her neck. “So how much would a night with you cost?” he asked. “No holds barred,” he added as he slowly stepped away from her. Immediately Suzanne felt naked, the loss of his proximity leaving a void. She was at a loss of words how to answer him, confused and shocked at his proposition to her.
This was not the type of man who could be discouraged by any denial from her, so once again, before any filter within her brain could stop her mouth, she decided it would be better to simply put him off by stating some outrageous figure. “Five thousand,” she told him quietly. Her mind reeled in shock. Had she just set a price for her body? To sleep with a stranger—or even more than one person if his ‘no holds barred’ comment meant as much—for a set amount of money? Suzanne knew that was exactly what she had done, regretting her words as the man whistled. “That’s steep,” he said, and Suzanne sighed in relief. She was thankful she had not given him an amount he could actually afford.
“But worth it I’m sure,” he added. Suzanne felt her heart stop at his words, her eyes opening wide. Was he going to offer her such an amount? She finally began breathing again when he backed away further, letting her go. “Have a nice time with your…uhm…business associate,” he laughed as he turned away and left to join his friends. Suzanne stood in the hallway alone for several minutes, her heart and pulse racing. She could not believe what had just happened, and almost grudgingly she made her way back into the crowded lounge, even as every bone in her body wanted to run away and bury herself in a pit. Surprisingly, her barstool was still empty, and she quietly sat down, thanking the bartender when he brought her another glass of chilled white wine. Drinking down half the glass instantly, he looked at her and asked if she was alright, to which she quickly nodded. “You sure?” he asked again. “You were taking so long in the restroom I was about to have one of the waitresses check on you,” he said. Suzanne thanked him again for his concern, telling him she was fine, asking for another drink as she guzzled down the rest of her glass. Bringing her a second glass of wine, she thanking him as he told her there was again no charge. Her encounter in the back hallway had left Suzanne in a state of shock, a bag of nerves, and she tried to push the thoughts of what happened from her mind. Turning and looking through the bar, she saw the college guys were seated on the other end of the lounge, plenty of distance between them and her, but all their eyes still focused upon her. She quickly turned away as Chad met her gaze, his intense
lecherous gaze causing her breath to hitch and her heart to flutter once again. David was where he was earlier, taking up a booth by himself. Seeing several empty glasses on his table she knew as long as he kept drinking, they would let him have the table to himself as she turned to look at herself in the mirror behind the bar. She once again did not see the care-free, happily married twenty-three-year-old she was used to, but instead a woman dressed for sex, her long wavy ‘bronde’ hair cascading over her shoulders to rest upon the tanned swell of her breasts, which were once again practically hanging out of her cocktail dress. She wondered if she was losing weight, not remembering the dress shifting so much or being this revealing as she again thought back to the first time she had acquired it—and the more momentous events which followed…

Suzanne, David, and Henry had sat down and eaten their sandwiches while watching television. The soccer game had ended and they were watching some Nature show as they chatted, Suzanne attempting to push the ghost sensations of her neighbor’s intimate groping from her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted when Henry mentioned he was planning on going out of town to a convention soon. Being neighbors, Suzanne and David offered to watch his house as Henry shook his head. “It’s only for a day, so I don’t really need to have anybody watch the house,” he told them. “It’s not like I have pets or any indoor plants,” he laughed. “I plan on driving down Friday, see the exhibits, and come back Saturday,” he said with almost a sigh of sadness. David told him, “Well, the offer’s good anytime. We would ask the same of you if we went anywhere,” he said to the old man’s thanks. “But you don’t sound too thrilled,” David added, as Suzanne nodded in agreement. “Oh, the convention is interesting enough,” Henry explained to them. “It’s all landscaping stuff and whatnot, so it’s good to keep up on the latest trends,” he said. “It’s just that in the evening there is always this fancy cocktail party dinner thing,” he said. “I always feel out of place. It’s like the neighborhood parties, where I’m more on the outskirts. Marge used to love that part of the conventions, and we would dance all night until the band left. Now it’s more of a reminder of what I have lost than any fun,” he told them. “I usually eat and end up going to bed early.” Suzanne’ heart went out to the older man. He had obviously loved his wife immensely for him to still think of her after all these years, as David echoed her sentiments to the old man. Then her eyes opened wide as her husband finished by saying, “How about you take Suzanne with you?” “What?” Suzanne and Henry said at the same time. David smiled as he repeated his comment, adding, “You said yourself it’s like the neighborhood parties, consider this an extension to that. There’s no reason for you to have to sit alone all the time. Suzanne can go with you and be your dance partner!” he said, pleased with himself for thinking of the idea. Henry smiled as he said, “Although I appreciate the offer, I’m sure Suzanne has no interest in landscaping products, let alone keeping an old man company.” Suzanne could only stare at her husband as David said, “Nonsense. She enjoys hanging out in the garden section at Wal-Mart and Home Depot, so this would be like that, only on steroids,” he said eagerly. “And as you said, there’s the party afterwards,” he told them. There was an unusual hitch to David’s voice as he said that last part, and Suzanne looked at him questioningly as David smiled at her.
