Secret Rendezvous
She felt so ashamed. Why was she doing this? A grown woman, sneaking into out of the way motels in the middle of the day. It was so sordid, so tacky. And why her? One of her daughters friends. The daughter of a woman she didn't particularly like, a woman who always seemed to have something superior to say about her own daughter. So, why was she doing this? Why?
Because it made her feel good, that's why.
As usual, she arrived first, renting the motel room. A ground floor room, with her car carefully backed into the space several rooms away, to hide the license plate. Was that a smirk on the desk clerks face? Was she even remotely interested in what this middle-aged business woman was doing with a motel room in the middle of the day, on a weekend?
The room was nice and clean, in good repair. Thankfully the air conditioning worked well, so she turned it on, standing with her face to it, as it cooled off her sweating body. Should she shower, first? What if the girl didn't show, never meet her again like this?
A soft knock sounds on the metal door, so unlike the girls personality. Glancing out the peephole, the woman saw her standing there, shuffling her feet, glancing around shyly, biting her lip. She trembled as she opened the door, and the two stared at each other, eagerly, but still shyly. She reached out her hand, touched the girls shoulder, pulled her inside.
They rushed into each other's arms, eager lips meeting passionately. Trembling hands explored each others bodies, as buttons were unsnapped, zippers pulled down, and shoes kicked off. Soon enough, silky smooth skin was bared, and the two women, younger and older, sank down togther in ecstacy. Soft whispers became frenzied panting followed by repressed groans. Slowly, oh so slowly, the two slowed down, spent, exhausted, relaxed.
They drowsed for precious minutes, safe in each others arms, safe from the outside world, which didn't understand them, never understood them. They both knew it wasn't love, neither one of them could ever afford that. The scandal would ruin both their lives.
Still, it was so hard to see each other sometimes, and not be able to reach out and touch, whisper loving words, explore the soft skin concealed under the fashionable clothing. With a sigh, the girl got up first and dressed, followed slowly by her lover. A quick application of the necessary makeup, to replace that so lovingly removed, and they stood at the door, holding hands, gazing into each others eyes. A gentle, almost chaste kiss followed, and the girl opened the door, turning slightly before leaving. She whispered, barely loud enough to be heard by the other.
"Next Saturday, Helen?"
"I'd love to, Sandi."