Business Trip Chapter 5

Business Trip Chapter 5

Copyright © 2024 by W. Richard St. James

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental

A BLAST OF country western music startled him back to consciousness. What? It was morning? How was that possible? He was still snuggled in against Ann, still inside her. And he really, really needed to pee. He pulled away, which provoked a little shriek.

“Need to pee.”

“Me too.” She went sprinting off through the side door, into her own bathroom. What if they only had one room? There was always the sink by the closet, which he went for anyway because he was not going to make it as far as the toilet.

“Sorry about that.” She ran back in at almost the same speed she had left, and got back on her side. “Let’s try this again.”

“What?”

“Give me a nice back rub.”

“You are one crazy bitch.” Okay, no way to brush his teeth. Just swish out his mouth at least. Put the rubber back on? It was smelly, slick with her juices, but what the heck. Just going to get that way again. He lay down beside and pushed back in. No need for pretense.

“Rub. I want a rub.”

Okay. What the hell. She was a lot skinnier than Jane. Hard to find any flesh to rub on that bony back. And she was dozing off. What? She was going to take a nice little nap now, after she’d blasted him out of bed in the middle of the night? Fuck her, fuck the bitch. And he did, harder and harder as she snored away. Finally he turned her over on her belly so he could get more leverage.

“What happened to my rub?”

“You fell asleep. Again.”

“That’s what I wanted. I wanted you to fuck me while I was sleeping.”

“I was fucking you while you were sleeping.”

“Oh. I don’t remember.”

“Women.” God, they were all alike.

“Okay, just get it over with. We need to get to breakfast.”

What? As if it was his idea in the first place? “What do you want?”

“I want you to not care what I want. I want you to use me for your pleasure while I lie here helpless.”

“Really? Like this?” He moved his knees to pin down her legs, grabbed her wrists behind her back with one hand, her hair with the other.

“You’re pulling my hair.”

“This better?” He freed her hair and used that hand to swat her ass instead. She gasped, and started to spasm around him, milking him. He gave her a few more hair tugs and butt slaps just for safety’s sake. “Enough?”

“Bastard.” She squirmed away from him and went sprinting back into her own room. Leaving the side door open. He trailed after her. She was sitting on the toilet, sobbing.

“I’m sorry,” he ventured.

“No you’re not. You were enjoying every second of it. You were enjoying hurting me.”

“Only because you asked for it. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“You didn’t have to be so fucking enthusiastic about it. Promise me you won’t ever do that again?”

“Unless you ask me to.”

“Even then. I never knew you had such a nasty side. Do you ever do that to your wife?”

“Jane is not into that kind of thing.”

“Oh. We should get to breakfast.” With that she closed her eyes, visible strain on her face, rocking a bit. He beat a hasty retreat.

A few minutes later they were downstairs at the breakfast, at a table off in the corner.

“So tell me true, how many girls have you ever spent the night with?”

“Four, including you.”

“Four. Okay your wife would be one. That student who seduced you?”

“Good guess.”

“The college girl who turned into a slut?”

“Yep. Although never in college. Out in Berkeley. The summer after I graduated she went out to stay with her sister. I went out there for a few weeks. There were five ladies staying in the house and I was the only guy. I remember the mother of one of the other girls came to visit and she was looking at me like I was ultimate hippie.”

“You? I’m finding this hard to visualize.”

“Well the girl friend thought this was the perfect opportunity to loosen me up. She bought me a pair of blue jeans; she made me grow a mustache. It was like hippie makeover time.”

“Guess it didn’t stick.”

“My whole generation went from hippie to yuppie. We took a trip down to Big Sur with the sister and her friends, and you would have said, yep, those are hippies all right. What about you?”

“Me? Never into the hippie thing. That was before my time.”

“No. How many guys have you spent the night with?”

“Two. Including you. I guess we should get going.” They gathered up the bag with clothes for the lake and headed outside.

“So tell me, why did you get married?” Ann asked that as they got into the car.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. Why did I get married? Why did I start going to church again?” Brad gave a sigh. “I know my second girl friend, the crazy student, was more or less living with me. We would go to her apartment for a fuck and then dinner, and then back to the hotel to spend the night. And she was trying to turn it into a marriage, cooking for me, wearing a nightgown. Even talking about a baby. It was scaring me.”

“Is that why you broke up with her?”

“I didn’t. But it did contribute to the breakup. She was pushing too fast. Then there was this other girl. One I knew from high school. She’d been the steady for one of my best friends, but that sort of faded when they went off to college. We would go out over the summers all during college and the summer after.”

“Even though you had this serious girl friend?”

“Well we always had an understanding that we would date other people over the summer. So anyway, that same summer I wound up home again, and I looked this girl up. Well, she was pretty, but always a little chubby. Something had made her lose a lot of weight and all of a sudden she looked like a supermodel. So we started to do our drive in thing again and she was getting into it a lot more than she ever had before. Then she invited me over to dinner; to meet her parents. And her father is talking about how he needs someone to take over his oil heating business.”

“Oh no!”

“Well we both went back to school, far away from each other, and that was the end of that. She wound up marrying someone else the next summer. And so did I.”

“So why did you get married?”

“Why did you get engaged?”

“Oh, well, when we got out of college our parents sort of said we should at least get engaged if we wanted to keep having a relationship. So we did. I think the idea was that we would move in together, but that never happened.”

“It was sort of like that. Jane wasn’t willing to go further without being engaged. And I said no, if we were going to go that far we were going to get married. So we did.”

“Oh. So you never really tried just being engaged?”

“Not really.