“You’ve been griping about us not going out much since I got this cast,” her husband told her. “Here’s the perfect opportunity for you to dress up, dance, and have a nice dinner,” he said, as if he had completely rationalized it all in his head. “I’m sure Henry has better things to do than have me tag along behind him,” Suzanne told them. “Well, on that point you’re mistaken,” Henry said. “I thoroughly enjoy your company,” he told her. Suzanne glanced back at Henry. Did he also have a change in voice as he answered? She wondered if she were hearing things when David clapping his hands startled her, turning her head back to him. “See, it’s settled,” David said happily, as if he had just solved the world’s food shortage. Suzanne tried to think of any excuse to argue against her husband’s idea to resolve Henry’s predicament. “I couldn’t leave you alone,” she finally—and somewhat lamely—told her husband. As soon as she said it, she regretted the words. Since being confined to a wheelchair—even if only temporarily—David had felt less of a man. It rankled him she had to help him in and out of bed or to get dressed, or to do almost anything. Lately he had adamantly refused her help, even as he struggled to perform the simplest things, but demanding his own independence. Her using the excuse of helping him only reinforced his weakness compared to her. “Fuck that,” her husband said, the ire in his voice readily apparent. “It’s only one night, and I think I can manage to put myself to bed and wipe my ass without your assistance,” he told her angrily. “That’s not what I meant,” Suzanne told him in defense, but the damage was already done. Looking to Henry, she saw him looking at her expectantly as she asked, “So when is this convention.” David’s face immediately lit up at her words, as did Henry’s as the older man answered, “It’s in three weeks, the last Friday of the month,” he told them. Looking at David, Suzanne realized she had another excuse as she told him, “Honey, that’s when you get your cast off. I can’t go. I need to drive you to the doctor’s,” she told him. Again her husband looked at her in anger as he finally said, “I’ll take a cab.” Suzanne looked at David, her eyes silently pleading with him. Although she enjoyed Henry’s company, going to a neighborhood outing, where her husband was also accompanying her, was one thing; going to an out-of-town party with another man seemed wrong.
Scouring her mind for any excuse, she said weakly, “But I don’t have anything to wear to a fancy dinner.” She knew it was a poor argument when David’s face once again lit up, hearing him say, “Well, I’m sure Henry can pick something out,” he told her to her surprise. “It’s not like he hasn’t bought you clothes before,” he laughed, as Suzanne at him, reluctantly agreeing. “He’s been to this, so he knows exactly what to pick for you to wear, isn’t that right Henry?” he asked. Suzanne realized she had lost the argument as Henry nodded, saying “It would be my pleasure to find you something and take you,” he told her. “And it’s still not too late to add you to the reservation,” he told them, “as well as enough time to book an extra room. That is, if you want to go Suzanne,” he said, looking at her. Looking at the two men—one looking like a dejected puppy at the prospect of going to another event alone and the other looking at her like he had won a lottery—Suzanne knew she had no ground to stand upon as she reluctantly shrugged her shoulders. “Fine, if it’s not too much trouble Henry, I’d be happy to go,” she told him with a wan smile. Suzanne again saw her husband smile, wondering what he was thinking. Actually, after the last couple months, she decided she knew exactly what he was thinking—he was excited she was going to go out in a public area and showing off her body. Hell, for all she knew could be fantasizing about her actually sleeping with Henry—something he suggested almost at the end of every party they had attended. Even having separate hotel rooms, she did not put it past him to fantasize that one night away would make her spread her legs for somebody who was almost a stranger or something even more incredible. “It’s no trouble at all,” Henry was saying to them. “In fact, I’ll go and call them now to change the reservations,” he said. “And don’t worry about the cost, my company can cover this easily,” he told them before Suzanne could say anything else. Finishing his beer, he stood up and let himself out. Once the front door clicked closed Suzanne turned to her husband. “What the fuck was that about?” she asked angrily. “What?” her husband asked innocently. “I thought it was a nice gesture. You heard how lonely he sounded talking about missing his wife, so why not help him out?” her husband asked. Although his statement and reasoning were solid, Suzanne knew him too well to let things remain quiet as she stated, “I’m not going to sleep with him if that’s what you’re thinking.” David laughed. “No, that is not what I was thinking,” he told her as she looked at him skeptically. “Not that I would,” he admitted to her surprised face. “What? I think it’s fucking exciting as hell to think about you with somebody else, sue me,” he told her with a shrug. “Heck, if not Henry then somebody else. You can have your pick at a convention,” he said to her with a smile. Suzanne suddenly felt sad as she asked, “Why do you want me to be with another man?” she asked quietly. “Are you not interested in me any longer? Do you not love me?” she asked, bringing herself almost to the point of tears. David pulled her into his arms sitting on the couch.
