Mary’s Adventure, Part 3 of 6 [FM]

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CHAPTER 3 – MONDAY

I held the sturdy cardstock in my hand, studying it. Every pen stroke to every letter of every word. I rolled the wording around in my head, trying to imagine the voice that went to the author, what kind of accent he had, where he was from.
I had an admirer. The very idea set my heart aflutter, never mind the fact that he had admired me over the infinitely sexier, desirable Gina, who had been just a few steps away. I’d never had an admirer before. Even Frank had been a chance encounter. We’d been the only two people to show up to a campus event for a Christian organization. I had almost not come at all, and he’d only come because he’d had other plans that fell through at the last minute. We talked about this and that for hours, losing track of time until a janitor came by and kicked us out so that he could lock the building up. From that point on, we’d just kind of been a couple. But this man, this R, was a true, honest admirer. It made me feel like I was in a fairy tale.

I set the card on the nightstand, which also held the long stemmed rose that had accompanied the note. I stared happily for a moment. Then the darkness at the back of my mind chimed in, reminding me very simply that I could not remember the last time Frank had bought me flowers. I couldn’t honestly remember if he had ever so much picked a flower for me. Flowers just weren’t his thing. Great, I didn’t even know R’s full name and he had one up on my husband. At least I could remember Frank calling me an angel on several occasions, just like R had in the note, so he wasn’t falling completely behind.
I stood up and surveyed myself in the mirror. My tan was coming along, though not as quickly as I’d hoped. I could definitely tell that my skin was darker, but I wasn’t sure even Gina would notice the subtle shift. Oh, well. I could justify another day of sunbathing. Not that I needed justification, it was just another day in St. Bart’s, it was either sunbathe, stare at the beautiful view, or stare at the note again. Despite my newfound fondness for semi-public nudity, I wasn’t sure I was ready to flaunt myself, even clothed in my bathing suit, on the beach just yet. I pulled on the bathrobe and decided to get some breakfast.

Gina was already awake. Despite her fondness for partying, she had always been a surprisingly early riser. She was fond of catnaps, though, which made up for the lost sleep between her late nights and early mornings. She was already dressed, though in a casual, comfy ensemble of baggy grey sweatpants and a white tank top, with her hair still wet from, I assumed, the shower. It was times like this that I would have hated Gina if I didn’t love her so much. Had I worn the same look, I would have looked like a filthy slob. Gina looked like a model out of a magazine. She also looked happy, almost blissful. She’d gone out the previous evening while I fawned over the note and the flower. Much to my disappointment, I fell asleep before she came back, though I doubted she’d brought anyone back to the room, just from the general lack of a mess and the lack of the smell I’d become so familiar with in college. Whatever she’d done, if anything, had happened elsewhere, but she’d found her way back safely, and happily.

I plopped down on the couch, shaking her out of her reverie. “Hey you,” I said, doing my best to sound casual. “I didn’t hear you come in last night. What time did you roll in?” Gina seemed to take some effort to remember, then fished her phone out of her pocket to check the time.

“About…45 minutes ago.” She flashed me a smile that was almost as tired as her voice.

“45 minutes ago? I certainly hope you got some sleep at some point!” She shrugged.

“I passed out for a bit after the third orgasm, but he woke me up later for another round. So…a little, yeah.” I shook my head. “What?”

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“Am I?”

“You expect me to believe three orgasms?”

“What?” She giggled and leaned in. “You’re telling me Frankie doesn’t bring his A game?” I shot her a dirty look, causing her to raise her hands defensively. “Right, sorry. I forgot. No bedroom talk for you.” It had been a long standing rule. Just because Gina was open about her sex life didn’t mean I had to be. Here in St. Bart’s, though, it didn’t seem quite so scandalous, though. With a sigh, I relented, unceremoniously, to years of relentless questioning from my best friend.

“I…don’t think Frank has an A game, to be honest.” Gina seemed taken aback. Whether it was from my unexpected openness, or from the revelation that my sex life wasn’t exactly stellar, I couldn’t tell. I shrugged. “It’s just sex, right? No big deal.”

“Mary, sweetie,” Gina said, somehow managing to not sound condescending, “there’s nothing ‘just’ about sex. If sex with Frankie is ‘just sex,’ one of you is doing something wrong.” After a beat, she leaned in close and, in a loud whisper, finished “It’s usually the guy who’s doing it wrong.”

