It is a bit cliche, but I’m an older guy posting some experiences to relive and preserve them a little. I hope that you can also enjoy these. Here we go.
It wasn’t the first time we had gotten together. I need to think about that some more before I write anything down.
We were both married at the time. We’d been meeting up at hotels here and there a few times. Today, we chatted and she proposed meeting at a motel. She would book the room this time. I took off work for the rest of the day, went to buy some condoms, looked at the map, deleted history, turned off location services, and headed out there. The drive is always a little nerve wracking. She picked a spot about halfway between us. I appreciated her generosity and fairness that she always seemed to possess at least in things like this. Along the way nerves turned to excitement as she texted me the room number, and pulling in to the parking lot and searching for the room, that excitement builds into anticipation. I knocked on the flimsy motel door and she opened it pulling me in for a hug and a kiss. I shut the door behind me still locked in an embrace.