“Of course I love you,” he told her. “And I know you love me. It’s a sign of how much I love you that makes me comfortable with this. I know how much you’ve been aching for sex,” he told her bluntly. “All those hours in the shower weren’t because you are a cleaning addict,” he grinned at her. Suzanne’s face heated up crimson as her husband’s revelation on what she had been doing in the shower. Seeing her expression, he smiled. “Nothing to be ashamed about,” he told her. “I completely understand, and once we get this fucking cast off, I’m going to fuck you all day to catch up for lost time,” he laughed. “I just want you to enjoy life, and each man is a different experience, and I want you to feel that,” he told her. “And do you want another woman?” she asked, not knowing what to think at her husband’s words. “No,” he told her adamantly. “I am completely satisfied with you, but I know your libido is a lot more than mine,” he said with a grin. “The very fact you masturbated after we’ve made love for hours has shown me that,” he said as Suzanne again blushed. “All I am saying is think about it,” he finally told her. “If you’re uncomfortable about it, fine, don’t do it. I can’t help it that I fantasize about you with another man, and hearing it from you firsthand would be hot as hell, but I am happy where we are now. And you wearing clothes like around the neighbors is more than gratifying,” he told her. They did not talk any more about it, but Suzanne was left confused at her husband’s comments, as she had the entire summer. Over the weeks following that evening they did not discuss her being more provocative anymore, and things went back to normal, her working her ass off while David moped around the house feeling sorry for himself. Early in the week before the convention Henry brought over a printed copy of her reservation, reiterating how thankful he was for her agreeing to come with him, even if she was going to be bored with an old fart like him. Suzanne had to smile as she told him, “Nonsense Henry, you know I enjoy your company. This will be fun,” she told him. “I’m just sorry for the way David assumed things, he sometimes doesn’t think before speaking,” she added to Henry’s smile.

“And sometimes he acts without thinking too,” Suzanne quietly whispered to herself as she took another long pull from her chilled wine glass. Looking back over David, she saw him look heatedly at her. Then again, she realized, so were all the other men in the lounge. For some reason her gaze kept getting drawn to Chad and his fraternity brothers, their loud boisterous conversation overheard by everybody. At one point her heart began racing as Chad and his other friend, Eric—who had confronted her in the back hallway—caught her looking at them and both smiled. She felt blood rush to her face as she quickly turned away, hearing the men laugh. To her shame, blood was also rushing to other, more intimate, places. From then on she looked at them only through the bar mirror, her gaze still drawn to them, almost as a moth to a flame. To keep her mind off them, she thought again about the convention, although it did nothing to cool down the fire within her loins, and in fact, kept her arousal burning as she once again became lost in her reverie.

When Friday morning came Suzanne packed her bag before Henry arrived. He had told her to dress casually for the convention, telling her the top and shorts she had worn the evening he had been over were more than adequate. Although she was now comfortable dressing like that around their neighbor, she was not about to have her ass hanging out all day in public. Besides, men had no fashion sense—if it showed off boobs or ass, they were happy. As she would be seen with Henry, she wanted to look decent, knowing even if they were not a ‘couple’ her appearance reflected upon him, and Henry attended the convention every year, so she had no doubt they would meet up with acquaintances of his. Even if she was only wearing active wear, she wanted the outfit to match and compliment him.
