Janelle and I walked several blocks from the hotel to a restaurant for brunch on Sunday morning. We left the hotel about an hour and a half after I was ready to go. I spent the time waiting for her to get ready drinking hotel room coffee and watching an old movie on TCM. It was no great hardship. I like watching movies made in the 30s and 40s more than the current crop of films. It's like time travel. The coffee, however, could have been better.
On the way to the restaurant I marveled at how a woman could take so much time getting ready yet look so natural as a result. I mean that as a compliment. Janelle looked squeaky clean, fresh, and glowing-- not overly made up.
The restaurant was a place that specialized in breakfast all day and had a name with an egg joke imbedded in it. They were busy but we didn't have to wait long to be seated. I had bacon, eggs, and grits. And good coffee. I'm wary of grits in places that aren't mom & pop restaurants but their grits were done right, slow cooked and good with cheddar, real butter and ground black pepper. Janelle had an omellette and coffee. As we left we agreed that we wouldn't need much else to eat all day.
As we got closer to the hotel on our walk back we stopped at this small greenspace-- not a full-blown park, just an area with shaded benches where you can watch people out and about in the shopping village. We talked about a few things, still getting to know one another, when Janelle started a people watching game. She spotted a couple walking, well out of earshot, and said, "I say he enjoys it when she does it cowgirl but she'd really rather take it doggystyle. What do you think?"
I looked at Janelle, wondering if she was crazy. Then I looked at the 20-something couple. "I disagree. He's afraid to try anything but missionary and she's frustrated because her last boyfriend always did her from behind. She misses him terribly."
"Either way, they need to communicate more," Janelle said. Then she spotted a couple in their 50s and said to me, "You start this time."
This went on for about three more rounds and was mildly amusing. Then I said to Janelle, "What if someone was watching us sitting here and played this silly game on us? What would they say?"
She looked at me for a second. "First, they'd think it was pretty unlikely that a sweet young woman like me would have a sexual relationship with such a curmudgeonly old man. But, if forced to come up with something, they'd say that I enjoy everything of a sexual nature while you are just grateful for some attention."
After a moment I said, "Well, they'd be right about me but would they be right about you?"
"Pretty much," she said.
"So, there's nothing you prefer over everything else?"
Janelle waited until two guys had walked past us a few steps.
"Well, since you're so persistent, I really enjoy being on my knees, fingering my pussy, while gagging on cock."
"Sweetheart, this sure is your lucky weekend. Too bad for you I'm so old."
"By the way, young lady, those guys heard you."
We went into the city for the afternoon. We visited lots of galleries and little shops that Janelle likes. She bought a few things for herself and I bought her a watercolor she liked. We got back to the hotel around 6 PM and after hanging around the suite for an hour or so we went out to get a light meal. We were back in the suite by 8 o'clock. Frankly, the whole day had been like one of those Cialis ads where they urge guys to take a pill every day because you never know when the time will be right to fuck. The more time I spent with Janelle the more attractive she was to me.
"I brought all this stuff to wear," she said, "and last night you didn't let me wear anything but my shoes."
"They were nice shoes," I said.
"Still, I wanna dress up..."
I told her that if she let me get cleaned up first she could spend as long as she wanted getting ready for the evening. So, about twenty minutes later, there I was watching an old movie again while she was in the bedroom / bathroom side of the suite getting ready. I actually could feel my heartbeat the longer I waited for her. I did some deep breathing techniques to get my heart back under control.
It was just after 9 PM when the bedroom door opened slightly, "Mr. Wilson?"
"I think I'm ready, can you turn the TV off?"