Message-ID: <7209eli$9801120005@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7209.txt> From: charl32@hotmail.com (Charlie) Subject: rp: deirdre - Honeymoon Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <charl32-1101981318230001@slctnt142.inquo.net> I am not the author - this is merely a repost Honeymoon by deirdre, 10/2/94 There she was again. I'd just come down from our suite and had ordered a drink. Connie wasn't quite ready yet and had told me she'd meet me in the bar. And I saw this woman, there at the bar. I'd seen her before when Connie and I were checking in. We'd just flown in-- our honeymoon--and I noticed this woman across the lobby watching us. She was staring a bit and I wondered if it were someone we knew. I didn't recognizer her at all. Connie didn't notice her which was good because it might have spooked her. Now the woman was there in the bar, sitting at the other end. I glanced her way again. She was looking at me! I tried not to look her way, but it was so strange and I wanted so much to know what this was about. When I looked back, she winked at me! My heart was in my throat. *I* was spooked. Before I took my eyes off her she gave me a little, calculating smile. Any other time--well, back when I was single--these things never happened to me. Then I'd have been calculating how to play my cards right. She certainly was attractive--slender, long brown hair, deep tan. But the way she was acting--she *must* have seen me come in with Connie! What was she up to? "Hi." She'd walked up while I wasn't looking! "Hi," I answered. I didn't know what to do with *this*. Connie would be down any minute. "Do you come here often?" She was feeding *me* lines. I glanced at her face again. She looked so calm. "First time." She leaned to my ear: "Come up to my room," she whispered. This was *too* much. It had to be a dream! A *nightmare* at that. The bluntest comeon I'd ever heard of and Connie coming down at any time! "Too late," I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage. "It's *never* too late," she said, with her enigmatic smile. Suddenly I had a *very* uneasy feeling! I glanced the other way and there was Connie standing right at my other shoulder! She looked angry. Very angry, and I was stunned, wondering what to do next. She spoke through her teeth in a low voice to me: "Get rid of her!" She darted away. I ran along behind her and caught her arm. "Honey! She..." She turned on me. Then continuing in her low but hard voice: "Just get rid of her! I'm going to the women's room and she'd better be gone when I'm out!" Then she was gone. I looked back at the bar. There was the woman. She was looking at me and she smiled when I looked at her. She raised her drink in a little mock toast. I walked back. "Listen," I started. "She go to the women's room? I'll catch her," and she was gone! Off towards the restrooms. I couldn't believe the disaster--Connie was going to *explode*! What a way to start a honeymoon. I sat there wondering what I'd done wrong. Why was this happening to me? I waited on pins and needles. What would go on in there? What could I do? If Connie came out mad and went back upstairs, I'd have to follow her, immediately. What was taking them so long? I saw Connie. She walked over to me. She didn't look so mad. I waited for her, there at the bar. As she approached, I saw the other woman come out and lean against the wall. She *smiled* at me, again! "Honey, let's go," I began. We'd been planning to walk the strip and find an interesting looking joint. She pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Go with her," she whispered. "What!?" I was sure I'd heard her wrong. "Go with her," she repeated, softly but out loud rather than whispering in my ear. "Honey! What are you saying?" "Go upstairs with her! *Please*!" "Honey, let's get going." I made ready to go and took her arm. "No, *please* honey, you've *got* to do this for me. Please?" She looked desperate! "Just this once--*please* don't ask questions, OK? Please, just go with her? Please? Please, for me?" -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>