They would be in the car for several hours, so Suzanne still wore something comfortable, selecting another of her workout outfits—a matching pink set consisting of a cropped zippered hoodie top and a pair of tight pink yoga capris leggings. Beneath the top she wore a bandeau sports bra, as much for support as functionality in case the cropped top was too hot, and beneath the pants she put on a pink thong, the pants hugging her ass too tightly to wear anything else—one of Suzanne’s biggest pet peeves were panty lines. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was happy with the results, the pants showing off her ass and legs, but not as blatantly as the shorts Henry had suggested. She packed light, planning to wear the same outfit when they came home, although she did pack a matching pink tennis skirt in case something spilled on the pants—her mother had always told her and Jen to never leave home without a spare change of clothes—as she tossed another white cropped t-shirt into the bag. Finally she added a pair of fleece short pajamas.
Although she typically slept nude with David—or only wore panties on occasion—when traveling she always had the fear of a fire alarm going off and having to run outside. The only thing else she packed was her make-up bag. Henry had bought her a cocktail dress earlier in the week, and although she had not seen it, David had approved.
It was almost embarrassing the older neighbor knew her measurements when her husband could not even remember a t-shirt size, but as the full drawer of clothes attested, he had put the knowledge to good use. “Ready?” David asked behind her, startling her as she turned and nodded. Her husband had not said anything more about the trip since the night she had accepted to go to the convention, but Suzanne knew her husband’s mind had not been idle wondering some perverse thought about her when she was gone. Her thoughts were broken when the doorbell rang, announcing Henry’s arrival. “Can you get that?” David asked. “I need to go to pee,” he said. Suzanne shrugged and reached for her bag, but David stopped her, saying, “No, you get the door, I’ll bring it when I’m done,” he told her. Once again she shrugged, chalking his offer up to another of his needs to feel useful, so left the bedroom to answer the door. “Wow, you look fabulous,” Henry greeted her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she invited him in. “I hope this is alright,” she told him. “You did say casual.” “It is perfect,” Henry told her enthusiastically. “I will be the envy of everybody at the convention with you by my side,” the old man beamed. Suzanne smiled genuinely for the compliment as David joined them, her overnight bag in his lap. Bidding her husband goodbye, she took the bag and gave him one last kiss before going outside and getting in Henry’s car. Although Henry was exceptional company, it was not long until the low monotonous tone of the car engine and wheels on the rode caused her to nod off, not waking until they had arrived at the hotel. It took her a moment to take stock of her surroundings, embarrassed to find she had fallen towards Henry, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. Apologizing for the inconvenience, Henry told her it was perfectly fine as he pulled into the hotel lot where they were staying, as well as where the convention was hosted. Suzanne was amazed seeing all the activity going on. There were hundreds of people, her never realizing landscaping was a big event. Getting out of the car, she was immediately aware of those hundreds of people seeming to all look at her. Feeling conscientious, Suzanne realized there were few women attending the event, and none of them as young or attractive as her. Mentally she was pleased with what she had chosen to wear, as her appearance, as she had thought, caused everybody to look at Henry in a new light. Henry was beaming like he had just won a major award, slinging both his and her bags over his shoulders with an energy unusual for somebody his age as he also reached around Suzanne’s waist, escorting her into the hotel. Suzanne knew he was showing off—or more to the point, showing her off. She let him hold her possessively, knowing it was all harmless fun. Just as she was his companion during the neighborhood parties to help him achieve respect from the other men in the neighborhood, she did the same thing here. With her mind still fuzzy from the three-hour nap, she also did not want to go through the effort of apologizing to Henry if she moved away, deciding to let him have his fun as he escorted her to the hotel counter. Handing the copy of her printed reservation and driver’s license to the clerk, she and Henry waited to check in.