I huffed and stood, making my way to the kitchen area. I hoped I’d come off as indignant. In reality, I’d always known that Frank was average at best, and he was rarely at his best. I wasn’t sure just how much about my sex life I wanted to share with Gina just yet, though. St. Bart’s had squeezed a few details out of me, but I resolved to keep the rest under wraps for now. I turned back to apologize, but there was no need. Gina seemed to have accepted my reluctance to talk about it further, and had returned to her happy daze, staring out the window.

I don’t know how I lived so long without the simple joys of sunbathing. Laying naked and exposed beneath the sun was a perfect remedy for any stressor. It was like wiping my slate clean in one easy motion. Life was simple in the sun. I was pretty sure it had relaxed Gina to the point of slumber as she breathed heavily beside me. I let her sleep. We still had a while before we had to turn over to keep our tans even. As I laid there, my eyes closed, I nearly fell asleep as well, until a small sound sluggishly grabbed my attention.

It sounded like a throat clearing, a man’s throat clearing, but that couldn’t be. No one came out here except Gina and me. I opened my eyes and slowly craned my neck to look in the direction of the sound. There, wide eyed, stood a young bellboy who couldn’t have been more than 18, and who clearly had not been expecting to find us completely naked out here. I should have been embarrassed, I should have tried to cover myself, but his eyes darting from me to Gina was a bit of a turn on.

“Can I help you,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice level, without any hint of annoyance or lust. The boy jumped like he’d been bitten by a snake, snapping out of his trance and producing an envelope.

“M…message for m…Ms. M…Mary?” I couldn’t tell if the stutter was natural, or induced by nerves. I smiled and casually extended my hand towards him.

“Thank you,” I said with a cool smile, taking the envelope in my hand. I almost dismissed him, but I thought better. While this poor bellboy certainly would get too forward with his arousal, for fear of losing his job, the darkness in the back of my mind knew that I could at least have some fun with him. I swung my legs over the side of the deck chair and sat up, giving him a much better look at my form, with gravity taking their hold on my breasts the way the good Lord intended, giving them proper form rather than puddling under their own weight. Sexy. That sticky word came back around. I may not have been as busty as Gina, but I knew I looked good. Prideful, and therefore sinful, I know, but it was worth it to watch the poor bellboy’s eyes yoyo to my breasts before quickly returning to my face. I turned the envelope over in my hands slowly, admiring the quality paper in the sunlight, before returning my eyes to the bellboy.

“What is your name?” I tried my best to sound…smoky. Seductive. It was a trick I’d never even thought about trying. I honestly don’t know why I tried it then. This young man was attractive enough, tall and thin, Hispanic with his hair carefully cut and styled to look professional underneath the blue uniform cap. Maybe it was the uniform. It wasn’t elaborate, but the deep blue with gold buttons was alluring, not only from an official standpoint, but I’d also seen the uniform all over the hotel, from the front desk to the valets, the uniform was intimately connected to this place of self-discovery. Adorably, he had his hands folded in front of him with his arms extended downward, clearly in an attempt to look professional while hiding his crotch. I found myself curious as to what he was hiding.

“A…Alberto, Ms. M…Mary,” he stammered, doing an admirable job of maintaining eye contact.
“Well, Alberto, I thank you very much for this. Unfortunately, as you can see,” I said, gesturing to my general nudity in a way that had the demure housewife in me screaming in embarrassment, “you’ve caught me without my purse, so I can’t offer you a tip.”

“N…no need for a tip, M…Ms. M…Mary. My p…pleasure,” he managed to squeak out before turning around and rushing back inside. I watched him go, surprised by the effect I’d had on poor Alberto, especially considering Gina, with her large breasts on display, had been just behind me. Sexy.

“You know, if you wanted to suck his dick, all you needed to do was ask.” I nearly dropped the envelope as I jumped out of my skin and spun around. Gina was still on her back, eyes to the sky. She hadn’t moved a muscle since I’d heard her slight snoring earlier, save the wicked smile on her face. I grabbed the first thing I could lay my hands on, which happened to be my bikini top, and threw it at Gina.

“You scared me to death, Gina! I thought you were asleep!” She cackled and propped herself up on one elbow to face me, causing her impressive breasts to hang slightly, something I tried not to notice. She held up one half of my two piece.

“Big mistake, M..Ms. M…Mary,” she said with a wicked tone. “I think I may just keep this.” She wadded it up and made a show of sticking it in her bag with her tanning oil and other supplies.

“Gina…”

“Hey, you should have thought before you threw it at me!” She pointed at the envelope in my hands. “Read your damn letter and leave me and my new top in peace!” I thought about offering a retort, or making a dive for the top, but being reminded of the envelope, I realized I wanted to know what secrets it held more. I stuck my tongue out at her and broke the seal, unfolded the flap and took out the contents, a single piece of paper with a very familiar neat handwriting.

“To the angel from the lobby,

It was lovely to see you again, though you seemed too preoccupied with your friend to notice me. I do hope you enjoyed my present to you, and I can assure you more is yet to come. You are a rare beauty, one that I would relish the chance to get to know on a more intimate level.

“Enjoy your time by the pool,
-R”

I rolled the words around in my head, holding the paper in trembling hands. A more intimate level…what could that mean? Of course, part of me, the part that was growing in prominence and intensity with every act of rebellion I committed, knew full well what it meant. The words smoldered in my brain, and fresh images bloomed in my mind, of a faceless silver fox fucking the shit out of me on the floor of the lobby, as Gina had so eloquently put it. My free hand, sitting in my lap, moving without my realizing it on a conscious level, slid between my legs with the image vivid in my mind. I could see myself, face down on the tile of the entryway, my cheek against the cool floor, naked for all the bellboys to see. The concierge would watch as R pushed his way inside me, filling me in ways that I had never been filled before as I screamed out in pleasure. Suddenly, there was Alberto, unfastening his uniform pants and reaching inside…

“Well? What does it say?” Gina’s insistent voice broke the fantasy, and for the briefest of moments, I hated her. Stifling the bitter feeling, I was suddenly very happy that I had my back to Gina. I pulled my hand, already coated with my own moisture, and wiped it on my leg before turning and handing the letter over. Gina read it carefully before scoffing and throwing it back to me with a smirk.

“Figures, I’m the one that came down here to get laid, and you’re the one with a hot guy throwing himself at you.” I wanted to come back with some retort, some kind of denial that I would ever cheat on Frank. Honestly, though, I could still almost feel the cool tile on my cheek…

“Gina, please…”

“No, you didn’t think through your actions, and now you have to pay for it. Besides, public nudity is more acceptable here. I doubt most people will think twice about it. It’s almost dead in there anyways.”

We had finished our tanning, and while Gina was fully dressed again, I was naked from the waist up. Gina was holding my top hostage. “You can have it back when we get back to the room.”

“But I…” Gina put a finger up.

“No excuses. The sooner you get to walking, the sooner you get it back.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me to face the door, swatting my backside to spur me into action. It worked. Clothed only in what amounted to an elaborate pair of panties, I trudged through the door.

She was partially right. At first, my predominantly nude body went largely unnoticed. I got some small comfort when an employee walked by, and while he clearly saw me, he simply smiled and nodded, just like it was any other Monday. Step by step, I moved my way through the lobby. All seemed to be going well, until the sound of a loud smack startled me. I glanced in the direction of the sound to find an older couple at the check-in counter, maybe ten feet away, mere steps away from the cool tile from my fantasy. The wife had clearly just slapped the husband on the cheek. He was clearly embarrassed, but that didn’t keep him from stealing what I could only assume was not his first glance in my direction with a sheepish grin. I looked over to Gina, who just popped her wiggled her eyebrows and smiled.

I caught a couple more tourists from the hotel staring, even a couple women, which excited me more than it should have. One man even approached me, clearly with seductive intent, though he was only able to speak French. Gina, casual as anything, threw off some line in perfect French that shut the guy down flat. I looked at her, surprised, and she shrugged.
“When you travel as much as I do, you pick up some stuff. Especially when it comes to telling guys you’re not interested.”

We reached the elevator without causing too much calamity. My heart wash jack hammering in my chest as I, barefooted, ran the last couple feet to the opened doors. Collapsing against the handrail, I let out the breath I realized I had been holding. I heard the doors begin to slide shut behind me and I turned back. “That was crazy Gin…a…” Gina was there, or at least she was within eyeshot, standing just on the other side of the doors with the most wicked smile I’d ever seen. She just waved as the doors slid shut. I stared at the doors in confusion. Why would she be so smug about…

The sound of someone clearing their throat froze me. Standing in the corner was a man, about 25, who looked just as surprised as I was. He was attractive enough, taller than me, though not by much, with short, blond hair. He was lean, though not muscular, in a simple green polo shirt and khakis, and he was doing all he could to pretend like he hadn’t noticed I was mostly naked. I should have covered up, or faced the corner to hide myself. I should have been modest. Instead, I stepped forward slowly and punched the button for our floor, not only not making an effort to keep myself covered, but consciously angling myself in such a way that he would get the best look at my nearly naked form possible. He noticed, though my obvious showmanship still didn’t convince him that he was allowed to look. Feeling the moisture between my legs, I positioned myself in the corner opposite this new stranger, right next to the buttons. I did my best not to let him see me tremble.

“Sorry,” I said in a tone significantly less shaky then I felt. “My friend played a prank on me. I normally don’t go around like…well, like this.” He just forced a smile and nodded, still not looking. I didn’t quite know why, but I felt a need to get him to at least start to break out of his shell. Maybe Gina was rubbing off on me. “I guess, since you’ve seen me like this, it’s only polite to introduce myself.” I stepped forward and extended a hand. “Mary.” I could see the wheels turning in his head. He, for whatever reason, was not comfortable acknowledging a partially dressed woman, but I was also being polite, so he couldn’t outright ignore me. Finally, he reluctantly looked at me and took my hand, pumping it once.

“Chris,” he said shortly, then he took his hand back. That was enough to gain some insight. A gold band shone on his finger when he took my hand. Chris was married.

“That’s a beautiful wedding band, Chris. How long have you been married?” I kept my tone friendly. I, a married woman, was stuck in an elevator with a married man. I didn’t want to make the ride any more awkward than I had to.
He didn’t seem to be happy with my socializing, though. He sighed heavily, staring straight ahead, and curtly said “Three years. We’re here on our anniversary.”

“Oh, happy anniversary! My Frank and I have been married for six. College sweethearts, though he wouldn’t care for me being like this in public.” A wicked idea floated across my mind, courtesy of the darkness on the rapidly encroaching periphery of my mind. I didn’t approach him, but I did lean in, allowing my modest breasts to hand and jiggle slightly for his enjoyment. “Of course,” I said in a loud faux whisper, “there’s no harm in looking.” Chris groaned, though he was clearly trying to suppress it, and adjusted himself in the corner, trying to conceal his crotch while still staring straight ahead with impressive determination. I let the tension hang in the air for a moment, my heart doing its best to burst out of my chest. I suppressed a nervous giggle, though I thought I was going to burst a blood vessel from the extreme effort. Every instinct I had was telling me to tone it down and play modest, to stop even trying to flirt. After all, I’d never even flirted with Frank before, and a failure, even with a stranger, could be crushing to my newly developed, fragile ego. It was working, though. I seemed to be good, if rough around the edges, and it was FUN! The dark part of my mind knew that all I needed to do was push Chris just right. The right words right now, and I could be getting fucked in an elevator by a stranger. He had to know how turned on I was, the smell was thick in the air, and the elevator wasn’t that big. I could imagine him turning me around and pinning me against the wall. He wouldn’t even bother taking my bottoms off, he’d just pull them aside…

“Is your wife a jealous woman, Chris?” It wasn’t the right thing to say. I wasn’t aiming for the right thing to say. I wasn’t ready to cheat on Frank yet. I was keenly aware of the word “yet” at the end of that thought, though. No, what I said wasn’t the right thing, but it was damn close. Chris was interested. It was getting harder for him to not look at me. Just then, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Chris practically sprinted out the doors. With a laugh, I called after him, standing in the door to keep them from sliding shut. I had to call his name twice before he hesitantly came to a stop, almost to a bend in the hallway, and turned around. I pointed up at the burning red display that showed what floor the elevator was on.

“This is my floor.” Blushing furiously, Chris kept his head down as he rushed back down the hall, blowing past my petite frame easily. “Enjoy your anniversary,” I called over my shoulder and stepped out, allowing the doors to slide shut, leaving poor Chris all on his own.

I took a few steps towards our room before stopping. Who in the world was that? I had never acted that way before. The words were completely unlike anything I would ever consider saying, but they’d felt almost natural, and God help me, I hungered for Chris’s gaze. The burning shame from the lobby had evaporated in a semi-private setting. I hadn’t necessarily wanted to set him off into a lust-crazed frenzy, but I honestly couldn’t say I would have stopped him had he flown into one. I wasn’t even sure if I was being honest with myself in saying that I didn’t want him to get to that point. I could think of worse ways to spend an afternoon than being pinned against a wall in an elevator while a stranger rammed his throbbing…

A sharp swat on my behind brought me back. I hadn’t heard the elevator doors open in my daze, but there was Gina, wicked smile still plastered on her face. “Did you make a new friend,” she said slyly.

“Hm? Oh…Chris. No, he’s…I mean, I’m…” The words just didn’t want to come.

“Ooh, you’re a little flushed,” Gina crooned, pressing the back of her hand against my cheek. “Are we embarrassed?” I just hoped that she couldn’t smell me like Chris could no doubt smell me in the elevator. I shrugged.

“Nothing happened,” I muttered, and started down the hall. It wasn’t a lie. Just because I wanted him to take me didn’t mean anything. I reached the door to our room several steps ahead of Gina, but realized that, being clothed only in bikini bottoms, I didn’t have our key. I turned back to Gina, who was taking her sweet time. I think she was hoping to get a rise out of me, or to cause me to panic, but mostly, I just wanted to get in the room and take a shower. I needed some time to think, to order out exactly how I felt. When she saw I wasn’t going to freak out, she seemed to pick up the pace, and in short order, we were back inside the confines of our room. I made a beeline for the bathroom, hungering for the warm, cleansing spray.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I stopped and looked over my shoulder. Gina was standing with my top hanging over one finger by a string. Oh, right. I’d completely forgotten why I had found myself in the situation with Chris in the first place. I walked back and snatched it off her finger.

“I’ll be in the shower,” I muttered.

What would Frank think?
I had just openly flirted with a married man in an elevator in nothing more than glorified panties. He’d be upset. Livid. Furious.

Not as mad as if he knew what I’d wanted to happen.

R pinning me to the floor in the lobby, Chris taking me in the corner of the elevator…I had never thought about cheating on my husband, not for one second. I had always remained thoughtful in both my thoughts and actions. Now, twice in the last hour, I had been lustfully, sinfully driven to a point where I was willing to cross that line. Not just cross it, leap across it, and in public, no less. St. Bart’s was proving to be a dangerous place for me. Any self respecting, God fearing woman who loved her husband would be on the next flight home, ready to atone for all she’d done.

So what did that make me?

I wasn’t booking a flight home for tonight or tomorrow. I was standing in a hot shower, the water beating down on me as I sat on the bench, squirming at the mercy of my own fingers at the thought of R, Chris, and Alberto, first one at a time, then, as sinful as I knew it was, in varying combinations. I had never masturbated before, not to any significant degree, so my fingers were clumsy, but effective. I didn’t manage to bring myself to climax before my arm tired out on me, much to my disappointment. Here I had taken a shower to calm myself down and think more rationally, and instead I had found myself crossing another line. Not only that, but I found myself closer to the ultimate line. Feeling the water beating down on my hand as I rinsed off the proof of my sinful behavior, one thought, one terrifying thought, dominated my mind.
“I am not strong enough not to give in,” I whispered, and the darkness in my mind rejoiced.

Frank still hadn’t texted me back. I would have been concerned by the complete silence if I wasn’t so angry. All I needed was a word from him, some kind of encouragement, and I might have been able to keep a handle on this lust burning inside me. A simple “Love you, have fun,” might have done me well enough to skate by for a couple days, but this silence, this complete lack of support…well, I’m only one woman. Could I be held responsible, in the face of circumstances stacked against the very concept of me remaining faithful, if I strayed just a little bit? Surely, Frank would be just as much to blame as me. No doubt.

Of course, I did have my Bible with me. I could have looked for strength there, like I had at every other moment of difficulty in my life. The Bible wouldn’t allow me to do what I knew, deep down in my soul, I wanted to do, though. So my Bible, my rock and my refuge in times of weakness, stayed safely stowed away, out of sight and out of mind.

Dinner came as a surprise. Sitting in my room, alone, lost in thought, I heard a knock on the room’s front door, followed by a muffled conversation between Gina and someone else. I could find no reason to care. I was busy grappling with the concept of cheating on my husband, racking my brain for any reason I could find not to and coming up woefully short. Gina’s knock at my door forced me to care. I stood from my bed and answered.

“Mary, sweetie, you might want to come out and see this.” She had a smug grin on her face, almost jealous. I stepped out the door and immediately saw the culprit.

Room service had dropped off a bouquet of roses, beautifully red in a clear vase with a black ribbon, just like the one from the box the day before, with a familiar looking noted sitting next to it. I approached the flowers like they were something out of a dream, like if I moved too quickly, they might disappear. Gently, I plucked the note from the beautiful display and unfolded it.

“To the angel from the lobby,

“I had hoped to see you at dinner downstairs tonight, but a woman of your beauty must have had other plans. Just in case, though, I figured I would ensure you did not get snatched up by another suitor. I am aware that it is customary when trying to woo a beautiful young woman to send her a dozen roses. Last night, it would seem I came up short. Please accept these eleven to bring it to a round dozen with my most sincere apologies. I look forward to gazing on your beauty once more.

-R”

I looked over the roses again. I didn’t know much about flowers, but these were gorgeous, and could not have been cheap. Gina, who had read the note over my shoulder, seemed to have a similar thought, letting out an impressed whistle.

“Mary, honey, if you don’t fuck this guy, I may just have to do it for you…”

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