Cheating on Patricia Part II (Arlene)

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I was sitting at the edge of the bed when the bathroom door swung open and Patricia stepped out. Wearing only a towel as a turban, her naked body tanned and toned, she rummaged through her bag looking for a pair shorts. She bent over giving me a clear view of her pale buttocks. She turned in my direction. Her breasts bore the marks of a day in the sun with two white triangles tattooed over each tiny breast. Her pink nipples were fat and erect, as the cold air from the air conditioner coaxed them awake. Before slipping into her shorts I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. With her breasts now at the level of my face, I glided my tongue over each one methodically. Her nipples responded to my tongue by elongating ever so slightly while the skin of her areolae wrinkled and tightened. She playfully pulled away. “Haven’t you had enough for today?” she asked with a giggle. “You know I can never get enough of you.” I responded. She reached down and slid into her shorts slowly. The pale inverted triangle that covered her crotch disappeared underneath the terrycloth. “I need to get some rest” she declared. “I think I am coming down with a cold.” Her reluctant smile transformed into a slight frown. She slid head first onto the bed, her topless body gently nestled atop the bed sheet. “Wake me up in an hour or two,” she requested. “Sure sweetie, get some rest,” I added. A few hours had passed when I awoke her. She resisted my nudges and even managed to push my hand away from her. “Sweetie, it’s eight o’clock, let’s get something to eat,” I suggested. “I don’t feel well,” she moaned. “Can you go and buy me some medicine?” “Aw baby,” I consoled her. “I’ll go to the pharmacy and get you something.” şişli escort Patricia did not respond. She cleared her throat a few times and coughed. She then began to snore. I returned from the pharmacy about a half hour later with a bottle of Nyquil and poured her a medicine cup full. She groggily gulped it down, plopped back onto the pillow and was sound asleep. I turned off the lights, turned on the TV with no volume and laid beside her and dozed off. It was close to midnight when I woke up. I glanced at Patricia and noticed that she had turned on her side, her back facing me. I placed my hand on her neck and felt her warm skin. She was running a fever. “Patricia,” I whispered. “How do you feel honey?” “Terrible,” she snorted. She grabbed the sheet and covered her head. “Baby, you have a fever.” I got up from the bed and poured her another shot of Nyquil. Again, she swallowed it. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Don’t worry babe. Tomorrow you will feel better,” I responded. “I’m going out for a walk ok?” “Be careful,” Patricia said, as I quietly exited the room, carefully assuring that the door would not slam. *** I walked through the empty lobby and saw Arlene behind the counter. She was smartly dressed in a long sleeved white blouse, a crisp black vest and perfectly pressed black slacks. Her braided hair reached below her shoulders; the ends whimsically tied to white beads. Her rimless glasses gave her a professorial look, her unblemished face smooth with a rich brown tone. She smiled as she saw me approach. “Hey there mister…You are certainly up late tonight,” she mused. “Yep, my girlfriend is sick in bed and I just woke up,” I continued, “I am going to go for a walk mecidiyeköy escort on the beach and get some of that good ocean air.” “I wish I could go get away from behind this counter with you,” she added, “but I cannot go on break for another hour or so.” I found it rather odd that she would be so forward. I was curious. “I can wait for you if you like,” I commented. I stood chatting with her at the counter for almost an hour. She spoke to me about her family and her job. Although relaxed, our conversation seemed rushed; as if we both of us had a predetermined level of comfort that we wanted to attain as quickly as possible. The more she spoke, the more I learned about her. In a very short period of time, I felt as if I had known Arlene my whole life. I spoke about myself also and she seemed overly enthralled listening to the superficial details I provided regarding my own life. We went from strangers to acquaintances, to friends, to good friends in the time the second hand on the large clock behind the counter completed sixty laps. It was past one in the morning. I stopped jabbering about my life when she yawned deeply. “I’m sorry,” she said apologetically. “No, don’t apologize.” “I have no idea how you can stay up the entire night,” I added. “Actually,” she stated, “Sometimes when I am really tired, I make a key card for one of the vacant rooms and take a quick nap on my break.” Feeling a sense of foolish courage I blurted, “How cool… maybe tonight I can nap with you.” Her eyes widened and grinned. “We’ll see,” she said. At that very moment a hotel guest walked into the lobby and asked her where the ice machine was located. She pointed the older gentleman down the hallway. She turned towards me and said, “Give me a minute.” She walked into a small office behind the counter. A few moments later she emerged. “Here… room 109,” she instructed me while pointing down a hallway. ”Wait for me. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Speechless and in shock, I snatched the key card from her hand and with my heart pounding, hurried down the hallway towards room 109. I stopped at the door and fumbled trying to slide the card into the card slot. After a few clumsy attempts, I turned the key upside down, slid it again into the slot The green light above the door handle finally came on. I rushed into the dark room, sat in a chair in the corner and waited. A gentle knock at the door sprung me from the chair. I opened the door and Arlene walked in. “This is really awkward,” I whispered. Arlene responded, “In the two years that have been doing this, this is the first time I have ever invited anyone to the room with me.” I casually walked around the bed and sat at the far end. “Come lay down, you must be tired,” I suggested. Nervously, she unbuttoned and removed her vest, draping it over the chair. She turned around, her back now to me, unzipped her pants and pulled out her shirt. She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. I counted 4 hooks on the back of her bra and immediately realized that Arlene’s tits would be larger than my girlfriend’s; much larger. She slid out of her pants and slung them on top of her vest and shirt on the chair back. She turned towards me. Her massive breasts bulged out the top of her black bra at the center of her chest. Her panties appeared tight on her; a size too small for her wide hips. Although she had a set of love handles, her torso was curvaceous and very much inviting. “I can’t believe I am doing this,” she said as she covered her face with her hands and turning her elbows inwards in attempt to shield her breasts.

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