Meanwhile she looked around, surprised to see as many younger men as older, commenting her observation to Henry. “Yes, landscaping is not simply an old man’s pastime,” he smiled at her, holding up his hand as she opened her mouth to apologize. “No, I’m just pulling your leg Suzanne. I would say the average age of most of the people here will be closer to your age. A lot of companies send their younger protégés to scout out all the new stuff, preferring to just do the bookkeeping and other managerial stuff. I, however, prefer to keep an active hand in things,” he told her as the clerk came back to them. “I’m sorry ma’am,” the clerk said to Suzanne, “but there is no reservation in your name,” she said. Looking at Henry in surprise, she was grateful when he stepped up and spoke to the clerk. “Try checking under the last name Fuller,” he told the clerk. “Ah yes, here it is,” the clerk told them, Suzanne immediately feeling relieved. “Mr. Henry Fuller, non smoking with a king-sized bed,” she said. Henry’s brow wrinkle in confusion as Suzanne looked at him as he said, “That’s two rooms with king sized beds,” he corrected. The clerk looked up from her computer saying, “I’m sorry sir. I only have one on the reservation.” Henry leaned over the desk in concern as he said, “No, check it again. I made one reservation about four weeks ago and the other about three weeks ago. You have the paper with the second confirmation number in your h and,” he told her. “I’m sorry sir,” the clerk said politely, “but the second reservation was apparently canceled,” she told him. “Canceled?” Henry exclaimed, “By whom?” he asked. “I’m sorry sir, we do not have that information. It would have been somebody with access to the confirmation number and reservation information to do so if that helps,” she said. Suzanne could see Henry’s concern and aggravation, and not wanting to make a scene, she put her hand on his arm and said, “It’s alright Henry. We’ll just get another room,” she told the man, who was clearly upset. “Just give us whatever you have available,” Suzanne told the young clerk. “I’m sorry ma’am,” the told them, “but we’re completely booked due to the convention—there are no more rooms available.” “What!” Henry exclaimed. “This is unacceptable, please call your manager,” he told her. “Sir, I’ll be happy to get my manger, but he will tell you the same thing. There are no vacancies left due to the convention,” she said. Henry looked back and forth between the clerk and Suzanne with obvious exasperation. Finally in exasperation he said, “Fine, we’ll just find another hotel,” he said. “Sir, you are welcomed to try,” the young clerk told him, “but I’m afraid you are going to find the same thing at every hotel. The convention has pretty much filled up every hotel within miles,” she told him. The older man’s anxiety was almost palpable, and Suzanne was afraid the elderly gentleman would have an aneurism or heart attack as she placed her hand on his arm to calm him down. “It’s alright Henry,” she told him. “We’ll just get a roll-away bed,” she told him, looking at the clerk with a smile. “I’m sorry ma’am,” the clerk once again told them, “but those are all reserved as well,” she said. Seeing Henry’s face turn red in anger, the clerk quickly added, “How about I check you into the one room and flag your name for another room, as well as a possible roller bed. I am sure there should be some last minute cancellations, and we can reserve you immediately when it happens,” she told them. Although Henry had been the calm one at first, his aggravation was obvious, so Suzanne took over, her neighbor obviously too upset to even think straight. Her husband was the same way when it came to small emergencies like this, so she simply smiled and told the clerk her suggestion would be fine. Finally checked in, Henry calmed down as then entered the elevator, completely apologetic. The man was genuinely upset, and Suzanne simply told him it was alright. “I am so sorry about this,” he told her for what probably was the fortieth time. Again she smiled at him, telling him it was no big deal, but Henry was insistent. “Yes, it is a big deal,” he told her. “I know you did not want to come to this convention in the first place. No, don’t argue, David manipulated us both. I just don’t want you to think I’m some sleaze-bag trying to get you into my room,” he told her, his nerves so fraught with anger, he was visibly shaking. Attempting to take his mind off the room situation, Suzanne did what she usually did to her husband in such situations.
Putting her arms around him and leaning against him, she said, “Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s out of our control and I don’t blame you for this,” she smiled, giving him a hug. “Let’s just check in and enjoy the convention and we can check with the front desk later for any cancellations,” she said. If was not her words, then the physical contact had its effect, as Henry noticeably calmed down, putting his arm around her in return, although he still apologized. Suzanne looked over to the bellhop who had watched the whole exchange as he carried their bags. She had seen him staring at her ass in the polished walls of the elevator and as she turned towards him, he quickly turned away in embarrassment, causing her to smile.
She felt a small thrill run through her at the inadvertent compliment, feeling another thrill run through her when Henry’s arm lowered and came into contact with her bare waist, his hand lightly caressing her skin as the elevator doors opened to their floor.

Suzanne smiled at her reflection in the hotel bar mirror, recalling how uptight Henry had been. She had been worried the man was going to have a coronary right there in the elevator at being so wound up, but eventually he had calmed down by the time they had dropped off their bags and went to the convention.
Suddenly her phone went off, and reaching for the small handbag she had brought, Suzanne felt her heart flutter seeing a text message from Raimon: