A Casual Affair

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
It is a story about a middle-aged woman, Meg, who accompanies her husband on a business trip to Las Vegas. She meets Roberto, a much younger man, and succumbs to an exciting temptation.

Submitted: May 05, 2016

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  A Casual Affair

 

Rob was up early. The wake-up call from the front desk of the motel had been right on time. It was 6:00 Monday morning and he had only an hour to get dressed, eat breakfast and get to the conference room of this motel in downtown Las Vegas. On second thought, he decided he would skip breakfast.

Rob got out of bed, washed and dressed. He checked his watch. It was getting late so he had to hurry. He walked over to the bed, leaned over his sleeping wife and kissed her. “Gotta go, Meg,” he said. “You just stay in bed as long as you feel like it. I’ll see you this evening.” Joking he added, “Have a good day and don’t get into any trouble.”

Sleepily she replied with the usual, her eyes half open, “Ok. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Rob grabbed his brief case and walked out of the room.

The short interlude had begun to wake Meg up. She laid in bed for a while, but with the sunlight shining through the windows and her mind becoming active with thoughts of what she was going to do, she yawned, threw the covers back and sat up. “What to do today,” she mumbled.

Meg dressed, put on her makeup and took one last look at herself in the mirror before leaving the room. She had on a sporty outfit of shapely black slacks with matching tennis shoes and a short-sleeved red collared shirt. She smiled as she studied her image. She reached up and unbutton the top four buttons of her shirt. “Maybe I’ll just show a little cleavage for the boys out there.” She laughed, picked up her purse and walked out.  

She decided breakfast would take too long. She wanted to try her luck at the slot-machines in the motel casino. As she was sitting at a machine, a waiter appeared. He was a nice looking young man. She guessed him to be in his early twenties. He had dark hair, almost black and bright blue eyes. He smiled and said, “Hello, my name is Roberto. I am the server for this area of the casino. Can I get you something, cocktail, martini, beer or water?”

Meg looked him over. Something about him excited her. “Yes,” she said, “I’ll have martini with a  whisper of vermouth.”

“Yes, Mam,” Roberto replied.

Before he could walk away, Meg laughed, “And don’t forget the olive. That’ll be my breakfast.”

“I won’t,” with that, Roberto walked away. Meg’s eyes followed him for a short distance and then returned to the slot-machine.

Over a course of the next few hours, Meg didn’t win much money, but she did put away a few martinis and became pretty good friends with Roberto. Roberto’s shift ended at 1:00 in the afternoon and he invited Meg to come to his room for a couple more drinks. Meg was pretty tipsy by this time and she accepted with the expectation of something exciting.

They had a drink in Roberto’s room, but that wasn’t the only thing on Roberto’s mind, and some things happened that shouldn’t have.

That evening, at dinner with her husband in the motel restaurant, Meg was sitting opposite Rob. She had her elbows on the table and was staring past Rob toward the wall on the other side of the room.

“What are you staring at, honey,” Rob asked.

“Nothing,” Meg replied. “I’m just tired.” As she spoke she could vision the image of Roberto. She remembered how courteous he had been. How gentle.

“Well,” Rob insisted, “what did you do today? You must’ve done a lot of walking. Yes, you do look tired, but all day I have looked forward to this dinner. I wanted to tell you about the conference.”

“Yes. Go ahead,” Meg answered mechanically. “Tell me.”

Rob could hear the submission in her voice, but disinterest was written all over her face. “You don’t want to hear anything. Do you.”

The rest of the meal was an exercise in silence. They both ate their dinners and went back to their room. Meg undressed and laid down on the bed and was asleep within minutes. Rob sat up on the bed and watched TV.

The next morning, hardly any words were spoken between them. Rob left for his conference meetings and Meg got ready to go out. Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She opened the door. It was Roberto.

“Good morning,” Roberto said with a smile.

Surprised, Meg said, “How did you find my room?”

“Oh, I have my ways.” He paused, then added, “I waited till your husband left for the day before I knocked on your door.”

“I see that. Come on in.”

Roberto entered her room. As he walked toward a chair, he said, “I have the day off and I was wondering if I could show you around Las Vegas?”

Meg thought for a moment and replied, “Well, my husband probably wouldn’t be very happy with that.”

“I expect not,” Roberto replied and looked down at the floor.

“But,” Meg smiled and said, “I think that is a great idea.”

They spent the day playing slot machines, attending shows and finally, as the afternoon came to a close they played a game of miniature golf. At the end of the game, they were walking down a small railed ramp. Roberto has holding her hand and he tugged on it and moved against her, pushing her against the rail. He leaned forward and whispered, “I think I am beginning to fall in love with you.”

“You shouldn’t,” Meg replied. “I’m married.”

“I know, but I can’t help it.”

Meg looked into this blue eyes. Her heart warmed and she said, “I guess I feel the same way.” She leaned forward and they kissed. Roberto put his arms around her and held her tightly. She held him and they kissed again.

That evening at the motel room, Rob and Meg were watching TV. There was no conversation. They had hardly said anything to each other that whole evening. Suddenly, Meg said, “Rob, I’m getting on an airplane and flying home in the morning. I don’t want to talk about it. I am just going to do it.”

Surprised, Rob said, “I guess…if that is what you want.” He hesitated, looked around the room. “Well, ok then. I’ll take you to the airport in the morning before the conference.”

It was a restless night and in the morning Meg caught a flight for Moline, Illinois. As she was in the plane on the runway and the wings lifted the plane higher and higher into the skies, she thought about Roberto, the young man she had loved–if only for a day.

 


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