Away From Home 1

It was his last day out of town. Eric headed for straight for the hotel bar.

“Having the usual?” the bartender asked.

“Sure thing, Max.” Eric chuckled to himself. “I guess coming here for a week every year for the last five years makes you a regular.”

Eric glanced around as he nursed his beer. “Looks like the same crowd,” he thought. But one person was missing. “Where is she? I know I heard her saying she would be here one more night.”

“Leaving tomorrow?” Max asked.


“Leaving tomorrow?” he repeated.

“Sorry, got lost in thought. Yep headed home” Eric replied as he glanced around again.

Max couldn’t help but smile. He knew who Eric was looking for. He too had noticed she was later than normal. He had been watching them both all week. He had seen it before. They were obviously meant for each other.

An hour had passed. Eric had given up. The beauty he had been obsessing over all week had obviously left early. He downed what was left of his beer and tossed a twenty on the bar.

“Thanks Max. It’s been nice talking to you. See you next year.”

“Where you goin’?” Max asked as he set another beer down. “You got one more…from the lady!” Max smiled as he motioned to the end of the bar.

Eric’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was even more beautiful than the previous nights. Eric took her all in. He couldn’t help but stare. Tonight she was dressed in a short black skirt and low cut blouse. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her green eyes sparkled in the dim bar light. There was a slight stir in his pants when he took notice of her innocently dangling one of her heels from her nylon covered feet. Nylons or stockings? Eric couldn’t help but wonder.

“Well, are you going to stare all night or are you going to talk to her?”

“Jesus Max, I’m a married man!”

“I said talk, not fuck! She’s had her eye on you all week. And I’ve seen the way you look at her when she walks in here.”

Eric hesitated. “You’re right. Talk…what can it hurt?”

“That’s the spirit! Besides, you owe her at least a ‘thank you’ for the drink.”

Eric had never done anything like this before. He was happily married for ten years now. He was not the type to have a wondering eye. But there was something about her. Something intriguing. He had to talk to her. He swallowed hard, picked up his drink and headed to the opposite end of the bar.

She shifted in her seat as he approached. Her skirt rose just enough for Eric to catch a quick glimpse of the garter straps holding up her stockings. Fuck! Stockings! He had to fight to keep his cock from jumping to full attention. They were his one weakness!

“Thanks for the drink. I’m Eric. Mind if I join you?” he said as he approached her.

“Sure…but I didn’t buy you a drink.”

Eric looked back across the bar at Max puzzled. Max only smiled and winked.

“He set me up!” Eric murmured.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, sorry,..Nothing. I’m Eric.”


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